The Chosen Vessel🍶
By: Beulah V. Cornwall
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 best!”
The Master passed on with no word at all;
He looked at the 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 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 use 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 self;
Nor the one who is big mouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one who displays his contents vso 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 into others as I pour into you.”
