She stood before the rows of empty vessels.
One little pot of oil was in her hand,
And though she may have never seen a miracle,
She willingly obeyed the Lord's command.
She bent and poured the oil into each vessel.
It flowed out in a full and steady stream,
And did not cease until they said, "There's not a vessel more,"
And then she saw that what she'd had was more than what it seemed.

Chorus: Pour out your life, freely now,
See what the Master can do.
Though it seems unbelievable,
He can use me, He can use you!
Though all you have seems weak and poor,
He sets before you an open door,
One pot of oil becomes so much more
When you pour it out to the Lord.

 

Each day I face my rows of empty vessels,
I'm conscious of the weakness of my hands,
And though I know I can't perform a miracle,
By His grace I follow His commands. 
Lord, pour Your life through me into each vessel,
Each one that You would place within my care,
And let me not cease giving, 'til there's not a vessel more,
Father, let my life be poured out--may it ever be my prayer!

Chorus

Though all you have seems weak and poor,
He sets before you an open door,
One pot of oil becomes so much more,
When you pour it out to the Lord.
Won't you pour it out to the Lord?


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