By darlene rose

July 7, 2003

 

I remember mother’s words when I was just a child of three

She’d say ‘These fragile teacups are just like you and me

Thirsty for their purpose, mouths always opened wide

Like babies crying for their bottles are never satisfied”

And as she’d pour the tea her eyes would shine…….

And she’d sing

 

Pour your life, Jesus

Pour your life

Into this vessel of mine

This vessel of mine

 

I still heard mother’s words when I was twenty-one years old

She’d say “These fragile teacups adorned with solid gold

Never looked more lovely,

Though a chip showed here and there

Yet when filled up to the brim the flaws just seemed to disappear”

And as she’d pour the tea her eyes would shine……..

And she’d sing

 

Pour your life, Jesus

Pour your life

Into this vessel of mine

This vessel of mine

 

Although I'm now a mother

I’m first a child of the King

Each day I open wide my mouth to sing

 

Pour your life, Jesus

Pour your life

Into this vessel of mine

This vessel of mine