honourable vessel

I was found unworthy cus of my uncleanliness I was called useless cus I was broken and couldn't stand I was called foolish cus I didn't follow their footsteps I was called all sort of names that I became so shattered no one was there to pick me but He found me He cleaned He molded me He built me He is my potter and I'm His clay I am made for the master's use I am an honourable vessel