“The Chosen Vessel” By Beulah V. Cornwall
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,
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 widemouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.
Here! Here! cried the vessel, l 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 I am, 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.
I need not the vessel with pride of itself;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on a shelf;
Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one who displays his contents so proud;
Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
But 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.
I am so glad that God chooses and uses broken imperfect people. He loves us, brokenness, and all. To some people you may not be good enough, but that’s not the case with God. He sees your heart and He knows and loves the real you. He knows your struggles and insecurities. He knows your fears and He counts your tears. And while He sees that you’re broken and weak, He also sees a very useful, beautiful vessel that He desires to use. What if the brokenness made you even more useful? What if that brokenness kept you humble? What if the brokenness you try to hide is what God wants to use the most? You must be willing. You can’t make excuses. You can’t let fear get in the way. Give yourself and all your imperfections to God and watch what He can do!
But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. 1 Corinthians 1:27 (NIV)