Sometimes my prayers seem so empty

Your voice seems so far away

But in my pain I see You molding me

You are the potter, I'm the clay



Chorous:

In Your hands, for every storm there is a reason

In Your hands, there is a time for every season

Though my tears may fall, You hold me close

And love me through it all

In Your hands...



When the clouds form all around me

I know the rain will bring new life

With every trial just keep molding me

As your plan unfolds before my very eyes



[Chorous]



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



[Chorous]