Poetry

O, To be Nothing

O, To be nothing, nothing,
Only lay down at His feet.
A broken & emptied vessel,
For the masters use made meet.
Emptied, that he may fill me,
As forth to His service I go.
Broken, that so unhindered,
His life through me might flow.

– Unknown

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