IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!
It stood with assurance!
Head held high on strong stalk.
But that was before the careless bump, the harsh rain.
Now its bruised. Bent. Weakened.
It seeks gentle fingers to straighten and not break.
It needs a firm touch to heal and not to hurt.
Tender power.
Soft strength.
Is there such a hand?
Victorious arms that breaks not the bruised reed?
Mercy's touch that quenches not the smoldering wick?
Loving heart that empathizes with weakness?
Glad tidings i declare unto you this day.
Sweet words of soothing power stems onto you
There is One who cares; One who shares!
One who bears; One who hears!
One who loves; One who died!
One who rose; One who saves!
Are you a bruised reed?-Christ is the soothing seed!
Are your sorrows so much?-You need the Saviour's touch!!
Believe and live. He still heals, He still saves!!!
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