Chronicles of a Journeyman

The sweet-smelling sacrifice

Of a broken and contrite heart

Arises as incense from the altar

Unto the Father

Dead but living

Burnt and pleasing

Broken but useful

As the sweet aroma of perfume

Diffuses from the broken jar

The broken vessel

Is constantly filled and always empty

Having become just a channel

For virtue to flow from the Father

To the saints and to the peoples

Of the earth

Oh, make us broken vessels

Though despised of men

But useful to You our Father

And devoted to You alone

So that our days will count

Only for Your glory

And our years be relevant

Only to Your purpose.

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.”
‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭4‬:‭7‬ ‭NIV‬‬