O Vaso
Natália Duarte
The Vase
I know I'm a clay pot
I don't deserve to be honored
But He chose me
I am His is what matters
I am clay the potter is God
How can a king live
Inside a clay like me
I'm nobody to deserve
This treasure comes from God
There is a silver and gold vase
Straw does not resist fire
Clay pot is me
The Potter only works with clay pots
The clay vase accepts being molded
If it breaks, He rebuilds it again
Go through the test and put it in the fire
In the hands of the potter the vessel is approved
How can a king live
Inside a clay like me
I'm nobody to deserve
This treasure comes from God
There is a silver and gold vase
Straw does not resist fire
Clay pot is me
The Potter only works with clay pots
The clay vase accepts being molded
If it breaks, He rebuilds it again
Go through the test and put it in the fire
In the hands of the potter the vessel is approved
The Potter only works with clay pots
The clay vase accepts being molded
If it breaks, He rebuilds it again
Go through the test and put it in the fire
In the hands of the potter the vessel is approved
In the hands of the potter the vessel is approved
In the hands of the potter the vessel is approved
