The Vessel's Song

[Integrity]

The Vessel's Song
by Shakeira Carter

I'm a vessel for the Master,
He made me with His hands.
On the wheel he molded me,
And on this shelf I stand.

Next to others of my kind,
Who, the Master made from clay.
I know that I am special...
For He made me in His way.

I look around at the many pots,
The Lord did choose to create.
The appearance of them differs so much;
Each with a chosen fate.

I notice one vessel gleaming with Jewels,
Fit for the King's grand ball.
I see myself so weak and humble,
Nothing to glory in at all.

But I am proud to be a vessel,
formed from humble clay,
Yielded to God's touch,
With every brand new day.

Each of us hold a vision,
A purpose to fulfill.
The Master's plans of purifying
us to His own will.

I'm a vessel for the Master,
He loves me just the same.
As all the others he made with his hands,
To glorify His name!