Use Me

I feel worthless, but I know God will use me.

Shall I sing a song to You?

Shall I sing when all else transpires?

I’m never the man I wished to be,

And I ask, Lord, how can You use me?

 

Can You use a nasty pot?

Can You put together a million pieces of a puzzle?

I just don’t see how I am a light,

So I ask, Lord, can You use me?

 

You call me righteous at Your throne.

You call me child, one of Your own.

I’m so utterly ashamed of my past and who I am.

Will You lead me to the light that shines at the cross?

 

Can You use a nasty pot?

Can You put together a million pieces of a puzzle?

I just don’t see how I am a light,

So I ask, Lord, can You use me?

 

Who will be

The other worker?

Who will spread

Your awesome glory?

Can it be me?

 

Lord, use this nasty pot as gold,

And use my crooked hands to make a temple worth living for You.

I just ask,

I just ask that You use me.

Don’t be through with me,

But Lord just use me.

 

You can use this nasty pot,

And You can put a million of pieces of a puzzle together.

You can make this light shine so bright.

Lord, I know You’ll use me.

Reviews

[Ice QueenJen]

I thought this was great in that many of us don't feel we are worthy like an old pot. You have shown that no matter how we feel about our life, he can put us together and use us and sort of put a shine to that nasty pot!