Traducción: Victor Heredia. A Sweet Potter.
Beautiful Lord, wonderful Savior I know for sure all of my days are held in Your hand And crafted into Your perfect plan You gently called me into Your
The name is Potter, hi there I'm sure getting hotter, mind there I told this chick she could see my [Incomprehensible] cactus Back in the confines of
I was told to love you I was told to try I was born to save you I was born to die I'll always be your scapegoat You'll never take the blame You never
Lord if I'm the clay then I've been left out in the sun Cracked and dry, like mud from the sky Still clinging to the prodigal sun But I'm on my way back
I close my eyes and it all returns like the spinning of a potter's wheel trying to stay ahead a morning as time came running with us and she beat us
Beautiful Lord, wonderful saviour I know for sure, all of my days are held in Your hands Crafted into Your perfect plan You gently call me, into Your
The World is fast becoming younger, the news is all they've ever known they've seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger How will they choose when they are
[Verse 1:] In case you have fallen by the wayside of life; dreams and visions shattered, You're all broken inside. You don't have to stay in the shape
I close my eyes and it all returns like the spinning of a potter's wheel Trying to stay ahead a morning as time came running with us And she beat us to
I was told to love you I was told to try I was born to save you I was born to die I'll always be your scapegoat You'll never take the blame You
(Anthrax) I was told to love you I was told to try I was born to save you I was born to die I'll always be your scapegoat You'll never take the blame
The name is Potter, hi there I'm sure getting hotter, minder I told her strict she could see my prickled cactus back in the confines of my home She didn
Traducción: Antraz. Potters Field (Hlhp Remix).
Traducción: Australia Hillsongs. Mãos do Oleiro.
Traducción: Call Caedmon. Mãos do oleiro.