The Oil Can

I'm just a little oil can
On the Masters bench I lie,
I'm happy and so thankful
For the help I can supply.

I cannot do important work
Like chisel, plane and saw,
But yet the Master uses me
To be a help to all.

The Master often fills me
Or useless I would be,
For I'm only a little oil can
As everyone can see.

The only virtue I possess.
You'll find it in the oil.
Which I convey to others
To help them in their toil.

I pour the oil onto the tools
At the touch of the Master's hand;
It makes them run more smoothly
As you can understand.

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He wants to have me near Him
So He can quickly use The oil
He has put within me
In the way that He would choose.