O Convite

Come with me, let's be alone
Now me and you, my son
Come with me, let's get off somewhere
Because I need to talk to you

This is the pottery, and I am a potter
And that clay on the wheel is you
I will shape you in my own way
Because you are precious and I will not give up on you

After I had an encounter with a potter
The wind began to blow
Some doors have closed for me
The faucet that was flowing started to drip

Friends started abandoning me
I started to run out of money
I felt like I was on a spinning wheel
And the hands that held me were to shape me

That's when I remembered the invitation I received
From the potter to come down with him here
At the pottery, because we had to talk
Because I was precious he needed to squeeze me
I remembered the early mornings when I was in prayer
I remembered that there was no bread left in the pantry
I remembered the provision he prepared
I remembered that the potter is the good shepherd
I remembered my tears that he wiped away
I remembered the illness he cured me of
Today I am a new vessel
For I went down to the pottery, and the potter who is Jesus
shaped me

I want to be, Lord, loved
Like a vessel in the hands of the potter
Break my life and make me again
I wanna be, I wanna be
A new vase