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In my closet |
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A spot is worn from hours and hours upon my knees |
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I step inside |
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The quiet's like a doorway to a world of peace |
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One thing I don't worry 'bout |
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I can't wear my welcome out |
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I keep knock, knock |
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Knockin' on heaven's door |
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I keep talk, talk |
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Talkin' cause your answer Lord |
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Won't be stop, stop |
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Stoppin' so be listening for me |
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I'm knock, knock |
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Knockin' on heaven's door |
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I'm not a poet |
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No, it's not like me to speak in flowery words |
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Not a prophet |
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Not at least in these parts |
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That would be unheard of |
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But my heart speaks loud and clear |
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And since my prayers are answered here |
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Whisper what you're feeling |
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Shout it at the ceiling |
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Nothing's gonna fall on deaf ears |
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Ask Him for His mercy |
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Pray away your worries |
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What do you want heaven to hear |
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Bless the world around you |
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Pray His peace surrounds you |
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Thank Him for His favor |
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Simply praise the Savior |
