No one is righteous, no one is whole
The sin of the world has taken its toll
We’ve got scars on our hearts and wounds in our souls
We’re far more fragile than anyone knows

But he remembers us
Our frame, he knows is dust
Oh God remember your promise
That you’ll never break
The bruised reeds
We are the bruised reeds
Your people are all bruised reeds

We’re candle wicks that are burning low
Withered vines with no fruit to show
We’re broken vessels and troubled souls
We’re glorious castles but ruins, you know

But he remembers us
Our frame, he knows is dust
Oh God remember your promise
That you’ll never break
The bruised reeds
We are the bruised reeds
Your people are all bruised reeds

One day soon you’ll open the scroll
The heavens will break forth and justice will roll
From the east to the west everyone will know
The victory of the cross finally makes us whole

Because you remembered us
Our frame, you knew was dust
Oh God you kept your promise
To never break
The bruised reeds
We were all bruised reeds
These righteous oaks
Are the bruised reeds
That you never broke

For he knows our frame;
    he remembers that we are dust.
– Psalm 103:14

a bruised reed he will not break,
    and a faintly burning wick he will not put out.
– Isaiah 42:3; Matthew 12:20

The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me,
    because the Lord has anointed me…
    to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
    the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit;
that they may be called oaks of righteousness,
    the planting of the Lord, that he may be glorified. 
– Isaiah 61:1,3