Master Potter formed the vessel in accordance
with His will;
A vessel He'd determined afore how He would usefully
But the vessel looked upon Himself and did not
like what he saw;
Misshapen, crooked, and ugly, he, so evident was
"Why have you made me like this?" he cried,
"I've no beauty like the rest! You could
have created me perfect -- and name me
one of Your best!"
"But you are unique, and dearly loved,
your beauty is in your worth; I've chosen
you for service, not looks, do not scorn
your lowly birth."
"You'll hold to the brim such perfurme
sweet, and please all who pass you by
-- They'll rejoice when breathing your
fragrance, praising your Maker on High!"
"Outward appearance is just for show,
inner presence is what counts. Handsome
vessels are often empty -- detached from
the Master's founts.
"Satisfied be with your lot in life, revolt
'gainst Your Maker quell,
For you are extra-special to Me, Eternity's
days will tell."
In surrender, the vessel found peace,
His service was multiplied.
With joy his heart was filled to the brim
-- The Lord within did abide!
Copyright 2001, used with permission.
Elizabeth Pearson is a 72 year-old mother
of three, grandmother of five and a former
elementary school teacher. She is very
active in my church and community. Although
she does no personally suffering from
chronic illness, she has many friends