The Master’s Vessel

 “The Master’s Vessel “

When the Lord God needs people to help do His work here on earth, He is in search of those who will heed to the calling of their name.

He can use anyone in any field, any circumstances, or any walks of life, whether rich or poor, whether their in sickness or in excellent health, any country, any city, anywhere.

Some people seem to think that God only uses certain type people, but He uses anyone who will listen to his Audible Voice. Are you willing to be a Vessel for Christ?

I have included a poem I found years ago, I am unsure of when I found this, but I have included it on this website and I pray it blesses you and you call it your own!

The Master’s Vessel
The Master was searching for a Vessel to use

On the shelf there were many which one would he choose
“Take me”….said the gold one, I am all shiny and bright
“I am of great value and I do things just right
My beauty and luster willl outshine all the rest
And for someone like you, Master, I 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 be at your table whenever you dine.
My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
My silver will evermore complement you.”

Unheeding, the Master passed on to the brass,
It was wide-mouthed 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,” cried the goblet of crystal so clear,
My transparency shows off my contents so dear,
But I’m fragile, don’t break me, and I’ll serve you with PRIDE,
I’m sure you’ll be happy with me at your side.”

The Master passed on to a vessel of wood,
Polished and carved it so solidly stood,
“You may use ME, dear Master,” the wooden bowl cried,
“But I’d rather be used to serve fruit, please, no bread!”

Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay,
Helpless and broken at His feet it lay,
No hope had that vessel that the Master might choose
To cleanse it and mend it, to fill and to use,
“Ah, This is the vessel I’ve been hoping for to find
I will mend it and use it and make it ALL MINE.”

I need not the vessel with pride in itself,
Not the one so narrow to sit on the shelf,
Not the one that is big-mouthed and shallow and loud,
Not the one who trusts IT can do things just right,
But THIS plain, earthen vessel, filled with MY POWER and MIGHT.”

Then gently, He lifted the vessel of clay,
Mended it and cleansed it and filled it that day,
He spoken to it kindly, “There’s work you must do.
You just pour out to other’s , and I’ll pour out to you !”

Author Unknown
Submitted By: Patricia Burnette

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