Blindfold, please

I used to be a man that did and then analyzed my actions.
Now I think and sometimes do not act because of implication.
Somewhere in the middle lay the process of hero's.
Are the demons there to create hesitation or are they to be slain in the learning?
Lord, I know that you always guide my hand with indescribable accuracy.
When I quiver in my aim I know it is my mind that seeks domain.
True adventure is in the adherence to the mystery of faith.
Once decided, demise at the hand of trials is perfection.
Speak the truth or do not speak as this is belief unraveled.
To know him is to understand why you must not see until it is time.
I am the fear as it consistently whispers that I could do a better job.
I will be protected in all that I do unless I seek shelter from my quest.
Into the danger I willingly wander knowing it is the portal to understanding.
Make me your pen, your sword, your herald, your laborer and obedient servant.
For if you take me I know that I am truly loved.
I pray only for absolute surrender.

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