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The Vessel By Brenda Drake

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God knew me as a little troubled girl and He heard my cry.  He loved me before I loved Him.  In looking back I realize He constantly wooed and urged me to Him.  God paved the way to the cross where I would find salvation and would receive the Spirit of God within my heart.  God still tirelessly teaches, leads, and guides as He molds and shapes me to be His perfect without blemish bride.

The Vessel

The Creator beheld the lump of clay but saw the vessel within.
It was not just any vessel; it was to be made for Him.
Before it was He knew exactly how it would be, 
He already had a plan that only He could see.
In fact He saw it even before it was the lump of clay,
The idea was always in His heart tucked away.
This vessel became tarnished and was taken from His grasp,
But the One that created all things paid the price He asked.
The vessel is made new and formed from within;
The born again soul is molded and shaped by Him.
Oh what a beautiful vessel made because of Christ.
He is the one that gave His life.
When man allows God full control,
He is made into the most precious vessel,
That will carry the Word of God for another to hear,
That gives to God all that is to him most dear.
This is the vessel chosen to hold heaven’s wine.
This is the vessel that the Creator designed:
Beautiful, precious, valued so high that the angels strain to see
All that the Creator plans to pour through thee.
Great things are destined for every newborn life,
For they become the one that causes to the Father great delight!

2 Timothy 1:9
Who hath saved us, and called us with an holy calling, not according to our works, but according to his own purpose and grace, which was given us in Christ Jesus before the world began,

The Fire Touched Life By Brenda Drake

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            This poem tells of clay being molded and shaped by the Potters hand.  I have felt His work in the forming and I have felt the heat of the fire applied to make me strong; and it is not always a pleasant feeling. I trust Him and I trust I will be made a vessel better to serve Him.

The Fire Touched Life

The fiery touch of Heaven upon a life,
Strengthens and conditions for service for Christ
Clay is formed; molded and shaped,
Into the vessel the potter desire to make.
When a flaw is evident it is started anew.
The same clay reformed is made a masterpiece into.
After its forming, it is placed into the fiery furnace,
So it will strengthen to endure at later service.
Love is at work within you. His work is intricate, sure and precise.
His full attention is in the formation of your life,
He has great plans for you, which only He is able to see.
It is a life of purpose, that brings profit for eternity,
So remember in yourself and others; the process is slow.
However there is great progress in the fire-touched soul.
The Holy Spirit never tires of His work inside,
So the outside like diamonds shine; proving Jesus within abides.

Isaiah 64:8
But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter;
and we all are the work of thy hand

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The Potter’s Hand By Brenda Drake

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When we are at rest it makes it so much easier to be formed by our heavenly Father. 
Lord, help us to be yielded and still.

The Potters Hand

The potter forms the clay it is shaped by his hand.
He applies the pressure to make what he plans.
Every movement is important, each step he takes
Forms the piece that he makes.
The vessel is only as good as the potter’s touch.
The one that forms it determines so much.
If he is an amateur he can make mistakes.
And the vessel will be flawed, and could easily break.
When his work is not of much worth it will be hidden from view.
Or it is crushed before it is finished to redo.
But there is a Potter that perfectly molds His vessel of earth.
He is carefully forming and never tires of His work.
His hand is lovingly developing the clay to become,
A beautiful vessel that holds the Spirit of the Son.
It is to be filled with the oil of joy and peace.
It will never run dry it is to be filled with increase.
This vessel is lovely, and it is pure and undefiled.
It causes the Father’s heart to smile.
It’s bought and paid for at a great price;
For it cost the Son of God His life
It will be filled to overflowing with His sweet wine.
The work of the Master-Potter is good- it is fine.
Each individual so intricate and unique no one else can take their place.
Every saved soul is a masterpiece of His grace.

Isaiah 64:8
But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.