As I sit here looking out my window at the beauty of His creation, the forty shades of green and the grass waving in the wind, sprinkled with the beauty of blowing daises and buttercups. In all this beauty as I gaze up into a large Aspen tree I see that several limbs have bee broken and cracked by the wind. These branched remind me of the broken vessels we can be as we are under the forces of the storms than we face in life. I am going to share this poem, written by a friend called ” little vessels ”
Little Vessels
We are little vessels,
Created by God’s hand,
Put here a little while,
To walk in this land.
We are little vessels,
Broken and marred by sin,
God knows our every weakness,
He wants to mold us from within.
We are little vessels,
Who need saved from sin,
And by submitting to God our potter,
Salvation will begin.
We are little vessels,
Saved from sin and shame,
Jesus gives us victory,
Because He lives again.
We are little vessels,
Being molded by His spirit,
Because of His love and grace,
And not by our merit.
We are little vessels,
Being shaped, As He would have us be,
Perfect in His sight,
When the face of Jesus we see.
—— Winston Staples ——
I trust you are blessed my friend!



