I am the bruised reed,
and the smoldering wick,
I am laid low.
I wait at Jesus feet
for the comfort He,
only He bestows.
I cannot rest,
all through the night I wait for peace.
I cry aloud,
admitting my need of grace.
He will not break me,
He will not quench my flame,
He will not falter,
for this He has ordained.
I am the servant you chose,
whom you love and uphold,
yet I've come undone.
Inward my thoughts turn
to my frail solutions,
control is such an illusion.
For I have seen,
I have seen and I have tasted his grace,
my sorrow He has not wasted.
I will keep you,
and I will hold your hand,
I'll lead the blind
through ways unknown,
turn darkness to light,
even in your soul.
I'll make the rough places smooth,
all these things I will do.
I will not forsake you.