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!
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.