Sometimes I get lost, sometimes I get oh so scared When these wires get crossed, somehow I end up nowhere But there is where I turn from what I sought to gain And there is where I learn that I've only to call upon His name. It's in my Father's hands and I have no fear There's no point making plans when His hands can steer Why should I so small and frail, carry life's demands When He can see where I might fail and where I might stand It's in my Father's hands. Sometimes we go wrong, sometimes we get one track minds Thinking all alone that we can handle life just fine But there is where we turn and find it's not to gain And there is where we learn that we've only to call upon His name. It's in my Father's hands and I have no fear There's no point making plans when His hands can steer Why should I so small and frail, carry life's demands When He can see where I might fail and where I might stand It's in my Father's hands. Why should I so small and frail, carry life's demands When He can see where I might fail and where I might stand It's in my Father's hands In my Father's hands...