Just an earthen vessel
Made of common clay.
Seemingly no value,
Nor beauty to display.
Youthful years have vanished
Like the morning dew.
Dreams shattered—visions gone;
No purpose left in view.
A vessel marred within, without;
Cracked and weathered from abuse.
Set aside to be discarded,
Of no apparent use.
Yet in His time the Master came
And held this vessel in His hand.
He had made it for a purpose
That would fit into His plan.
He looked on with great delight
At its grace and at its charm.
For the pain that wrought such beauty
Caused the Master no alarm.
With His power He filled this vessel,
Then placed a rose within.
Soon it began to grow and bloom,
Bringing glory unto Him.
“This is a vessel of honor,”
The Master clearly stated,
“When it fulfills the purpose
For which it was created.”
“I have a plan for every vessel,”
Hear the Master say.
“That the power of My Spirit
Fills each vessel made of clay.”
We have this treasure in earthen vessels that the power may be of God and not of us. 2 Corinthians 4:7 ~ Janie Kellogg
Other related posts at Treasure in Earthen Vessels, “Graduation, Life, and Clay Pots,” May 14, 2013