We must never forget that the Lord is the one that gives us the ability to minister in His Name.  We must come to Him with a contrite heart and let Him be the Potter who moulds our lives to the shape He desires for them so that we may work in His perfect will.  So often we try to do things our way, forgetting that this is not His will for us.

So let the cry of your heart be - 

"Lord, you are the Potter and I am the clay.
Mould me and shape me to do Your will each day."

I WANT TO BE YOUR VESSEL

I want to be Your vessel, Lord,

Filled to overflowing with Your love,

So people look and see not me but You.

And, because of my example,

May many others seek Your face

And find out all Your promises are true.

 

May everything I do, Lord,

Be pleasing in Your sight,

Bringing glory not to me, but You alone.

And if that is what it takes, Lord,

To see Your will is done,

I ask You now to break my heart of stone.

 

Then soften it with oil, Lord,

And remould it as You wish,

To be a vessel fit to do Your will.

Then please wash me white as snow,

With Your precious cleansing blood,

And send me out, Your purpose to fulfil.

 

I want You then to use me

To minister Your peace

And touch each aching heart I see in need.

And may each word I speak, Lord,

And everything I do,

Quench the thirsty or sow a fertile seed.

 

Lord, I want to feel Your Spirit

Flowing out through me,

To minister Your love and perfect peace.

May it touch each fearful heart

I meet along my way,

And from fear and sorrow may it bring release.

 

So use me as Your vessel, Lord,

And anoint me with Your oil

As You send Your Holy Spirit like a dove,

And I will worship You, Lord,

Until my work is done,

And You take me to my Father up above.

 Copyright © 1998 Christine Chipman. All rights reserved.

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