I worked so hard to wash  this cup

This vessel The Father might use

I worked to make it right and clean

Readying it to go receive and glean

Full ,  I wrote and rote all your Word

So my lips might pour out all I heard

And all my doing might put me in places

Where I might see all their turning faces

But Woe to me when you came in the room

Your glory has shattered all that I presume

And you have broken  me down from heart to knee

Till I see nothing clean but you IN Me.

1.Matthew 23:25 “Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye make clean the outside of the cup and of the platter, but within they are full of extortion and excess. Thou blind Pharisee, cleanse first that which is within the cup and platter, that the outside of them may be clean also.”

2, Collosians 1:26-27 the mystery hidden for ages and generations but now revealed to his saints. To them God chose to make known how great among the Gentiles are the riches of the glory of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.”

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