Caco Ainda É Vaso

The Lord said to Jeremiah
Go down to the potter's house now
For I want to speak with you
But obey and go down first

But when you get there
Just stay quiet to hear Me
For today an experience
More than glorious I have for you

And when he arrived there
He immediately stopped to observe
The potter who on the wheels
Tirelessly works
Suddenly the vase being made
In the potter's hands quickly broke
He gathered the broken pieces
And a new vase he shaped

He put the shards on the wheel
And instantly reshaped them
He made again a valuable vase
According to the way he desired

What was meant to be thrown away
The potter gathered with great love
He adorned it in every detail
Bringing back its true value

At that moment God broke the silence
At the same time from above He shouted
Jeremiah in this pottery, listen to My voice
Thus says the Lord

This vase is the house of Israel
Like clay in My hands
I shape it the way I want
According to My intention
I make, knead, remake, work
I care, shape, My vase as I want
I take the clay then I make a new vase
And if it breaks then I remake

With Me the vase will always be protected
Even broken it will always be with Me
I don't care if the vase is broken
I am the Potter and I remake it with love
Regardless if the vase is broken
To Me it is still a vase
No one touches My shards

Thus says the Lord to us
Listen to My voice today
This house is My pottery
Where I work day and night
You are a vase and I am the Potter
I am the one who commands and does it My way
If you break today
At that moment I will restore you
You are clay, but I love you
And in this land of a son I call you
No one touches you, hurts you, kills you
If I don't command
Because I am your Owner

I am present now in the room
I came to talk to you
You are My vase, fragile, imperfect
I am here, I am your Potter
I pick you up in my arms, I put your pieces back together
I touch you differently, I fill you with oil

You are My vase so receive oil
You are My vase so receive oil
You are My vase so receive oil
You are My vase so receive oil

Receive oil to heal sickness
Receive oil to send liberation
Receive oil and proclaim freedom
Receive now this new anointing

Who said you are despised
Thrown aside like discarded trash
Who proclaimed that you are abandoned
Has not yet understood that you are My vase

It's not a problem if you are broken
For I came here to restore you
Just give Me glory, worship Me, exalt Me
Even if you are broken
To Me a shard is still a vase

You are My vase so receive oil
You are My vase so receive oil
You are My vase so receive oil

You are My vase so receive oil
You are My vase so receive oil
You are My vase so receive oil

It's not a problem if you are broken
For I came here to restore you
Just give Me glory, worship Me, exalt Me
Even if you are broken
To Me a shard is still a vase

To Me a shard is still a vase