Simplesmente vaso

You came here with your head down
Looking like a defeated soul
Feeling like a loser
You came here with tears in your eyes
Feeling pain in your bones
With a tired body
I can hear your heart pounding
You're scared of death
Thinking you're gonna lose
Lose the strength of your spirit
Lose hope and the will to win

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
It's the moan of the vessel
In the hands of the potter
It moans and cries
But gets ready to be used
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
It's the moan of the vessel
In the hands of the potter
It moans and cries
But gets ready to be used

Look inside yourself, you're already in the workshop
You've reached the sanctuary, you're in the Father's house
It's better to be in the hands of the Potter
Than in the hands of the enemy
Being trampled and humiliated
In the hands of the Potter, you're being shaped
You're being molded because you're a clay vessel
It's really through the water and the fire
That you'll be transformed
Into a perfect and desired vessel