O, Lord. Fill this paltry vessel- this old, worn out and threadbare tabernacle. A pot cracked and chipped. Stinking of flesh. Empty and discarded by others. Poor in spirit. I feel like Job on the ash heap, scraping my sores. Or Paul, wretched man that I am…
And yet I know- My Redeemer lives. And You are working in me both to will and to do Your good pleasure. It has to be You. I have no fight in me today. I can only cling to You. My hope is in You.
Job 2:8
Contemporary English Version
8 Then Job sat on the ash-heap to show his sorrow. And while he was scraping his sores with a broken piece of pottery,
O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?
For I know that my Redeemer lives, And He shall stand at last on the earth;
for it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure.
“And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You.
He raises the poor from the dust And lifts the beggar from the ash heap, To set them among princes And make them inherit the throne of glory. “For the pillars of the earth are the Lord’s, And He has set the world upon them.