F 
Sometimes my prayers seem so empty 
Bb		                             C 
Your voice seems so far away 
F 
But in my pain I see You molding me 
Bb		                              C 
You are the potter, I'm the clay 

              F		                    Bb		               C  
In Your hands, for every storm there is a reason 
            Dm Bb	            Gm	                  C 
In Your hands, there's a time for every season 
                Dm			              A/C# 
Though my tears may fall, You hold me close 
         F/C	                        G/B 
And love me through it all 
    Bb	                       C 
In Your hands...
 

F 
When the clouds form all around me 
Bb		                                    C 
I know the rain will bring new life 
F 
With every trial just keep molding me 
Bb		                                                  C 
As your plan unfolds before my very eyes 


Chorus  

Dm	          Bb	                 F 
You turn my weeping into dancing 
Dm	           Bb	                     F    A 
You give my feet a place to sta - - nd 
Dm	        Bb	                F 
You will not turn away the asking 
Gm		                                             C 
Even when Your ways are hard to understand 


Chorus