Treasure

Oh, we have this glorious treasure
In a vessel made of clay,

Oh, we have this glorious treasure
In a vessel made of clay,
Which has many imperfections,
That we cannot wipe away.

But we don’t despise the vessel,
Though it’s marred with many a scratch,

For the treasure that is in it
We can’t duplicate or match.

God commanded light from darkness
And has shined it in our hearts,
Having chosen earthen vessels
For the glory He imparts.

They may seem like poor containers
For the faith esteemed as gold,
But their value should be measured
By the precious things they hold.

2 Corinthians 4:7

Nita Brainard