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he Master was searching for         You dine.                                                              I  need  not  the  vessel  with  the
               a vessel to use. Before Him         My  lines  are  so  graceful,  my   The  Master  came  next  to  the   pride  of  itself,  nor  one  that  is
          Twere  many,  which  one                 carving so true,                  vessel  of  wood,  polished  and     narrow to sit on the shelf. Nor one
          would He choose?                         and  silver  will  certainly  carved, it solidly stood.                that is big-mouthed and shallow
             “Take me!” cried the gold one.        complement You.”                     “You  may  use  me,  dear  and loud, nor one that displays its
             “I’m shiny and bright.                                                     Master,”  the  wooden  bowl       contents so proud.”
             I am of great value, and I do     Unheeding, the Master passed on          said.
             things just right.                to a vessel of brass.                    “But I would rather you used      Then gently He lifted the vessel of
             My  beauty  and  lustre  will     Wide-mouthed  and  shallow,  and         me for fruit, not for bread.”     clay, mended and cleansed it and
             outshine the rest.                polished like glass.                                                       filled it that day: spoke to it kindly,
             And  for  someone  like  You,         “Here, here,” cried the vessel,   Then the Master looked down on       “There’s work you must do. Just
             Master, gold would be best.”          “I know I will do.                the  vessel  of  clay.  Empty  and   pour out to others, as I pour into
                                                   Place me on Your table            broken it helplessly lay. No hope    you.”
          The  Master  passed  on  with  no        for all men to view.”             had  the  vessel  that  the  Master
          word at all and looked at the silver                                       would  choose,  to  cleanse  and     Oh, to be nothing, nothing. Simply
          vase, narrow and tall.                   “Look  at  me,”  called  the  make whole, to fill and to use.          to  lie  at  His  feet.  A  broken  and
             “I’ll serve You, dear Master, I’ll    goblet of crystal so clear!       “Oh, this is the vessel I’ve been    empty  vessel...  For  the  Master’s
             pour out Your wine,                   “Though  fragile  I  am,  I  will   hoping to find. I’ll mend it and use   use made meet!
             I’ll be on Your table whenever        serve You with fear.”             it, and make it all Mine.            (From: Faith in the Word)
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