Empty

                       (Jazz ballad)

                          A Psalm

 

 

I come to You with empty hands

I come to You with empty Heart

I come to You, a vessel to be filled

 

I offer You these empty hands

I offer You this empty Heart

I offer You this empty vessel to be filled

 

Please accept this useless treasure

  it might give You some pleasure

A chalice to do with as You will

 

Perhaps You could fill it

  with the Love that spills from You

If You do, this empty vessel would be           thrilled

 

I come to You, my last resort

I come to You, my only hope

I come to You with nothing to give

 

I offer You my hopes and dreams

I offer You my plans and schemes

I offer You this life I barely live

 

Please accept this empty vessel

  it’s hardly a gift

A container to do with as You will

 

Perhaps You could fill it

  with the Love that You give

If You do, this empty vessel would be           thrilled

 

I come to You in my despair

I come to You without a prayer

I come to You to give me everything

 

I offer You my mind and Heart

I offer You my every part

I offer You—every song I ever sing

 

Please accept this paltry vessel

     I know it needs repair

    still, it might amuse You in some way

 

Perhaps You’d choose to fill it

      with the Love that You are

 If You do, this empty vessel 

       this sorely damaged vessel

        this bent and broken vessel

  would be thrilled, beyond compare

       

If You do, this empty vessel

      would be thrilled—by Your Love

 

If You do—this empty vessel

         would be filled