I was a bruised reed,
feeling of failing
weary of waiting,
yet He would not break me,
but would redeem me.
His strength was made perfect in my weakness
I was the dimly burning wick,
Lit so long ago in a dark place,
fading as a light to see.
Yet, He would not extinguish me,
but rather His love would fan a flame
Thursday, January 12, 2006