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I long to be perfect, I
want to be new,
I ask God to fix my cracks
with some glue.
Yet, what I see when I look
at myself,
Is still an old vessel
sitting high on a shelf.
“Oh Child,” He replied. “I care about you.
I’m not into patchwork, but starting anew.
So allow Me to take you, throw this vessel away,
And I’ll form a new one, beginning today.”
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I am a vessel, broken and weak,
The love God pours in me seeps out and leaks.
I can’t fix myself, I’ve tried time and again,
The emptying continues as I deal with sin.
“Oh God!” I cry out. “Why aren’t You working with me?
I’m broken and bleeding, why can’t You see
That the love You pour into my vessel leaks out?
Do You care that I suffer? Your goodness I doubt.”
We have the treasure of Jesus in earthen vessels,
that the excellency of the power may be of God
and not of us. 2 Corinthians 4:7
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