Damaged Goods

Damaged goods is all I am,
No use for God's demand,
For broken vessel that I am,
I can't seek his command.
I've broken up in pieces now,
Tho nobody can see,
And so I think unto myself,
How could God e'er use me?

A broken pot of clay and stone,
Is used by none at all,
So how can I be used when I,
Am broken by my fall.
I've fallen into disrepair,
And now I cannot see,
How could a holy perfect God,
E'er use someone like me.

My broken pieces taken up,
And placed inside his hand,
Now he is taking all I am,
And fixing as he'd planned.
A broken vessel that I was,
Could ne'er be used by he,
Yet God he was all merciful,
And found a use for me.