Barbara's Bakin' N bits

Touched By the Master

The Master was searching for a vessel to use;

On the shelf there were many - which one would He choose?
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 someone like 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,
My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
And my silver will always compliment You.

Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass,
It was widemouthed 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 wooden bowl 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 of its self;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;
Nor the one who is big mouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one who displays his contents so proud;
Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
But this plain earthy vessel filled with My power and might.

Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed 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."

By Beulah V. Cornwall

When I read this I could not help but think of me, the young woman so
confused, so proud, so lost..Then the master found me, he picked me
up and said you sure are a dirty mess, and bound for hell where all
lost sinners go.
Then he said I have the answer to all your problems, just invite me into
your heart and life, and I will show you how you can become bright, and
shiny, and full of life.
Yes the Master picked me up, cleaned me up, shined me so I shown as
light itself. He cleaned out my mouth, he put a new robe of righteousness
upon me., and called me his beautiful child. Now that change is something
only the master of creation could do. He put my feet in high places, and he
put love in my heart, to serve him and others, what a difference the master
made in my life, just like the old rugged pitcher, rough, and stained, and ugly,
the master cleaned it up, sanded the rough edges off, removed the stains and
made a beautiful servant for him. What a wonderful thing to be found by the
master. I hope you have a great Saturday, and sing his praises for he has
done in your life.

Hugs for You Friend