A Porta
Marco Telles
The Door
It opened up
The door opened for the dirty boy
Who spent his days in the sun
Begging for the world
It opened up
The door opened for the filthy girl
Who sold her body on the streets
Because of the world
Just because the perfect ones didn’t want to go
The crazy ones were invited
Just because the fit ones didn’t want to go
Sick like me were made whole
It opened up
The door opened for the killer
Who found mercy
In the middle of the road
It opened up
The door opened for the widowed mother
Who cried alone in the dark
For lack of a shelter
Just because the perfect ones didn’t want to go
The crazy ones were invited
Just because the fit ones didn’t want to go
Sick like me were made whole
In your dwelling, I will rejoice
Of your delights, I will partake
In your waters, I will wash
With your garments, I will cover myself
In your dwelling, I will rejoice
Of your delights, I will partake
In your waters, I will wash
With your garments, I will cover myself
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord
You forgave me so much
I will love you so much
