I feel that I’m His vessel, br In which He pours His word, br And I must hurry quickly, br To catch His every sigh. br br For without the Master’s prompting, br His words I would not write, br And if I missed the words He gave, br That someone had to hear. br br I would have let the Master down, br And that would cause me tears, br For as His vessel I must be, br At His beck and call. br br That I can capture His every word, br So I write as quickly as my hand can flow, br That I will not have missed a word, br He had for someone to receive. br br So fill your vessel Lord I pray, br With word for your sons and daughters, br To bring them to your saving grace, br Down upon thier knees.