Oh, Capture My Soul

So many bruised reeds are here tonight

So many have been battered in the fight.

So many walking wounded here who worship for your sake

And you will gently bind them up-The bruised reed, you'll not break.

So many smouldering wicks are here tonight.

Their flames are faltering that once burned bright.

The embers you will fan to flame -The floods of life won't drench.

The smouldering wick you will never quench.

Bind up the bruised

Comfort the abused

Trim off the ashen deadness of our life

Heal our hearts

Set us apart

To overcome suffering and strife.

Lord capture myÝ soul

Place under your control

The obedience of faith I want to learn.

Lord capture my soul

Heal and hallow, make it whole

Set this smoldering wick ablaze so I can burn.

Bind up the bruised

Comfort the abused

Trim off the ashen deadness of our life

Heal our hearts

Set us apart

To overcome suffering and strife.

Anthony Foster

July 3, 2006

Isaiah 42