Chosen Vessel

The Master was searching for a vessel to use;
Before Him 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 radiance will outshine the rest,
And for someone like you, Master,
Gold would be best."

The Master passed on with no word at all,
And looked at a silver urn narrow and tall.
"I'll be on your table whenever you dine.
My lines are so graceful,
My carvings true,
And silver will always complement you."

Unheeding, the Master passed on to the brass,
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," 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 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'll mend it and use it and make it all mine.
I need not the vessel with pride of itself,
Nor one that is big-mouthed and shallow and loud,
Nor one that displays his contents so proud.
Not the one that thinks he can do all things just right,
But this plain, earthly vessel, filled with My power and might."

The gently He lifted the vessel of clay,
Mended and cleansed it, and filled it that day;
Spoke to it kindly- "There's work you will do-
Just pour out to others, as I pour into you."

~Author Unknown