Open up my mouth and fill it; that I may speak of your greatness.
I am but a youth and my tongue is unskilled, but you oh Lord hold wisdom and knowledge.
Who can fathom your precepts? Like a skilled artist you talk and people listen.
A great poet you are, I am but an apprentise; honorred to be used by you as a tool.
I long to absorb your words and keep them locked in my heart.
I long for your will to be completed in me.
Am I not your vessel? then do not tarry and let your will be done.
Take this jar of clay and transform it into a beautiful vessel.
Like the great artist that you are, do not leave no part of me undone; that when you are finished I may be of great use, and when you are finished pour a fresh anoiting on me and let it overflow.
He said unto me, "My peace I give unto you.
I am Jehovah your pastor. You shall write many things; of my many works you shall write, and you shall speak of my goodness.
I have anoited your hand that you may write for me."
I will learn to praise the lord, in the good times and in the bad times, for you have put a new song in my heart I will say of thee; thou art God, a true help in the time of trouble.
In your arms there is safety. Blessed are the people that find safety in your arms.
