The Vessel That I am!
I am a weak vessel.
Strengthen me, O Lord!
Help me fill up to the brim
With virtues of all sorts.
I am a small vessel.
Make me hold more, O Lord!
Take away my porosity;
Let things remain intact.
I am a clay vessel.
Polish my sides, O Lord!
Let me stand most splendidly,
Glorifying my God.
I am a mere vessel,
Distorted somewhat, O Lord!
Place me on a rocky base,
To show the world my class!
The vessel whatever that I am
Will serve Thee only, Lord.
Fill me up with thy grace, O God
To prove that I’m fine clod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-1-2009
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Within this Earthen Vessel
WITHIN this earthen vessel are bowers and groves,
and within it is the Creator:
Within this vessel are the seven oceans
and the unnumbered stars.
The touchstone and the jewel-appraiser are within;
and within this vessel the Eternal soundeth,
and the spring wells up.
Kabîr says:
'Listen to me, my Friend!
My beloved Lord is within.'
Fit To Serve
When men serve the Eternal King, whether they preach or they sing,
It is The Lord above we praise, as hearts and voice to Him we raise.
All the service that He calls men to, The Lord above helps them do,
Equipping every believer He calls, to many tasks and various roles.
God helps us with the task at hand, in ways we may not understand,
By equipping each and everyone, when we come to faith in His Son.
By grace God allows men to serve, in ways we truly do not deserve,
Serving in ways hard to believe, after God’s Spirit we have received.
Through The Spirit God fills you with, all the knowledge and the gift,
The gift to use the knowledge inside, using The Spirit as your guide.
God above has a plan for all of us, if we’d simply believe and trust,
We can serve the Lord in many ways, all through these earthly days.
In your heart, The Lord instills, His Truth and knowledge, as He wills,
And this knowledge of The Lord, in your service, by God is poured,
Onto men, whom you reach, through your witness and your speech,
As The Lord God uses your whole life, as a vessel for Jesus Christ.
A new vessel that belongs to Him; Christ, who saved us from all sin,
Cleansed and fit for the service of, the Lord God, who reigns above.
Using people, just like you and me, to move others towards eternity,
Where we will serve forevermore, when we reign with Christ our Lord.
(Copyright ©11/2007)
Sonnet: With God’s Help
‘Come to my aid God, ’ whenever I need,
For, without Thee, my life’s vessel could sink;
With Thee, my Lord, I’ll do great things indeed!
Like how with Thine inspiration, I ink.
Prepare me Lord for life’s challenges,
And make me wary, alert, sensible;
And like sore-throat, soothen’d by lozenges,
Soothen my heart with words from the Bible.
Show me Thy unique ways to solve problems;
Let despair not entwine my human heart;
Let flowers new, blossom forth from old-stems,
And let Thine wisdom help me further art.
O use me Lord, for any purpose, God!
In case I fail, do spare me from Thy rod.
8-6-2002
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A Thanksgiving Prayer to God
Almighty God, to Thee I pray,
And thank Thee for all things this day,
I had received in ample way;
Let glory be to Thee, Aye! Aye!
I am a human being mere;
I sin often and always err;
Forgive me Lord, my God, I plead,
A better life, may I still lead.
This day is almost over, Lord!
I’m sorry if I broke accord;
Without Thine mercy, love O God,
My life gets thrown into discord.
My every want, Thou providest;
My praises, thanks, I offer best;
Ignore my iniquities Lord;
Afill my heart, mind with Thine word.
O let my lips utter good words,
And let my tongue not turn like swords,
And let me labor for Thine sake,
And dispel ignorance and ache.
The good I did all came from Thee
The bad surfaced from within me;
O help me do my duty well,
And always toll the success bell!
O fill this vessel, Lord, I pray,
With gifts that I can share today,
With downtrodden brethren around,
And men and women, poor, unsound.
O bless my solitude always;
Let devils not invade my days;
So bless my deeds and mundane ways,
Miraculously most, in case.
O take away my pride, O Lord;
I long to live in Thine accord;
Rescue me from each temptation
That takes me nearer Damnation.
Provide me Lord, with Thine insight;
Thou art my only way, truth, light;
Let love for Thee burn always bright,
From dawn till dusk, and through the night.
My fallacies are not just mine;
O keep me off women and wine;
This bread will do; my health is fine;
My soul with grace must always shine.
O Lord, now bless this bread I eat;
And keep my body, heart, soul, neat,
And walking in heavenly grace,
With wisdom, piety-filled face.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-17-2008
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Sonnet: A Pot of Special Clay
The Potter chose to make a pot of clay,
And used some special earth to mould its frame,
That turned to be a vessel, which one day,
Became so holy, bringing Him, great name!
God filled the vessel with His divine grace,
And placed it on His sacred altar, when
The vessel glowed with beauty, worth much praise:
And quenched were souls, who drank from it often!
And when the pot had done its job on earth,
It cracked one day when old, and turned to dust:
But looked much finer than ev’n gold, at birth;
For, it had held the blood of Jesus Christ!
By fulfilling His Maker’s ardent aim,
The pot had turned to dust, from whence it came!
Fondly dedicated to a deceased ‘Man of God’,
Brother Dr. DGS Dhinakaran,
JESUS CALLS MINISTRY, TN, India
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-22-2008
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In My Silence I Am Breaking
i am an empty vessel
why not fill me up a little
with your cool water
it will really matter
i am an empty vessel
for a long time now
wanting to be contained
in your fullness
you may please
fill me up to my brim
if it is possible with you
fill me with your cool waters
let me overflow
with your love
and understanding
in my emptiness
i am howling
in my silence
i am breaking
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Purposeful Surrender
As you empty self for the Lord, blessing by Him will be poured,
Upon the others in your life, as you faithfully serve Jesus Christ,
As you empty your fleshly will, the void, The Holy Spirit shall fill,
With the things God will need, with surrender to The Spirit’s lead.
In the light of what John had said, regarding Christ, in His stead,
When Believers do become less, The Lord God begins to bless,
As Christ then becomes more, blessings around us He will pour,
When we move aside for Christ, to be God’s vessels, in this life.
So we must purpose in our heart, to God’s surrender at the start,
To become God’s vessel for, Jesus Christ, Who becomes more,
While we remain just who we are, as we serve God, near and far,
Making our purpose and intent, pleasing to God, as we are sent.
When we empty our self, for Him, of all our ways, tainted by sin,
God then fills us with new desire, with a new vision that is higher,
When in Christ, we become less, He gives to us eternal purpose,
As we submit to Christ our Lord, service for us God shall afford.
With Christ, less becomes more, as God shall open a new door,
A new door of service in His way, as Christ leads us day to day,
For service to God is not about us, but our Savior, Christ Jesus,
Who fills us with His Holy Word, to be poured till all have heard.
(Copyright ©12/2009)
The Vessel
The Vessel was a thing of clay.
the sort you use, then throw away.
It was worth little, of itself,
but that vessel was filled with Love.
It poured out Love upon the Living
Free and selfless was its giving.
When at last the clay was dry,
it was the vessels time to die.
It shattered on the sands of time,
now half a lifetime gone from mine.
The vessel was my Dad you see-
and by his gifts I was set free.
I wept the day he met his end-
will I ever see his like again?
God willing on a higher plane
I'll get to call again his name.,
but if my journey ends in dust,
he taught me how as all men must.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Lovers Prayer
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Just wanna be with my love tonight
I dont want no jive artists calling me on the telephone
Dont wanna watch the carson show all alone
I just wanna lay back, take my rest
With the one I loves head resting on my chest
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Just wanna be with my love tonight
And I dont want my best friends even coming round
cos if they do I might put em down
Carsons over and the lights way down low
And all I got, I got a heart full of soul
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
I said, lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
I said, lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Just wanna be with my love tonight
And its a lovers prayer, oh yes it is
Takes a little time, takes a little care, yeah, yeah, yeah
And when it gets way on in the midnight hour
I just wanna play my guitar
I just wanna see you smile, touch your face
Be with you in my own place
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
I said, lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Just wanna be with my love tonight
Just wanna be with my love tonight
Just wanna be with my love tonight
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The World Is A Sacred Vessel
'The world is a sacred vessel...' Thomas Merton
blue vessel
in black vacuum
miracle world
encircling
thrall of this perfect star
sacred vessel,
His living cup
to beloved proffered,
wedding gift
beyond measure.
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Savior
Save me from myself, Lord;
Save me from my need
To always run my life, Lord,
To control my every deed.
Save me from my pride, Lord,
My focus on just me;
Help me learn to serve, Lord;
Show me how to be.
Save me from the world, Lord,
When tempting things entice;
Remind me of eternity
With You, in paradise.
I give my life to you, Lord
My every need you fill;
I'm resting in my faith, Lord;
You saved me, and you always will.
poem by Jordan Moore
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Restrict the wants to things in hand
The milk that is not full in a vessel
Can be full in an exact vessel
And even spill over from a smaller one.
Your want is the vessel and things, the milk.
25.12.2000, Pmdi
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Unfill The Vessel To Again Fill
Tiny tale for a sale.
People from sands to vale.
Joy of praise to cheers.
A way from cut to sheers.
Jack beside Jill, to the hill.
Unfill the vessel to again fill.
Shiny white snow and blue sky.
Clouds over the hill they fly.
Sounds of roar still we dare.
Prize of present got to share.
Counted already million still its nill.
Unfill the vessel to again fill.
Warm of sun, Shades of the dark.
Rest on woods, Expectant on the park.
Worlds got lot of adversary and misery.
Rest of peace is core and treasury.
Still travel till you find it until.
Unfill the vessel to again fill.
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Man’s God’s Vessel of Special Make!
God doesn’t allow us problems, we can’t take;
He won’t abandon us nor us forsake;
Accept your yoke and cross for Lord Christ’s sake;
But be alert, righteous, always awake!
‘Take up your cross and follow me! ’ Christ spake;
Let Tempter’s craftiness come in our wake;
No crocodile can harm us in a lake;
Though clay vessel, we are God’s special make.
Let sufferings come, travail and pain or ache;
We cannot eat as well as keep the cake;
Why mix more flour, if we can’t surely bake?
The Holy Spirit shows us what is fake!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-11-2010
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A Clay Vessel
The Lord has taken a vessel like me, and shaped it for an eternity.
An empty, cracked vessel like this, He has filled with Eternal Bliss.
All my sin, Christ has set apart, as God began a work in my heart.
He cleansed me first of all my sin, then He started a change within.
I am molded by God’s loving hand, in ways I may not understand.
God’s the potter and I’m the clay, to be molded in His perfect way.
Who am I to even think or say, in suggesting to God a better way?
For God lifted me out of the mire, to shape my life per His desire.
We are created for God’s pleasure, as part of His Eternal treasure.
We are given a New Life to glorify, Jesus Christ, who lives on high.
We’re here to serve The Living God, on this temporal earth we trod.
Friend, in this life, I can not ill afford, to question the will of my Lord.
God has my life under His control, along with every other living soul.
I’m just a tiny part of God’s plan, to bring His Salvation to every man.
And I am blessed as God uses me, in pointing other men to eternity.
To the cross of His Son Jesus Christ, the eternal author of every life.
God knows the plans He has for me, sure plans for future prosperity.
It may not seem to be of worth, compared to the values of this earth.
But as a part of God’s pleasure, He’s storing for me eternal treasure.
So one thing that I can surely say; I am so blessed to be God’s Clay.
Sonnet-Restrain me Lord...
Restrain me Lord from seeking revenge first;
Oh, let me pray instead for all my foes;
Restrain me Lord from calling them accursed;
Oh, let me forgive them who caused my woes.
Restrain me Lord from rash judgement of all;
Let man not judge his brethren in wrong ways;
Restrain me Lord from ignoring thy call;
Oh, let me spend aright my earthly days.
Restrain me Lord from doing evil things;
Oh, let me nurture virtues and do good;
Restrain me Lord from Satanic likings;
Oh, give me grace to take part in thy food.
Restrain me Lord from doing mortal sins,
Of soul; I neither can destain or rinse.
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Lord, I give you all my praise. (To the tune of down at the cross)
O Lord, My God, I give you all my praise
You have cared for me all my days
You have comfort and strengthen me
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes, God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O’ Lord, My God, to you I lift my hand
You will bless me right where I stand
You will guide me along the way
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord My God to you I sing my praise
I surrender and beg for your grace
Please O’ Lord, forgive all my sins.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord, my God I need your help today
Please send some aid quickly my way
Problems are so bad I can hardly pray
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes, God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord, My God, thanks for all you have done
You have empowered me to overcome
Now, I can claim my battle as won
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes God has been good to me.
God has been so good me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
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Talking to God
O Lord, my God, I am a sinner too!
Many a time, I have sinned against You;
No doubt, You’ve given me a newer role;
The things that happen aren’t in my control.
Weak is my frame and weak as well, my will;
I can’t depend forever on my skill;
Tell me O Lord, when things will quite improve;
I am afraid I could make the wrong move.
Without Your help, I am always a naught;
This life on earth is with much danger fraught;
The way things happen makes me disgusted;
This earthly gold, silver too get rusted!
You are my Master; I’m Your servant, Lord;
To stray away from You, I can’t afford;
You are the light that brightens my life dark;
O let me walk thine way and keep my mark!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-5-2009
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A Song to God
I ask for mercy God,
Lend me your ear;
I need your guidance Lord,
I want you near.
I ask for will-pow’r God,
Give me your grace;
I need your blessings Lord,
I want your pace.
I ask for soul pure God,
Shed me your light;
I need your friendship Lord,
I want your sight.
I ask for wisdom God,
Show me your way;
I need your closeness Lord,
For these, I pray.
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Sonnet: Jesus Always Lives In The Holy Eucharist
O Jesus Christ, alive even today,
In Tabernacle's sanctified bread-host,
Adored by faithful, praying night and day
-Visible sign of Father, Holy Ghost!
O Holy Sacrament of Eucharist!
Forgive our sins and fill our souls with grace;
This is the body of Redeemer Christ
That lives, although we cannot see His face!
We praise Thee Lord, and thank Thee for all things;
We sing to Thee and glorify Thee Lord;
Thou art the Lord of lords and King of kings
-The incarnated God and the fleshed Word!
Do hear our pleas of banished Eve's children;
Have mercy, Lord and take us to Heaven!
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