Sou Um Vaso

I am a vase, I am made of clay, and the Potter made me this way
I am made of clay, not of gold, but I have a treasure inside me
In moments of anguish or in the fire of trial
But the vase does not complain and the Potter takes it in his hands

I am a vase in the hands of the Potter
My whole life
Is in the hands of Jesus

I am a vase in the hands of the Potter
My whole life
Is in the hands of Jesus

Use me, use me

When I come out of the furnace, I am approved by the Potter
For passing through the fire, I am ready to be used
If I am almost giving up, feeling like a broken vase
I return to the Potter's house, then I come out renewed

I am a vase in the hands of the Potter
My whole life
Is in the hands of Jesus

I am a vase in the hands of the Potter
My whole life
Is in the hands of Jesus

Use me, use me

I am a vase in the hands of the Potter
My whole life
Is in the hands of Jesus

I am a vase in the hands of the Potter
My whole life
Is in the hands of Jesus

Use me, use me