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 a 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 silver will always compliment You.”

 

Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass.

It was widemouthed 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 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.

 

“Oh!  This is the vessel I’ve been hoping to find,

I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.”

 

“I need not the vessel with pride of its self;

Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;

Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud;

Nor the one who displays his contents so proud;

Nor the one who thinks he can do all things just right;

Just this plain earthly 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 out to others as I pour into you.”

 

Beulah V. Cornwall

 

My mom recently gave me a copy of this poem the other day which I had never seen before.  I wanted to share it with you here if you have never seen it before. What a wonderful description of how GOD wants to use us for his purposes, and how he intends to do it. He wants to use us and for us to give back his blessings and his love that he pours into us.  What a great reminder of the loving GOD we have.