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 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 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... 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 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...