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Sung by Susan (Brown) Ryman
Vocalist: Susan Brown
Piano: William B. Petricko
Music and words (c) 1997 by William B. Petricko
Recorded in Studio B, Whitehorse, Yukon
Feb. 9, 2002
Recording engineer: Laurie Malo
Listening Suggestion:
As a mini-oasis midst the fray of life's way, Vessel Made of Clay purposely avoids the U-Tube visuals, the pop-up ads and distractions, and gently invites to quiet reflection. As you take time to stop and enter into this well-known story may your heart be reminded once again that His Love and mercy never end.
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Copyright Holder's Permission to Use:
I, William B. Petricko retain all copyrights for the music and words of Vessel Made of Clay. I freely release this song for use in live (non-recorded, non-commercial) worship services (including live-streaming) by any denomination in the universal Body of Christ. Please use this gentle piano accompaniment to preserve the song's simplicity as a humble offering to the glory of God ✝️
Please contact William B. Petricko for permission to record.
The Amazing Story Behind this Song
Costly perfume sealed carefully within
Locked in a vessel made of clay
Haunting the eyes
seeped through the cheap disguise
Daring Him try to find a way
In to her heart of aching longing
In to her night of private pain
And yet she saw in once glance
That Love would take a chance
Braving a vessel made of clay.
Something inside
knew that she'd never hide
Lost in a vessel made of clay
Walled in her fear
this Presence she was near
Knew of the crack she hid away
Safe in the secret of her chamber
From wagging tongues and prying eyes
Yet all she saw in His face
Acceptance, love and grace
Wooing a vessel made of clay.
Strangely a tear hard fought to not appear
Dripped from a vessel made of clay
Yearning its task the drowning of her mask
Melting her make-up all away
Then at His feet in marvelled mystery
Tears burst in torrents from her soul
As all she felt from above
was unremitting Love
Prizing a vessel made of clay.
Wafting the air a fragrance sweet and rare
Flowed from a vessel made of clay
Balm to impart to every wounded heart
Sharing her story of that day.
What she had done in adoration
Then, now and ever to be told
So her perfume lingers still
Each human heart to fill
Healing mmmmmmm.
(c) 1997 by William B. Petricko
If your heart is stirred by this song freely forward it to other waiting vessels.
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