Thank You For Not Breaking A Bruised Reed Like Me. Poem by Eliseo Cinco III
Thank You For Not Breaking A Bruised Reed Like Me.
Thank you Lord, for showing me mercy,
A bruised reed you would not break,
Life has bruised me as everyone can see,
Death is gathering broken reeds with a rake,
Thank you, Lord, for not quenching my life,
A smouldering wick you would not quench,
Darkness in my life is rife,
The burning torch in my heart is drenched,
Thank you, My Redeemer,
Thank you, Rock of Ages,
I am not just a dreamer.
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