"A Vessel of Honour" - The Lord told the prophet Jeremiah of old to go down to the potter's house to observe. A missionary once told of a scene that indelably implated on my mind. When a lump just would not mould the potter stopped his wheel gathered up the clay and threw it out the open door behind him. My missionary friend took a look and saw the hillside strewn with hardened lumps of clay...
A Vessel of Honour
A vessel of honour I'm longing to be
As clay to the potter may I be to Thee
You may have to break down resistance at times
But Lord don't stop moulding and shaping my life
Shape me dear Father, please make me like You
Mould me completely so I can be true
And if You have to break me may I understand
You're still loving and holding my life in your hand
It would be such disservice Results would be few
If clay rejects Potter and seeks its own view
It could only be cast out to the old potter's field
Please don't cast me out Master
Put me back on your wheel
Shape me dear Father please make me like You
Mould me completely so I can be true
And if You have to break me may I understand
You're still loving and holding my life in your hand
And if You have to break me may I understand
You're still loving and holding my life in your hand
