The Broken Vase

A jug so fair, of finest china

Full of hope and full of plans

A vessel beautiful and settled 

But not quite placed within His hands

Then one sad day the vase is fractured

Broken, cracked and deep in pain

Perhaps myself I can repair it?

Alas all efforts are in vain.

Then falls direct a flood from heaven

The lost jug could not contain

And somehow now through pain and sorrow 

Gods love can flow, released again

Without the cracks the jugs full purpose 

Could not fully be achieved

Although it feels it is now useless

It should not ever be deceived.

As He flows through you he transforms you

Healing with the purest gold

And the new pot He's creating

Is something different than the old

A vessel of outstanding beauty

Surpassed only by its grace

Through which Gods love can flow freely

As it's restored and set in place

This poem isn't perfect, but that's the point-we don't have to be perfect to be used!