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Quiet Temple

de Kai Emberson

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
Would 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 honor, 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
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

Correction calls compassion, truth is used as a weapon
And heaven isn’t backing what you're defending

A bruised reed He will not break
A fading flame He will protect
He restores before He sends
He covers what He corrects

So I release what I don't need
The weight of proving and explaining and defending me
What God restored, no man can claim
He brings forth justice and He heals what He names

Faithful
He brings forth justice
Faithful

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