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Tiny Nuggets in the Potter's Hand
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We are the clay, You are the Potter; we are all the work of Your hand. Isaiah 64:8
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Chosen Vessel
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,
I'm of great value and I do things just right.
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 wide mouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.
"Here! Here!" cried the vessel, "I 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 am I, 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.
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 its self;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;
Nor the one who is big mouthed 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 earthy 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."
- Unknown -
The Master's Touch
In the still air the music lies unheard;
In the rough marble beauty hides unseen:
To make the music and the beauty, needs
The master's touch, the sculptor's chisel keen.
Great Master, touch us with thy skillful hand;
Let not the music that is in us die!
Great Sculptor, hew and polish us; nor let,
Hidden and lost, thy form with us lie!
Spare not the stroke! do with us as thou wilt!
Let there be naught unfinished, broken barred;
Complete thy purpose, that we may become
Thy perfect image, thou our God and Lord!
- Unknown -
If you have anything really valuable to contribute to the world, it will come through the expression of your own personality -- that single spark of divinity that sets you off and makes you different from every other living creature.
- Bruce Barton -
Original Painting: A Tiny Taste
Models: Brother No. 4 granddaughter/daddy
20" x 24"
Pastel on Canson Paper
© By Mary Beatty
Background Music: Have Thine Own Way, Lord
Words: Adelaide A. Pollard - 1907
Music: "Adelaide" - George C. Stebbins - 1907
Midi Sequencer Unknown
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