“Where Grace Opens the Next Door”
We all have a past and a history—
To many, it stays a mystery.
For behind every door we face,
Life never lacks a little grace.
Whether you’re good or bad,
Happy or sad,
It really doesn’t matter
If you eat your words and just get fatter.
The past is past—
Only memories last.
And every door once opened wide
Now closes, because you’ve survived.
Mysteries of what was can die;
They’re crushed beneath the man in the sky.
But if your faith is steady and strong,
His arms are where you truly belong.
That past you carried, dark or sad,
Is forgiven now—no longer had.
Peace will reign through a brand‑new door
Placed in your heart, not on the floor.
So live a new life full of mystery,
And write a new, redeemed history.
Eat it up—go on, fill your cup;
You’ve been blessed with grace enough.
With love and mercy in their place,
Lift your head and show your face.

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