A PRAYER, AND A POEM
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Father, may everyone who stops here to read this poetry find healing in Jesus' Name.

Anoint every one with Your fragrant healing oil.
Let the very air be as incense flowing down from the throne room of God.
Lord, let them believe that this Your healing is for them today, I pray in Jesus' Name. Amen
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The Broken Vessel
My life's an earthen vessel with a hidden perfume within
Only the Savior can break the seal to release the fragrance from within
He knew He must break me; there are many souls to win
When the jar is broken it releases the fragrance within
It falls on those around us and fills the whole house. It makes our life a fragrant, consuming sacrifice.
It will give a beauty of sacrifice and cost.
Without the broken vessels, our lives are but dross.
When the Holy Spirit begins to release the fragrance from within,
we have been broken, our lives purged of sin;
only a sweet sacrifice of the Savior dwells within -
our lives are broken vessels held gently in His hands.
His touch brings Peace and delivers us from pain.
He places us on the Potters Wheel to make us new again.
We are a broken vessel of the purest and sweetest perfume.
It fills our hearts, each and every room.
To be His broken vessel is what I long to be:
to have His life be a sweet perfume in me
Oh Lord, I am a sacrifice upon your holy fires.
Oh Lord, I am your precious child lifted from the mires.
You speak Your Word so tenderly as you mold and shape me within.
To be a broken vessel is a honor to me, to be His sweet perfume that falls on all those whose lives He longs to win.
Lord, I yield my body a Holy Sacrifice to be a sweet fragrance of every flower and spice.
Upon my door I hear You knocking once, or maybe twice.
You leave the handle of my door smelling of flower and spice.
My eyes are so sleepy, I barely see you there.
I am so tired, Lord, I fail to rise and meet you and miss Your nearness there.
Lord, I long to walk with You in paths so pleasant and fair.
Lord, I long to smell Your sweet perfume in the very air.
You call my name in the early morning light, in the stillness of the night,
when it is raining, when the sun is shining bright
You have delivered my life, my soul, from every terror and fright.
Jesus, You are my very heart's perfume.
Fill my heart's each and every room with Your fragrant sacrificing perfume.
©2001-2006 Poetry By Ruthie
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The word which came to Jeremiah from the Lord saying,"Arise and go down to the potters house, and there
I will cause you to hear My Words" Then I went down to the potters house, and there he was, making something at the wheel and the vessel he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter; so; he made it again into another vessel,
as it seemed good to the potters make.
Then the word of the Lord came to me saying: O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter? says the Lord.
"Look, as the clay is in the potters hand, so are you in My hand,O house of Israel
(NKJV)
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