Tom: F
Introdução:
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