O Oleiro
Eliézer Rosa
The Potter
I cannot boast
In serving my Savior,
But I want to humble myself
In the presence of my Redeemer
You are the potter, oh my good Lord
I being of clay, You are the builder
You can break me, also build
Oh, make me a vessel to serve You
I acknowledge that I am so small
But You are great Lord
Reveal to me your will
And ready to serve you I am
The talents you have given me
I know I should not bury
I know well that you have called me
Singing, I want to work
