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Jefrin Baby

Abstract Tragedy Classics


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Jefrin Baby

Abstract Tragedy Classics


Open The Church Doors

Open The Church Doors

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I kneel in front of the altar of God

When I'm broke and depressed.

I close my eyes in prayers

When I'm sick and worried

And shed tears in his temple. 

Now, where shall I go? Whom should I call? 

Pandemic bought me pain and worries

Sickness and depression, sorrow, and despair!

Whom should I approach rather than God?

Please open the doors of the church.

He must hear my cry. Must hear.

Oh, God! Please don't ignore me.

Open the door of your house for this beggar to enter in. 

I'm in need of your help. Whom can I call out loud?

When I had pain I entered your house. And now where shall I go? 


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