Poem for God: I Am A Wooden Barrel

I Am A Wooden Barrel

I am a wooden barrel
In the Master’s palace;
Though rough and needing chisel,
He bought me for a price.

What could a wooden vessel
Be doing in this place?
Oh how I could serve Him well
Who chose me by His grace?

He plans the best for me,
And that I know full well;
He’ll use me for His glory,
As God’s wooden barrel.

-pids
May 17, 1992.
Room 101, Fina White House Hotel
Kaduna, NIGERIA