O Verbo/ O Oleiro/ Se a Cruz Falasse (pot-pourri)

The verb was already God, when the world was created
He was the King of the Jews, he was the savior
Who became flesh here, and dwelt among us

This God who created, this immense garden
He is the redeemer, the beginning and the end
He is the King of Glory, He is everything to me
He is the King of Glory, He is everything to me

You are the potter, oh my good Lord
I being of clay, You are the builder
You can break me, also build
Oh make me a vessel, to serve You
The talents you gave me
I know I must not bury
I know well that You called me
Singing, I want to work

You are the potter, oh my good Lord
I being of clay, You are the builder
You can break me, also build
Oh make me a vessel, to follow You
Oh make me a vessel, to follow You

If the cross could speak and express
How much anguish it went through
Seeing the suffering, not even a lament
From the one who loved me so much
If the cross could speak and express
How much anguish it went through
Seeing the suffering, not even a lament
From the one who loved me so much

Love revealed to forgive sins, God manifested
At the top of the cross, the light dawned to illuminate me
If the cross could speak and express
How much anguish it went through
Seeing the suffering, not even a lament
From the one who loved me so much

It was the cross the pen
That wrote with blood your salvation
If today you accept and leave the world, you will have forgiveness
If the cross could speak and express
How much anguish it went through
Seeing the suffering, not even a lament
From the one who loved me so much