A Bruised Reed He Will Not Break - The Bruised Reed (lyric video)

🌾 Artist: The Bruised Reed 🎶 Genre: Christian Indie | Soulful Acoustic | Southern Gospel 🤎 Style: Raw, Emotional, Peaceful & Restorative 🌿 Perfect For: Quiet Time • Prayer • Bible Study • Healing • Reflection • Christian Study Music A Bruised Reed He Will Not Break is a deeply personal song inspired by Isaiah 42:3. Through the imagery of a bruised reed and a fading flame, it tells the story of a broken soul finding hope in the tender mercy of Jesus. For every weary heart, may this song remind you that Jesus meets us in our brokenness and never turns away from those who need Him most. 🤎 "A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench." — Isaiah 42:3 (KJV) to use or license this song, email: reedthebruised@gmail.com LYRICS: I've been bent beneath the weight, Of things I never meant to carry. I've been holding on so long, My weary hands can barely hold me. And I thought if You could see, All the broken parts of me, You'd turn away, And let me be. But You came without a warning, Not with thunder, not with flame. Just a whisper in the silence, And You called me by my name. A bruised reed You will not break, A trembling heart You won't forsake. When the world has worn me thin, You gather all my pieces in. And where the cruel winds bent me low, Your gentle hands won't let me go. Oh Jesus, how can it be, You hold so tenderly to me? I've been told that I should stand, When I could barely find my footing. So I hid the tears away, And smiled to keep the world from looking. But You saw beneath the smile, Every hurt I'd hid inside. And You never asked me why, You just stayed here by my side. You don't rush the wounded heart, You don't shame the ones who fall. You come close to broken people, And You love them through it all. A bruised reed You will not break, A trembling heart You won't forsake. When the world has worn me thin, You gather all my pieces in. And where the cruel winds bent me low, Your gentle hands won't let me go. Oh Jesus, how can it be, You hold so tenderly to me? I thought that I was useless, Too damaged to be whole. A reed the world had trampled, And left beside the road. But You knelt down in the dust, And reached for what was crushed. You didn't turn away, You called me worth Your love. You don't break what has been bending, You don't quench the fading flame. You breathe life into the weary, You lift the bowed in shame. And if all I have's a whisper, If my strength is almost gone, You will hear me in the silence, You will hold me till the dawn! A bruised reed You will not break, A trembling heart You won't forsake! When the world has worn me thin, You gather all my pieces in! And where the cruel winds bent me low, Your gentle hands won't let me go. Oh Jesus, now I see, Your love is holding on to me! You held me when I couldn't stand... You never let me go... A bruised reed in Your hands, Is never left alone. So if I bend beneath the storm, I know whose hands will hold me. And if my little flame burns low, Your love will still be near me. You will not break me... You will not let me go.