So unworthy a vessel...
An unworthy vessel am I;
Not fit for my Master to use yet,
No self-worth on which to rely.
Look there, there's a crack of resentment,
See here, here's a chip of self-pride;
With dents of my own self-reliance,
And pure selfishness caked inside.
But if I will yield to the Potter
To shape and re-mold as He will,
He'll re-do this unworthy vessel
Until it exhibits His skill.
And though I'm an unworthy vessel
With no value of which to boast,
I know that my wishing to please Him
Still delights and pleases Him most.
So I'll let Him work till He's ready
To pour in me all I can hold;
For when I come out of His furnace,
This vessel shall be purest gold.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"...when He hath tried me,
I shall come forth as gold."
(Job 23:10b, KJV)
[ by: Connie Hinnen Cook (email@example.com) -- from Connie Hinnen Cook ]
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