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I'M a Vessel-

"I'm a vessel I'm a temple of the Holy Spirit I'm a vessel taping me feel me I'm a container a receptacle suppository a drum have not any disintegrating bones and dust I am not call a urn me with sign hand mold me shaping me until I an imaged All Father grieving me to me until design plans tell me about plans give me receive I be for your purpose qualifying quality used me for thy Divine Purpose Kneed me mold me shape me need not leave me 5 a.m. solidify me My flawed forgotten or broken reshaped me Mold me He chose me He's spoken wholeness and peace Sweet release amend bend me mold Me Hold squeeze me never leave me in Mme concessions hold me whisper to my ears I am a blessing Dress Your Vessel God mode me Temple of the Holy Spirit I am a vessel sleeping me fill me your container I am the drum You're calling me I am insured I am endowed with just a drop of your power For the Masters use Use me for the Masters use mode me for the Masters use and shaped me remake me absolute Oh! Lord I Am Your Vessel thoughtful inciting security exposed to the Father you and words and works I am a vessel I am shaping I am filled I am contained with his ever-present I am love I am just calling I am called on to me to be God's vessel Into thine image All Father speak up into me you mean much to me received me I be will purposed I qualify with quality used me for thine Divine Purpose may not leave me Father feeling flawed forgotten or broken You spoken to speak wholeness in my life and peace sweet release in my life you molded me get a hold of me if you squeeze me never leaves me but. Still, since of your calling, you made me your son and daughter. I Am Your Vessel! "
6/10/22 Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




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