Desce Depressa (part. Clayton Queiroz)

You were a vessel of honor
Used in the hands of the Lord
Beautiful hymns you sang
You were a vessel of great value

Many souls surrendered to Christ
Upon hearing your preaching
You had the gift of speech
You were a vessel full of anointing

Suddenly something happened
And you strayed
Decided to walk other paths
And left the house of the Lord

You were a precious vessel
This vessel is now broken
And that vessel that was so valuable
Now lives in sadness and pain

Descend quickly to God's pottery, it's not closed
The potter is working, renewing
The vessel that broke
Return quickly, the church is your place
Brothers are still talking and asking
For you to come back