I am empty.
I am a broken jar,
Shattered into pieces.
Only a small piece remains
That fulfills its purpose.
Only one small piece holds water.
Is there hope for a broken jar?
Is there any peace in knowing
That only pieces remain?
The shards lay scattered.
The water slowly starts to drip.
My soul starts to ebb away.
I have no hope. I have no future.
I am a broken jar with no purpose.
And yet You come and take those pieces
And mend them back together.
You take the broken, brittle shards
And mold them into one whole again.
But I am yet a jar. I am empty.
Your vessel is mended, yet void.
And yet You take Your Living Water
And fill my soul once more.
My life is full of purpose once again.
My vessel is alive with meaning.
And so with all I have,
I will give that purpose back to You.
I will use my gifts to love the Giver
Who has given me all I am and all I can be.
I will, with every breath I take,
Praise the One who has given me life.