Broken Vessels
by One For Him

Broken vessels, fit for service
Once, when whole, what could they do?
Only hold within themselves
That which they poured out by choice
But, once broken, looking useless,
What can that vessel hold within?
Nothing - for what pours inside
Flows out, as it is meant to do...

Through the cracked and broken places
In our lives, His Love flows out
Reaching those we would not pour to
What we cannot hold within.
Needing daily His refilling
First for us, and then to them
Yielded vessels, now made worthy
By forgiveness of our sins.

Thank you, God, for broken places
Of great value in Your hands.
Whole myself, I might not serve You;
Broken, You may have control
Pouring in as You desire
Sometimes more and sometimes less,
Always that to reach to others
Through my yielded brokenness.