We come with fear upon our lips,
With weary hands and trembling sight,
Yet find within your fingertips
A healing touch, a guiding light.
Your voice is soft, your manner bright,
A steady shore where you're light is bright,
You turn the dark to morning white,
And soothe the hearts that throb and ache.
Kindness shapes the words you say,
Compassion walks beside your...
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