Barro do Céu / Vaso do Salão do Trono

Mud and stone land, where did you take me from?
Yesterday clay, today a vessel thanks to your love
A vessel that seeks acceptance, manna and honey
A vessel that wants to rise and reach the sky

I want to be a vase
In the hall of your throne
I want to be a vase
Who knows its owner

Clay that, when breathed upon, became a living being
Clay that, through his hands, became different
Clay shaped into a vase by your love
A vessel that longs to be close to you, Lord

I want to be a vase
In the hall of your throne
I want to be a vase
Who knows its owner

What if I break myself?
May it be in your hands
Renew your grace in me
Return to molding me
According to your will
I trust in your works

I want to be in your kingdom
In the hall of your throne