A Broken Vessel
A Broken Vessel
Just a dirty old broken vessel, discarded and gathering dust;
Far from its former splendour, cracked and stained with rust.
It looked a truly hopeless case, having barely survived the wars,
For life had placed on every part, deep wounds and deeper scars.
Then the Master Potter found it, hiding in that corner, so dark,
And with bittersweet inspection, He slowly traced each mark.
He gazed long, in sorrow deep, knowing all it had gone through.
Saying, “This vessel I will keep, to restore and make brand new.”
Then lovingly, His hands reshaped, a gouge, a wound, a scar;
Restoring back to life brand new, each ravage caused by war.
Then the Holy Master Potter, with His love – so patiently;
Peeled away each layer of dirt – to unlock the beauty in me.
I watched the transformation as it unveiled before my eyes,
For beneath the years of grime, God revealed a true surprise.
In a vessel of pure loveliness, that shone with brilliant light.
Was a jewel of priceless value – in which God could delight.
Now at His touch I’m healing, and in the fullness of His time,
Painful wounds will fade away, due to precious love, sublime.
He took an unworthy vessel, then envisioned its true worth,
And made it fit His perfect plan through remoulding and rebirth.
God will never forsake or leave us, to wallow in loathsome sin,
Hiding in a darkened corner where His love-light can’t shine in.
For He is the Great Restorer, who makes all things brand new.
The miracle He’s brought to my life, He desires to give to you.
Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand. Isaiah 64:8 (New International Version)
We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves. 2 Corinthians 4:4 (New Living Translation)