Chukwudi Isaac posted: " I'm knocking on heaven's doorMy knees and knuckles are spentDid He bid me come and I heard not?Or am I knocks deafening to me?I have heard of the golden censersWith which the tears are storedI wish mine will be collected too,Maybe my prayers would be ans" Connected Through Writing
I'm knocking on heaven's door My knees and knuckles are spent Did He bid me come and I heard not? Or am I knocks deafening to me? I have heard of the golden censers With which the tears are stored I wish mine will be collected too, Maybe my prayers would be answered But until then, I'll keep on knocking on heaven's door Till my soul finds repose In the Saviour's love and embrace...
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