Casa Do Oleiro

I will go down until my face touches the ground
Until the soul spills out
Until you let me break
I will go down
And when I am lower
Surrendered prostrated at your feet
Transform me

I will go down to the potter's house
I need to be molded again
I know I am clay, Lord
I am nothing without Your presence, oh God

I will go down to the potter's house
I need to be molded again
A vessel of honor, Lord
Make me as you wish