Listen to Jill recite her poem below:
“A bruised reed he will not break,
and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out.”
Isaiah 42:3
Bruised but never broken
Down but not destroyed
Battered by life’s problems
Sick or unemployed.
Struggling with a marriage
Rejected we may be
Bruised but never broken
His promise is for me.
Dim my wick is burning
Darkness all around
Few can see my life-light
Days with tears are drowned.
Yet nail-pierced hands surround me
The breath of God breathes low
My little light flares upward
And sets my life aglow.
He heals the brokenhearted
He sets the prisoner free
Those desperate for forgiveness
For hope and empathy.
He touches, comforts, strengthens,
And turns their lives about
Bruised but never broken
Dim but never out!