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Broken Vessel


I'm just an earthen vessel
But not one formed by hands of men.

I've been filled with God's own treasure
He adds time and time again.

I know I must be broken
So I'll just give my heart to Him.

Clay that's in the Masters hand
A place to store His sweet perfume.

But not until this vessel's broken
Can I pour out His life to them.

Those for whom my Saviour died
Then He'll fill me once again.

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