Empty Vessels

Vessels.
Filled to the brim.
Cleansing for the unclean.
Hope for the hopeless.
All who come will be welcomed
with a just a splash.
Wash away the hurt.
Wash away the sin.
Wash away the shame.
Leave the vessels where they stand.
Empty.
Discarded.
Used.
Dry.
Laughter fades.
Singing turns to silence.
Whispers reveal the emptiness
of joy,
of hope,
of celebration.
What good is it
when it's all been used up?
What is left
after it's all been used up?

But the best is yet to come. 

Fill those empty vessels to the brim.
Breathe your words of salvation.
Turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.
May the celebration never end! 

Come, Lord Jesus, come.
Fill our empty souls to the brim!
The best is yet to come.