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A bruised reed He will not break; He was bruised for our transgressions.

On the day the LORD binds up the wounds of his people, he will heal the bruises left by his blows.

He who knows the stars by name and has counted every hair on my head.

He invites me to cast all my cares upon Him and reminds me I am worth more than the ravens and so should never worry.

Even though He seemed to have cast me away, He promises joy in the morning, the oil of gladness for mourning, beauty for ashes and praise instead of despair.

Wonder of wonders, He delights in me and rejoices over me with singing.

Through my pain, He tells me He knows the way that I take and when He has tried me I shall come forth as gold that has been refined.

Like Job, though He slay me, yet will I trust; for I know my redeemer lives and that at the last He will stand upon the earth.

So through my sorrow, pain and rejection, I will rejoice with all my being as daily He conforms me to His image.

I will be hopeful!

Angela Azumah Alu, 6/12/15