Vessel

I am empty, waiting to be filled.  I am closed, waiting to be opened.  I am still, waiting for movement.  I am a vessel for your Spirit.  When I am opened, darkness will be replaced with light.  When I am filled, then I can be poured out for others.  This is the movement for which I wait, the movement which means love.

Tool

I am just a pen in the hands of God.  Only He can write the right words with me.  I am just a brush in His hands, only He can make from me a portrait.  I am naught but a chisel, only He can carve for me a life.