Submitted Christian Writings
The Vessel
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 the 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 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
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.
"Ah! This is the vessel I've been hoping to find, I will mend and use it and make
it all Mine."
