This poem is based on “A bruised reed he will not break and a smouldering flax he will not quench” Matthew 12:20
My sympathetic Saviour sees
The bruised reed of my soul
He does not crush or break my life,
But seeks to make me whole.
He comes to me in gentleness,
To lift, restore and heal:
Till once again this reed – my soul –
With heavenly chords will peal.
He does not quench the smoking flax,
This wick’s so damp with tears;
Which cannot see the way ahead
And is assailed with fears.
But He will nurse the feeble spark
And fan it to a flame;
The warmth and power of his great love
Brings life – I’ll praise his name.
Grace White
July 1984
