Nas Mãos do Oleiro

Break me and make me new
Pour renewal into my heart
Mold me, I am just the clay
You are the potter
I am in your hands

While you remake me, I worship you
While you heal me, I worship you
I am in the process
And I will be new

While you cleanse me, I worship you
While you restore me, I worship you
Do the work in me
And come fill me

I am a vessel that broke
But in the potter's hands it was remade

My lost essence
In my weaknesses
Given to me again

I am no longer a cracked vessel
I am a molded vessel
A vessel of glory

The potter's hands in me
Wrote a new story