Chosen Vessel

The Master was searching for a vessel to use; On the shelf there were many - which one would he choose?

The Golden Vessel   "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 You, Master, gold would be the best!"

The Silver Vessel   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,
  And my silver will always compliment You."

The Brass Vessel   Unheeding, the Master passed on to the brass,
  It was wide-mouth 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."

The Crystal Vessel   "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 Wood Vessel   The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
  Polished and carved, it solidly stood.
  "You may use me, dear Master," the wood vessel said,
  "But I'd rather You used me for fruit, not for bread."

The Broken Clay Vessel   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 in itself;
  Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;
  Nor the one who is big mouthed and shallow and loud;
  Nor the one who displays his contents so proud;
  Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
  But this plain earthly vessel filled with My power and might."

The Mended Clay Vessel   Then gently he lifted the vessel of clay.
  Mended and cleasned 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."

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	"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 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, And my silver will always compliment You."
	Unheeding, the Master passed on to the brass, It was wide-mouth 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. "You may use me, dear Master," the wood vessel said, "But I'd rather You used me for fruit, not for bread."
	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 in itself; Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf; Nor the one who is big mouthed and shallow and loud; Nor the one who displays his contents so proud; Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right; But this plain earthly vessel filled with My power and might."
	Then gently he lifted the vessel of clay. Mended and cleasned 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."