I Am The Beggar Stood At His Door
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When I find all doors closed,
All turned aside,
Dark clouds hovered over me,
I drenched with rain,
I don't share my pain,
Willing to share-
But to whom!
I drink my tears,
To quench my thirst,
With a affectionate smile,
I knock His door,
That is opened to all,
He is the chief Giver,
He has given job to breath,
And eyes to beautify,
His beautiful Art,
I never demoralized,
Always He surprised,
Me with His charity,
I am the beggar stood at His door
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