I Want To Be His Vessel

There Is An Urge Inside Of Me, 
To Work Just For The Master.
As Time Goes By, 
I Want To Work All The Faster.

It Doesn't Matter What It Is, 
That From Me He May Ask.
It Doesn't Matter What The Job, 
It Doesn't Matter What The Task.

I Want To Be So Filled, 
With His Flowing Love.
I Want To Do Whatever, 
I Can Do For Him Up Above.

It Doesn't Matter How, 
Or Where It Is That He May Lead.
I Want To Be Right There, 
If Ever He's In Need,

Someone To Say Yes To Him, 
When There Is No Other.
Helping To Build His Kingdom, 
Reaching Sisters And My Brothers.

I Want To Be His Vessel 
And Used How He May Wish,
For I Want To Be His Vessel 
And For Man I Want To Fish.

I Know That I Am Needed, 
Because I Can See It All Around.
I Want To Be His Vessel, 
So Others Will Be Heaven Bound.

Used Just Like A Bottle, 
Pouring Out Fine Wine,
I Want To Be His Vessel, 
While There Still Is Time,

Time To Spread The Gospel, 
Time To Help The Lost.
I Want To Be His Vessel, 
It Doesn't Matter What The Cost.

If There Is Just One, 
Who Through This Work Can Find The Lord,
That Person May Reach Millions 
And That Is Great Reward!

I Just Want To Be His Vessel,
Leading Others To Paridise
I Want To Be His Vessel.
I Do Not Care The Price!

Cathy Jo Moore
© 2000