“MAKE ME YOUR VESSEL”

                   © 1989 Karen Lucas


Make me your vessel, Lord—I empty myself,
Washed clean by the light of Your Word.
Bind up the broken shards, with Your nail-pierced hands,
You’re the Potter, Creator, and Wine.

Remold me if needed, I belong to You Lord,
Make me pliable, quick to give way.
If I ever resist, help me not to forget:
You’re the Potter and I am the clay.

Make me Your vessel, Lord, fill till I’m full,
And pour me if needed I pray.
If I can be used in Your most humble way,
I’m willing, choose me, if You may.

Break me if needed, I belong to You, Lord,
‘Cause I know You know best, and will stay,
Close beside me to hide me—till I’m whole again.
You’re the Potter and I am the clay.

Make me Your vessel, Lord, tried by the fire
‘Til what’s left of my will becomes dross.
If ever I think I am more than I am
Place me at the foot of the cross.

Make me Your vessel, I belong to You, Lord
Glaze me colors to brighten the gray
Here is my heart, I entrust in Your hands
You’re the Potter and I am the clay.

 

 

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