Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Perishable Containers

Poem inspired by 2 Corinthians 4:7

Our weak bodies are but perishable containers.
No use finding happiness in Earthly treasures.

We are empty vessels trying to be filled with
Your love and mercy.
I have everything but still I am thirsty.

Come Lord and fill the void.
Quiet my soul and let me hear Your voice.