My life belongs to you;
take it and use it as You will;
You are the giver of life;
the breath that in me is,
it comes from you.
Empty, and a hollow shell i am
without the breath of life that makes me a living
It is foolhardy for the potsherd to say to its maker
"what doest thou?";
it is foolhardy for me, the clay to question You- the
moulder of my life.
I submit willingly to your skillful moulding and say
Oh Lord mould me into what You will!
I was created for a purpose-
to glorify your name;
a seal has been placed upon me by Your Spirit
i am a vessel, a container to hold the fragrance of
i am but an alabaster box holding within it
priceless, precious ointment.
Break me today Lord that Your fragrance may flow
from within me;
that i Your feet might anoint and get You ready for
Your glory that is to be revealed.
Make me Lord from the mess that is a mound of
build me up, fashion me, shape me into the very
image of You;
light me up that i might be placed on a candlestand
to give light to the whole world;
set me up to be the praise of Your glory!
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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Tope, this poem reminds me of some of the beautiful poetry written by King David and you seem to inculcate the same feeling in me as he does. I have now read several of your articles and they are thoughtful, focussed and well written. I encourage you to continue your writing for they are impacting more people than you might think. Blessings on you.