When Empty Vessels Speak

 Sometimes I would cry and become overwhelmed...

Because of Your presence and the love that transcends.

I come into Your court, to fill up my tank..

For what I need to do, I must do on Your plank.

At times words are spoken and it raises questions, in my heart..

For what shoots like arrows, fail at the start.

I seek information, for the necessities of life..

Though laughed at with scorn, I am Your faithful wife.

I try to close my ears, when empty vessels speak...

For the sound from their altar, shows many cracks a

nd leaks.

Often I would wonder, how that could all be so...

But then You softly whisper, you don't need to know.

The plans for my life, were written in pure gold.

Though tales that were told, in gossip they were sold.

But just the other day, the Lord placed His hand...

And touched my soul and body, to do HIS command.

I strive everyday, to rise and be strong.

To do what I must and repent when I go wrong.

The mercy I seek daily, are the clothes on my back..

And with every ounce of gratitude, I know I will not lack.