Silent Prayer - His Word

I feel that I’m His vessel,
In which He pours His word,
And I must hurry quickly,
To catch His every sigh.

For without the Master’s prompting,
His words I would not write,
And if I missed the words He gave,
That someone had to hear.

I would have let the Master down,
And that would cause me tears,
For as His vessel I must be,
At His beck and call.

That I can capture His every word,
So I write as quickly as my hand can flow,
That I will not have missed a word,
He had for someone to receive.

So fill your vessel Lord I pray,
With word for your sons and daughters,
To bring them to your saving grace,
Down upon thier knees.

Then when my life is over,
I will have no regrets,
When the Master calls me home,
When time is at an end

Silent Prayer

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