Repurposed

by Jalisa Wenger
Used by permission

I'm a vessel "marred and broken,"
Hopeless on the ground I lie.
Once I thrilled to do His service;
Now those dreams are doomed to die.

But I feel Him gently lifting.
Hopeful in His hands I wait.
Could it be that He can use me
When I thought I'd met my fate?

"I will mend you if you're willing.
You will never be the same,
But with richer, fuller service
You will glorify My name."

Now I am a mended vessel.
See, my scars with gold are bound!
Once again, I serve Him daily!
Greater joy cannot be found!