MAKE ME YOUR VESSEL
© 1989 Karen S. Lucas

Make me your vessel, Lord…I empty myself
Washed clean by the light of Your Word
Bind up the broken shards, with Your nail-pierced hands,
You’re the Potter, Creator, and Wine.

Remold me if needed, I belong to You, Lord;
Make me pliable, quick to give way
If I ever resist, help me not to forget…
You’re the Potter and I am the clay.

Make me Your vessel, Lord…fill till I’m full
And pour me if needed I pray;
If I can be used in Your most humble way,
I’m willing, choose me, if You may.

Break me if needed, I belong to You, Lord
Cause I know, You know best, and will stay
Close beside me to hide me...till I’m whole again...
You’re the Potter and I am the clay.

Make me Your vessel, Lord, tried by the fire
Till what’s left of my will becomes dross
If ever I think I am more than I am,
Place me at the foot of the cross.

Make me Your vessel, I belong to You, Lord
Glaze me colors to brighten the gray
Here is my heart, I entrust in Your hands
You’re the Potter and I am the clay…Lord,
You’re the Potter and I am the clay.