I’m a broken reed



I’m a broken reed,
A smoking flame,

But you won’t crush me,
Snuff me out, or maim.

Please show me the place 
Where sparrows build their nests,

Close to your altar, Lord,
Where I may rest.


God […] knows the secrets of every heart (Psalm 44:21; NLT).

O Lord, you have examined my heart and know everything about me (Psalm 139:1; NLT).

He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle (Isaiah 42:3; NLT).

A bruised reed he will not break, and a smouldering wick he will not snuff out (Isaiah 42:3; NIV). 

Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow builds her nest and raises her young at a place near your altar (Psalm 84:3; NLT).

Then Jesus said, “Come to me all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28; NLT).

You are fire

God is a consuming fire (Deuteronomy 4:24; NIV).

Be gracious to me, Lord, for I am weak (Psalm 6:2; CSB).

You are the temple of the living God (2 Corinthians 6:16; NLT).

He breathed the breath of life into the man’s nostrils (Genesis 2:7; NLT).

I came to bring fire on the earth, and how I wish it were already set ablaze! (Luke 12:49; CSB).

Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame (Song of Songs 8:6; NLT).



You are fire,
But I’m so weak
That I can only host
A tiny spark.

Breathe on my flame
So it grows strong,
And helps to set the world
Ablaze with love.


He blows on them and they wither (Isaiah 40:24; NLT).

He will not extinguish a smouldering wick (Matthew 12:20; NET).

The Lord will not cast off his people (Psalm 94:14; NKJV).

He loves us with unfailing love (Psalm 117:2; NLT).


You don’t blow me out,
Like a trembling candle-flame.

You don’t extinguish me,
Like a smoking wick.

You don’t snuff me out,
Despite my many failures.

You don’t cast me off,
Despite my many sins.



Sacred flame

Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame (Song of Songs 8:6; NLT).

Didn’t our hearts burn within us as he talked with us? (Luke 24:32; NLT).

Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him (Psalm 37:7; NIV).

The Lord – who is the Spirit – makes us more and more like him (2 Corinthians 3:18; NLT).


The sacred flame
Of your love
Burns in our hearts,
As we wait in silence,
Longing to become
Much more like you.