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

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