In Your Hands

Sometimes my prayers seem so empty

Your voice seems so far away

But in my pain I see You're molding me

You are the potter, I'm the clay

In Your hands, for every storm there's a reason

In Your hands, there's a time for every season

Though tears may fall, You hold me close

And love me through it all, in Your hands, ohh

When the clouds form all around me

I know the rain will bring new life

With every trial, You just keep molding me

As Your plan unfolds before my very eyes

In Your hands, for every storm there's a reason

In Your hands, there's a time for every season

Though tears may fall, You hold me close

And love me through it all, in Your hands, yeah

You turn my weeping into dancing

You give my feet a place to stand

You will not turn away the asking

Even when Your ways are hard to understand

In Your hands, for every storm there's a reason

In Your hands, there's a time for every season

Though tears may fall, You hold me close

And love me through it all, in Your hands, ohh

In Your hands, for every storm there's a reason

In Your hands, there's a time for every season

Though tears may fall, You hold me close

And love me through it all, in Your hands, yeah