What type of vessel are we in the hands of the Potter?

Derek88

Derek88

Psalm 51:17-19

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise. Do good in thy good pleasure unto Zion: build thou the walls of Jerusalem. Then shalt thou be pleased with the sacrifices of righteousness, with burnt offering and whole burnt offering: then shall they offer bullocks upon thine altar.
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This poem has always stuck in my heart as I believe it's like poem/Psalm
that King David could have written!

The Master was searching for a vessel to use; On the shelf, there were many - which one would He choose? Take me, cried the gold one, I'm shiny and bright, I'm of great value and I do things just right. My beauty and luster will outshine the rest and for someone like You, Master, gold would be the best!

The Master passed on with no word at all; He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall; I'll serve You, dear Master, I'll pour out Your wine and I'll be at Your table whenever You dine, My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true, And my silver will always compliment You. Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass, It was widemouthed and shallow, and polished like glass. Here! Here! cried the vessel, I know I will do, Place me on Your table for all men to view.

Look at me, called the goblet of crystal so clear, My transparency shows my contents so dear, Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride, And I'm sure I'll be happy in Your house to abide. The Master came next to a vessel of wood, Polished and carved, it solidly stood. You may use me, dear Master, the wooden bowl said, But I'd rather You used me for fruit, not for bread!

Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay. Empty and broken it helplessly lay. No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose, To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use. Ah! This is the vessel I've been hoping to find, I will mend it and use it and make it all Mine. I need not the vessel with pride of its itself; Nor the one who is narrow to sit on my shelf; Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud; Nor one who displays his contents so proud; Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right; But this plain earthy vessel filled with My power and might. Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay. Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day. Spoke to it kindly. There's work you must do, Just pour out to others as I pour into you.

I think at times I have maybe been all of these vessels, but I now truly want to be the last one.

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Lanolin said:
Isn't it interesting that we now have plastic 'unbreakable' bottles. But these often just get thrown away and squashed after just one use, as people just buy another one.
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Hello Lanolin;

Yes, I agree. They're better than the bottles that were actually glass. We used to put the empty glass bottles in a box or bin for recycling. Then I think they melted the glass and the potter would make them all over again. lol!
 
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