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Correction is a blessing when the hands are clean
When the wound is seen and the motive's healing
But harsh words spoken with no road back home
Can crush a bruised reed and still call it holy
They said it was love, but it carried no care
Spoke justice out loud, but left me nowhere
Isaiah warned us what God won't do
He won't break what's bent just to prove what's true
If there's no path to restoration
If there's no oil, no patience, no invitation
Then don't call it correction
Call it what it is
A bruised reed He will not break
A fading wick He will not shame
If your words don't carry healing
They don't carry His name
Correction without restoration
Isn't justice, it's control
I don't owe you my unraveling
God is the keeper of my soul
Those who press correction but won't walk the road
To help you rebuild what they just exposed
They don't get a vote in how you heal
Or how you process what God made real
I don't have to bleed on your timeline
Or explain the way the Lord realigned
You lost the right when you tore the cloak
God placed on me just to guard your throne
If correction costs compassion
If truth is used as a weapon
Then Heaven isn't backing
What you're defending
A bruised reed He will not break
A fading wick He will not shame
If your words don't carry healing
They don't carry His name
Correction without restoration
Isn't justice, it's control
I don't owe you my unraveling
God is the keeper of my soul
Justice isn't loud
It's faithful
Healing doesn't rush
It stays
And anyone who wounds
Without tending the field
Has confused authority
With position
A bruised reed He will not break
A faint flame He will protect