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Your heart is like a little room |
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Where feelings come to stay |
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And all you need is a loving broom |
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To sweep the dirt's away |
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And if you try to keep it clean |
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And keep your feelings pure |
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May be you will hear the sound |
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Of God Knocking on your door |
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So keep you're heart a sacred place |
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Full of all that's good |
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And pray to god will give your grace |
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To do the things you should |
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And fill your room with gentleness |
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And love that will enjoy |
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Maybe you will hear the sound |
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Of God Knocking |
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On Your Door |
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When you're feeling happy and your heart is alive |
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It's a clue close to you |
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Making sunshine from your night |
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So fill your hearts with treasure |
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That will not fade or rust |
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For blessings being measured |
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Come to those who trust |
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And watch and pray and every day |
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Into your room with |
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God Maybe you will hear the sound |
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Of God Knocking |
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On Your Door |
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MUSIC When you're feeling happy |
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When your |
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Heart is light |
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It's a clue it's |
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Close to you |
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Making sunshine from your night |
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On Christmas night |
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I'll praise the light |
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That burns eternally |
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And I'll remember all the things that |
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Jesus did for me |
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I'll feel his birth renew the earth |
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And Fill my room with all |
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And maybe |
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I will hear the sound |
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Of God Knocking |
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On My Door |
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Of God Knocking |
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On My Door |
