In the deepest corners of my heart
Are secrets locked away,
Secrets no one knows but God,
Old tapes that play and play.
My soul cries, "God, don't go in there,
It hurts, I cannot last,"
His Spirit answers, "Peace, be still
And do not fear the past."
The Healing Surgeon wields His knife,
As he carves before the cure,
My heart, it bleeds slow drops of tears
And with them leaves all fear.
"My God, why do you hurt me so
And cause my heart to weep?"
"My precious one, because I'm love,
Choose to live and I'll cut deep.
I bore your pain, your tears and fears,
Upon my body sore,
You're free to let all secrets go,
As we unlock your heart's door."
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