Sou de Barro

I am made of clay
I am flawed
I am broken, I see myself here
Gathering the pieces
The one who formed me has seen my parts
Many defects were found
Then I broke
Because I am made of clay
In the potter's hands I am to start over
I am being rebuilt
By the potter, my best friend

Through his hands I am taking shape
From my pieces emerges a new story
The pain took away my smile
But a contrite heart still remains
I surrender now, my Lord
I endure all this pain
I am coming back with experience in your hands
To go through the fire is to build anew
It is to live the providence

I am being rebuilt
By the potter, my best friend

Through his hands I am taking shape
From my pieces emerges a new story
The pain took away my smile
But a contrite heart still remains
I surrender to you now, my Lord
I endure all this pain
I am coming back with experience in your hands
To go through the fire is to build anew
It is to live the providence

I am made of clay
I am flawed
I may be broken
But I am always here
Always here