The Vessel

I am a vessel
Broken, Scarred, Earthern
Having walked through Narrow Places
Pressed by walls of my own making
Crushed, Beyond Repair
Powder, Dust
Franctured, I lost heart
Heavy, the shadow of shame
Yet heavier still The Spirit of Mercy
Hovering above the chaos of my soul
Moving across the depths of my heart
Wrapping Himself 
around the dark and shattered pieces
Sharp edges cutting, Piercing
Blood spilling
I did this:
This killing of the One 
who was born to make me whole
Yet Life springs
and Light walks out
of dark imprisoning tombs
For me
For you
Jars of Clay

He gently bends down, 
scars upon his hands
And wipes my tears
He sets me back upon the path
And takes my hand 
Then positions Himself before me
Stalwart, determined
“Where are we going, Lord?”
He gazes at me
Compassion pours like soaking rain.
“Home.”

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No matter where you go, no matter what happens, what you become, what you gain,what you lose,no matter whether you succeed or fail, stand or fall, no matter what you dip your hands into…no gone is too far gone. Son, you can always come home.

Charles Martin

Behold, the hand of Yahweh is not so short that it cannot save…

Your hands are defiled with blood and your fingers with iniquity. Your lips have spoken lies and your tongue mutters unrighteousness.

Yet as for me, this is my covenant, “My spirit which is upon you and my words which I have put in your mouth shall not depart from your mouth, nor from the mouth of your seed, nor from the mouth of your seed’s seed,” says Yahweh, “from now and forever.”

Isaiah 59:1, 3, and 21

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But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.

Romans 5:8

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Aren’t we, sinners all, grateful for a God who bends down to hear and calls to us? I, chief among them, certainly am.

He heals our broken pieces and makes us whole, knowing this: “we have this treasure in earthen vessels; so that the surpassing greatness of the power will be of God and not from ourselves…2 Cor 4:7