Most days I feel empty.
I wake and don't want to move,
too exhausted to exist.
Like a ship wrecked on a sandbar, it's treasures scattered across the waves leaving it's hull void of use.
Oh, but great carpenter, you patch each hole and fill it with your divine grace.
I am a shattered clay pot, prices of me scattered where I tried in vain to fix things along my way, only to come away broken and empty.
Oh, but Lord, you gather each piece for mending, the masterful healer and potter, you put me back together once more and fill me with your glory and purpose.
I wish to be your vessel, oh wonderful savior.
Fill me with your light until it overflows from every pore.
Let me set out on a voyage to proclaim your truth and love.
For without you I am dust,
I am unable to do anything apart from you but sin.
So fill me with your spirit so that I may live a life of worth for you my king.