I Am A Cracked Pot
I am a cracked pot,
Yes, I am a marred vessel;
He saved me, forgave me,
That His story I can tell.
Even though I am a cracked pot,
God can use my broken heart,
His light shines through my cracks,
His glory to impart.
God can use my broken heart,
His light shines through my cracks,
His glory to impart.
He's molding me, shaping me
Into the woman He wants me to be,
As I surrender myself daily,
He can surely use me.
The messes I've made of my life
Have become my message,
To encourage others who falter
As they struggle through life's passage.
The messes have become my ministry,
For when I grieved Him so,
His plan for my life was perfect,
This I definitely know.
Yes, I am a cracked pot,
He seems all my sin and shame,
Yet He uses my story
To bring glory to His Name.
Scripture References: “But now, O Lord, thou art our father; We are the clay, and thou our potter; And we all are the work of thine hand.” Isaiah 64:8
“O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? Saith the Lord. Behold as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.” Jeremiah 18:6
“ ... Take heed to the ministry which thou has received in the Lord, that thou fulfill it.” Colossians 4:18b
“O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? Saith the Lord. Behold as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.” Jeremiah 18:6
“ ... Take heed to the ministry which thou has received in the Lord, that thou fulfill it.” Colossians 4:18b
