"A bruised reed He will not break, and a dimly burning wick He will not extinguish."
I am a bruised reed. Help me, gentle Savior.
"He will faithfully bring forth justice; He will not be disheartened or crushed, until He has established justice on the earth, and the coastlands will wait expectantly for His law."
The majesty of this One is my hope. Seek me, for I have strayed like a lost sheep. Again let me hear Your voice calling me to follow You. Who is like You, Who "set His face like flint" to accomplish our redemption?
Where am I to find the strength except in You?
Friday, May 30, 2008
personal Thoughts about a Person
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