Now therapy usurps the place of faith
And into our own minds we’re told to delve
Whatever we now think , we have to say it
In that way Freud thinks we find a truer self.
The therapist is like a looking glass
They just reflect whatever we have bared.
But if we look to long,it comes to pass
That Satan and his devils are prepared.
They may enchant us into false self love
To value pride and then deceive our souls;
Yet to humble people comes the holy dove
And self forgetting is what makes us whole.
Confused,alarmed and reckless with despair
Look out, not in, and find salvation there