Post by debi on May 3, 2012 20:27:43 GMT -5
He took a piece of clay and formed a simple cup.
Not a golden goblet, not delicately carved,
Not inlaid with precious stones, but ordinary by far.
I am that cup; I’m chipped and stained from uses not intended.
But, my Maker dipped me in some special cleansing liquid.
And though of my condition I’m very much aware
My Maker sees a perfect cup; beautiful and fair.
I don’t mind that I’m a cup, for that is what He made me.
And with His Spirit He filled me up and I will not be empty.
I don’t know how He can use a simple cup like me,
But I question not His perfect wisdom, nor plan He has for me.
