Tuesday, September 19, 2017

A bruised reed

A bruised reed 

A bruised reed he will not break
A smoldering wick he will not take
Kindness is his playing suit
His love and gentleness will take root

In this stony heart now moved to tears
It's just in silence that he hears 
And mercy flows in gentle streams 
And grace flows on silver moon beams.  

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