"He will not crush the
weakest reed
or put out a
flickering candle"
Isaiah 42:3
to the heart feeling bent
in the wind
He promises
never will He
break
or crush
winds of hurricane strength
may press the heart
to the ground
unable to stand
yet the heart on its face
before the glory of God
is held in the cleft of the rock
and no safer place exists
gently His hands so pierced
reach down
gathers the heart wounded
into His arms of forever love
to the heart barely flickering
as darkness presses close
He promises
never will He
extinguish the flame
darkness inky black may
threaten to overcome the
light so fragile
in the heart so wounded
yet in the heart's weakest
most vulnerable moments
feeling cast aside
alone
His light so radiant
pierces the darkness
He holds the heart
close to His forever heart
whispering,
"My precious child,
your heart so wounded
tries to understand
tries to connect the dots
tries to be brave in the face of
pain indescribable
simply fall into My arms
the ununderstandable cannot
be understood
what you see is but a
glimpse in a mirror
darkened
one day you will see
in clarity
that what
others meant
to harm
yes even destroy you
I will use for only good
beauty will rise from
ashes moist with tears
My own tears mingling
with yours
for that which pierces
through to your very heart of hearts
hold tightly to My hand
together we will walk into
light glorious
as I take you
beyond My cross
to life beyond your
wildest dreams
I am yours and you are Mine
forever."
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