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Open Doorsby Joyce C. Lock
I came to your doorstep, all tattered and torn;
Regretting the day I was even born.
You opened the door wide and said to come in.
You talked of Jesus, said I could trust Him.
I got down on my knees and began to pray,
Still am rejoicing you were there that day.
Your seed has blessed me much more than you know.
I'm giving you thanks by helping it grow.
Someone came to my door, just the other day.
I gladly opened the door all the way.
by Joyce C. Lock
Glimpses of God
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