Empty Vessels
EMPTY VESSELS
Just some empty vessels--that is all she had--
And a heavy burden, and some hungry lads.
But she’d sought the prophet, he told her to fill
All the empty vessels, following God’s will.
Oil then was in plenty, and her debts were paid
All because the woman heard and then obeyed.
I am like a vessel; maybe I am small,
But the Lord can fill me if I give may all.
He’s not interested in my shape or size,
For I am quite special in His holy eyes.
He’s not going to hurt me, nor my life abuse;
He just wants to have me for His work to use.
He won’t ever force me to walk in His way,
But I know He’ll bless me if I will obey.
Help me, Lord, be empty, so me you can fill,
Help me be submissive to Your perfect will.
Help me just to trust You every day and hour;
Fill this empty vessel with Your love and power.
Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2019
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