Like a wounded reed , battered and bruised
I was afflicted, hurt and abused
In dire circumstances that made my soul ache
Though I was beaten, this reed You did not break
Like a smoldering wick that still faintly burns
For my former fire My very heart yearns
You will not extinguish my very last spark
You fan it to flames and light what is dark
The sun of righteousness shall rise
With healing in its wings
Wait for the Lord; and your heart will find
The courage waiting brings
He will lift up your head
And fan your spark into a flame.
The Spirit of encouragement.¬¬
Knows each one of us by name.
Bridge
Open the windows
God’s promises flow in
Let the Spirit blow through every room
And fill you with His Holy wind…
The sun of righteousness shall rise
With healing in its wings
Wait for the Lord; and your heart will find
The courage waiting brings
He will lift up your head
And fan your spark into a flame.
The Spirit of encouragement.¬¬
Knows each one of us by name.
Isaiah 42:3, Luke 4:18; Malachi 4:2; Psalm 27:14
Anthony Foster
March 8, 2022
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