Vessel of Mercy
by Michelle Stace

 

 

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.