Tenderness
Faixa 9
Tenderness is leaving, one sharp word at a time We call the coldness honesty and cruelty a stronger mind We learn to speak in weapons and laugh when someone bleeds Then wonder why the gentle heart has nowhere left to breathe
Be gentle, someone is already breaking Speak softly, someone is carrying pain Sarcasm passes for wisdom And anger passes for strength
We wound the ones beside us Then call the damaged fate Christ did not crush the bruised reed Or turn the weak away
He held the child, restored the fallen And gave the ashamed a name Strength does not need to wound Truth does not need to sneer
Love can lower its furnace and choose to draw near Lower the weapon, soften the word Notice the bruised, let mercy be heard Tenderness is not weakness or fear dressed as love
It is strength made gentle In the hands of God In the hands of God