God took this lesser vessel filled with cracks and holes.
Carefully restored me with precious burning coals.
He seared the inmost places restoring what was broken.
Then gently brought forth beauty giving more than just a token.
A lesser vessel am I; yet, His glory overflows.
For He took all my sin and His blood, He interposed!
Oh praise the Lord! His family grows larger every day.
He makes something beautiful of each piece of clay.
My Jesus loves completely, restores each broken part.
Within the fire of affliction brought His peace to my heart.
Oh praise the Lord, all nations, who seek to win the prize.
One day that same Jesus will look into our eyes!
“All the glory of His family will hang on Him: its offspring and offshoots–all its lesser vessels, from the bowls to all the jars.” Isaiah 22:24
Written by Holly Smith, January 18, 2002