Earthen vessels, marred, unsightly, Bearing Wealth no thought can know;
Heav'nly Treasure, gleaming brightly- Christ revealed in Saints below!
Vessels, broken, frail, yet bearing Through the hungry ages on,
Riches giv'n with hand unsparing, God's great Gift, His precious Son!
O to be but emptier, lowlier, Mean, unnoticed and unknown,
And to God a vessel holier, Filled with Christ, and Christ alone!
Naught of earth to cloud the Glory! Naught of self the light to dim!
Telling forth Christ's wondrous story, Broken, empty - filled with Him!
Tr. Frances Bevan
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Thank you for posting this poem. It has brought clarity during a difficult time.
Bless you!
Love the new picture and layout!
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