Feel on high


Land kept aside
For divine intention
Filled with prayerful atmosphere
Stands the S.T.I. institution

Decked with Novices
Covered with staffs
Away from vices
Is their task

Enrolled with prayer
Shouts and fun
Working together
Leaving none

One year of intimacy
One year of peace
Brings us to Christ
Crossing the crease

Come to S.T.I.

Feel on high.

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