Nas Mãos do Oleiro

I am a vessel, I am made of clay
The Potter made me this way
I am of clay, not of gold
But I have a treasure inside me

In moments of anguish
Or in the fire of trial
But a vessel does not complain
And the Potter takes it in his hands

I am a vessel in the hands of the Potter
My whole life is in the hands of Jesus
I am a vessel 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
By the Potter I am approved
For passing through the fire I am ready to be used
If I am almost giving up
Feeling like a broken vessel
I return to the Potter's house
And then I come out renewed