All I know to do, is lift my hands to You!

Make Something Beautiful

By Laura Story

When I’m at the point of breaking

At the place where I resign.

When I’m at this stage of shaking my head

As I look back on my life.

When I’m halfway through the grieving

But not quite through the ache.

When I cannot 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, all of my life,

And make something beautiful!

If I open my hand, trusting Your plan,

Make something beautiful,

So all will see, Your work in me,

As You make something beautiful.

When I’m tired of pretending,

And I can’t recall my lines.

Will you say I’m barely breathing,

Or just say I’m doing fine.

I admit there is a yearning,

For the hurting to subside.

But not at the risk of losing,

What You’re doing in my life.

And all I know to do, is lift my hands to You!

Take all of my life, all of my life,

And make something beautiful!

If I open my hand, trusting Your plan,

Make something beautiful,

So all will see, Your work in me,

As You make something beautiful.

Make something beautiful!

Cause all I know to do, is lift my hands to You.

All I know to do, is lift my hands to You!

Take all of my life, all of my life,

And make something beautiful!

If I open my hand, trusting Your plan,

To make something beautiful.

Take all of my life, all of my life,

And make something beautiful.

So open my hand, I’m trusting Your plan,

To make something beautiful.

So all will see, Your work in me,

As You make something beautiful.

Make something beautiful.

That You make it beautiful!