Dear
Lord, You see me as I am,
A useless lump
of clay.
If You leave me
in the rain,
I'll dissolve and
wash away.
If You leave me
in the sun,
I'll shrivel, bake
and fade.
Oh,
take me please,
Into Your wise all knowing
hands.
Mold me, shape me, form
me,
Into something that will
stand.
Smooth
the edges neatly;
To the firery
furnace I'll go.
Your presence
will sustain me,
Like Shadrach, Meshach
and Abednego.
So
out I'll come as they came,
This baptism of fire
for me.
I pray to bear
You no shame,
Your created vessel of
mercy . . .
May
this vessel be long in service ,
Bringing glory to my
King.
Careworn and chipped
you notice.
but a smile to its Owner
it brings.