The Gentle One

A bruised reed he will not break,
and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out.
In faithfulness he will bring forth justice;
Isaiah 42:3

Our Lord Jesus is a Gentle One. He is supremely sensitive to the weakest whimper of our hearts. He hears the dripping of every tear from our face. With meek eyes He sees the slightest quiver on our lips beneath our masks.

He tenderly draws us, holds us, embraces us. He will not aggravate our broken pieces, but in warmth He brings them together piece by piece, and He heals them.

He restores our souls. He melts away the barbs piercing our hearts. He pours healing oil over our bleeding wounds. And he protects our wounds until we are healed. Lean on Our Gentle One. Snuggle into His soft embrace.

Dear Jesus, You are so tender and sensitive to all our hearts. You gently hold us and hear our cry. You never dismiss our pain, but You feel all of it. You know our pain so well because You experienced it. You know what it means to suffer as a human. I trust in You. Amen.