Vaso de Barro

I am a vessel, a vessel of clay
In the potter's hands to be used
I am a vessel, a vessel of clay
And to be used it had to be crushed

I have no glory the shine is not mine
All this anointing was given to me by the potter
I bring scars marks to prove
That I am a clay vessel, but I have a story

For many people, my story was a lot of suffering
But a vase has to be kneaded first to be molded
Better to be crushed by the potter
Than what is broken by the world, with no chance of being remade

Clay pot, clay pot
The potter chose you, because your value is beyond human estimation
Clay pot, clay pot
It's clay on the outside, but a jewel on the inside
That no one can buy

Clay that prays, clay that cries, clay that humbles itself
Clay that loves, clay that sings even when it is in the test

Clay pot