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 © WORD MUSIC, LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com