When i’m at the point of breaking, at the place where i resign. When I’m at the point of shaking my head, as i look back on my life. When I’m half way through the grieving, but not quite through the ache, when i can not see the ending, or which road i’m supposed to take. All i know to do, is lift my hands to you…Take all of my life,take all of my life and make somthing beautiful. I’ll open my hands, and trust in your plans, to make something beautiful. So all will see Your work in me as You make something beautiful.
When i’m tiered of pretending and i can’t recall my lines. I say i’m barley breathing, Lord You say i’m doing fine. I’ll admit there is a yearning for the hurting to subside, but not at the risk of missing what you’re doing in my life.
All i know to do, is lift my hands to You. Take all of my life, and make something beautiful. I’ll open my hands and trust in your plan to make something beautiful. So all will see Your work in me as you make something beautiful.
