| Sometimes my prayers seem so empty
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| Your voice seems so far away
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| But in my pain I see You molding me
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| You are the potter, I’m the clay
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| In Your hands, for every storm there is a reason
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| In Your hands, there is a time for every season
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| Though my tears may fall, You hold me close
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| And love me through it all
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| In Your hands…
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| When the clouds form all around me
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| I know the rain will bring new life
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| With every trial just keep molding me
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| As your plan unfolds before my very eyes
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| In Your hands, for every storm there is a reason
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| In Your hands, there is a time for every season
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| Though my tears may fall, You hold me close
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| And love me through it all
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| In Your hands…
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| You turn my weeping into dancing
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| You give my feet a place to stand
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| You will not turn away the asking
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| Even when Your ways are hard to understand
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| In Your hands, for every storm there is a reason
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| In Your hands, there is a time for every season
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| Though my tears may fall, You hold me close
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| And love me through it all
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| In Your hands… |