Vaso Perfeito
Voz da Verdade
Perfect Vessel
May my eyes be your eyes, Lord
In the way I look
May my hands be your hands, Lord
So I can help
May my feet be your feet, Lord
Wherever I go
My voice will sound louder
Beyond the power of death
I want to be the bread for the hungry
The strength for the tired, the peace for the oppressed
I want to be the feet of a crippled
The light for a poor blind, the blessed salt
Make of this clay vessel
A vessel of glory and light
May only Jesus dwell
In this clay vessel
May only Jesus dwell
May only Jesus dwell
Jesus
