Reeds in the Wind

 

Tossed to, tossed fro

Buffeted^*on all sides

Shaken without mercy

In fitful^*sways it stands

 

Thin as it looks and is

In the midst of the howling wind

Bent, though unbroken

…is the reed

 

We may bend

But break? Nay!

Our salvation is full and not of us

Though we be shaken, our foundation sure stands

For we chose not but are of Him chosen

 

No matter what the times tell

We’re too bedecked^* with grace

To be bedeviled^* by disgrace

For if He, for us be

Against us tell me who can be?

…We are just reeds in the wind!

 

Isaiah 51:1 “Listen to me, you who pursue righteousness and who seek the Lord:
Look to the rock from which you were cut  and to the quarry from which you were hewn; (NIV)