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).


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.