| Chukwudi Isaac Oct 31 | 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... (c) Chukwudi I. | | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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