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Rick Swartzentrover
© 1997
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| I feel like I’m under a microscope
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God is at the eyepiece
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| The microscope is very powerful
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It doesn’t focus on me but rather on my heart |
| A house that is very lonely
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For the master is not yet at home
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| He is coming up the driveway
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But he is stopped by a locked gate |
| Why do I lock it? I know not! |
| If only I had time to think
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But then I’d just waste it
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| Lord help me to open the gate
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And let you into your house |
| You alone can open the gate
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Because, you are the only key
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| Please open the gate
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And come into your lonely house
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