Vessels of Honor

Our God controls the universe,

And we never should complain;

If He sends us the sunshine,

When we feel the need for rain.

There is a time for laughter;

There are times to dance with glee.

There’s a time for deep mourning;

All these things are meant to be.

When our hearts are filled with joy,

We recognize the Master’s hand,

But the cold stormy seasons

Seems so hard to understand.

We must yield our life to Him,

Knowing He works for our good.

We’ll not faint in time of trials,

If we love Him as we should.

Chosen vessels of honor,

Yet the shaping seems to harm,

It’s just the Masters chisel

Carving out design and charm.

And the things we experience,

Often brings heartache and pain;

He bottles up our teardrops,

And transforms them into gain.

December 27, 1999