The Wine Maker

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By: [Tommy] Preson Phillips

 

Of the souls that have been justified

Who’s dark clouds have been opened up wide 

Blessed beyond measure

There is none quite as thankful as I

To eat from your table

Living water and bread satisfy.

If I had seen what great tarnish was rendered

By my actions and selfish ambitions, 

Would I have changed? 

I was brittle and crumbling like pottery

I was useless and broken and bare

But your living water

Made me moldable useful and fare

The hands of the potter

Bearing love with with the scars that he bears

If I could be made a great vessel of clay

Round and beautiful, a worthy display,

Would you fill me?

Oh, I was the grape on the vine and you picked me

I was crushed by the weight of your law

But you gave me purpose, 

as you press me under your feet,

Yes… you sought to change me, 

Yes… you knew of the prize I would be!

Now am the wine, and you are the wine glass,

I am the coveted work of your hand,

And father you hold me, And without you Lord, I would be spilled.

I’d be ruined and wasted, but you carry me proudly and still.

If I had known where this story was heading 

If I could see the great work to unfold,

Would I have fought? 

Would I have struggled?

Would I’ve surrendered?

Or would I have run?

Would I’ve found Jesus?

Would I know pleasure?

Would I know purpose at all?

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