A Bruised Reed
A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. In faithfulness he will bring forth justice;
Dear Lord, I am bruised
And I am bent down low
I am about to break
And I’m about to let go
Lord, I am smoldering
About to be snuffed out
My light is growing dim
Don’t know what life’s about
Lord, you made a promise
That I’m going to hold you to
Lord, you see my heart
Lord, You know what to do
I know that you love me
For you spoke to me today
You said no one can harm me
That you’d love me come what may
Lord, I’m a bent reed
Lord, I’m a smoldering wick
Lord, come to my rescue
Oh dear Lord, do be quick
This burden is too heavy
Too heavy for me to bear
And I do not deserve it
Please, Lord, show me your're there
Straighten up this bruised reed
Lord, rekindle my fading light
Lord, fill me with your love
Only your love can make it right.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
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