Friday, July 1, 2011
Only all of me.
I am small.
I am lean.
I am fragile.
I am full.
Full of oil, each drop reserved for something special.
Each drop saved, used sparingly.
But for my Maker?
I offer only all of me.
I was made to pour myself out before You. every. last. drop.
Who can say they have lost when they've been wholly spent on Jesus?
I let my bottle go.
Smashed, it has splintered now.
Into thousands of fragments, bitter and sharp.
Unable to be used again, I have solidified my purpose.
My purpose is to bring You praise.
My bottle was crafted for such a mean.
To be broken, to be empty, to be lowly before You.
From fallen to sacred, I move forward in this heavy chorus.
May it be a fragrant offering.
For I come offering only all of me.