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This month I call you Saviour. Mostly, instinctively I call to you as Lord-God and Father. Typically these are the names I call to mind at early dawn. But this month you are Saviour as I become more acutely drawn to my need to call on your saving grace on your sacrificial willingness to cast off the trappings wrapped up with heavenly glory to embrace the blood and the mess that comes with small town nativity. This month I address my Hosannas to you, my divine infant Saviour.
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Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 2:41 AM UTC
Saviour
This month I call you Saviour. Mostly, instinctively I call to you as Lord-God and Father. Typically these are the names I call to mind at early dawn. But this month you are Saviour as I become more acutely drawn to my need to call on your saving grace on your sacrificial willingness to cast off the trappings wrapped up with heavenly glory to embrace the blood and the mess that comes with small town nativity. This month I address my Hosannas to you, my divine infant Saviour.
An early prayer on my commute this advent.
stevejeff
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Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 2:41 AM UTC
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