A Vessel Unto Honour

I was once a beautiful vessel Brimming with wine at the king's table Uniquely made A vessel of inestimable value Admired by the guest who eat from the king's table One day the king found another vessel I was no where to be found around the king's table The king's guest forgot i ever existed I was thrown out The ash heap adopted me The rodents found in me a place to dwell But time gave me a second chance The potter found me He washed me clean I've found a new place to stay I dwell amongst the potter's vessels The potter knows my colour shape and purpose I'm far from perfection Though perfectly imperfect He has displayed me for all to see The ash heap which thought i was ruined I'm elevated High on the potter's shelf And once again I,m a beautiful vessel unto honour