What once glistened is now dull.
What once lifted my heart, is locked away.
It is locked by fear, by discouragement.
My bedside sees just my shadows,
Always moving in and out
Never falling to my knees. To that place.
There, the vessel tasted streams of water.
It was there the vessel carried precious jewels.
That clay vessel was brought before the King.
In His courts it remained.
It was there that God first spoke dreams and visions and a future over me.
That place where faith was within reach, where hope was a breath away.
But now, I see the vessel, is but clay.
Where are the plans you had for me, God?
Wasn’t I your songbird?
Didn’t my worship bring you pleasure?
Wasn’t it going to break chains, set people free, show others Your love?
Why did you forget me?
God, make me a willing vessel.
All the days of my life.
To be brought before the King, or to be broken.
Let me be used by You.
Let your streams of life ever flow through me.
Let your Word be the treasure I carry.
Let my voice ever resound for the one who makes me sing.
Let it sing of your faithfulness, justice, love, and forgiveness forevermore.
Unlock those desires once again, God! Release your Spirit once again over this dry soul.
I will worship You, not for promises or for a future, but because You are worthy of every breath, every note, every movement and every moment.
I will worship You because I am Your redeemed. I will worship you because on my knees is where I found life. Let me start living once again. Let me start singing once again. Always, and only for You, my King.
