I've been that bruised reed,
I've been that smoking flask,
I've been so weak,
I could not even ask
for what it is my heart should seek
but You did not abandon or forsake,
You did not quench
and You did not break
me beyond repair
but You took great care
and patiently You suffered long
every wrong.
Is my soul worth that much to You?
I know the answer before I ask -
You care for the mentally ill
and ever suicidal one about to take those pills
and the lonely homosexual,
knowing fleshly lusts cannot satisfy
and every raped and abused one
crying out to You, why?
You care so deeply
You see each tear
You hear their weeping
You know their fears
And You've offered to take it all upon Yourself
every sin, every stain
till all that remains
is the yoke that keeps us
close to You....