1
Earthen vessel I was made,
Christ in me the treasure laid;
His container I must be,
As the content He in me.
2
In His image I was made,
Fit that Christ should all pervade;
Thus the vessel God did form
With the content uniform.
3
In my spirit He remains,
With His power He sustains;
As the Spirit one with me,
He is my reality.
4
Moving in me day by day,
Mingling with me all the way,
All my steps He regulates,
Every part He saturates.
5
Him expressing from within,
Making Him to others seen,
I transparent have to be
That He may be shown thru me.
6
Transformation is my need,
To be broken more indeed,
That the clay may change in form,
To the treasure to conform.