The Broken Vessel..
Really hard sometimes to smile when your heart is crying.. I can relate to the broken and I can also see God has chosen all us broken souls for a reason.. The Broken Vessel.. “Take me,” cried the gold one. “I’m shiny and bright, “I’m of great value and I do things just right.” But God passes by the gold, silver, brass, crystal, and wooden urns, and chooses the vessel of clay. The poem explains why.. Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay.. Empty and broken, it helplessly lay. No hope had the vessel that the …