Lead me in a way I do not know
Take me by the hand and guide me
Do your hidden work within me
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I quiet my wrestling mind
It seeks to decipher, categorize, and know
Like fingers grasping to hold on
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I choose to trust what I cannot see
I let go and give myself to you
Only then can you the good doctor finally do your work
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No surgeon needs the patient’s helping hand
My role is simply to secede control
Perhaps the hardest work of all
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In the dark recesses none have ever seen
In those places I could never touch myself
You bring the healing my soul has been longing for