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I have created a world full of searchers
But few have ever found me
I have created a world full of prisoners
And in each I have hidden a key

I have created a place outside of the garden
Where the angel walks with the beast
I have laid out a table of love and truth
But few have come to the feast

I have heard them cry ‘where was God,
When my needs were greatest of all’
To gods they created their faces were turned
To me they never did call

Behind them I wait, while their will is done
I stand in the place of their birth
Until they turn with love to home
And leave behind the earth

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