Smoldering wick

A bruised reed it is weak and frail to the touch

The more I consider it’s nature it becomes all too much

Something so precious as to hold in my hands

The keys to a kingdom in His distant land

I’m told all things I can do through Him I do trust

These tests they are starting to seem just too much

Perhaps I’ve been looking the wrong way all this time

It is not the faith itself, but its Author that’s Devine

for if I focus on me I miss the whole point

My faith is weak and failing at every point

Oh Lord You have promised a spectacular truth

Our faith isn’t the issue, the Victory IS YOU

The next time the deceiver comes to destroy

To plunder and kill, to injure, to You I implore

Please take off my focus from my pitiful smoldering wick

My Lord and my Savior come rescue me quick

For even a faith as small as a seed

Is enough to enter Your kingdom so You’ve promised me

Please forgive me obsession with Reed’s and my wick, the truth is my Savior You know the trick

The keys to the kingdom arent in my frail clasp

They’re kept with our faith in Your Kingdom in our Lord and Savior’s mighty pierced grasp

Published by TheProdigalSonDiaries

Hello all, I'm, Evan, 36 years old. I'm a born again Christian, amateur writer, lover of The Only Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, theology and poetry, and a suicide survivor. I hope to encourage, educate, and spark discussion through my blog. I pray it aids you in your walk with the Savior! You can contact me at

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