Sometimes my prayers feel so futile   And Your voice seems to fade away   But in my pain I see You molding me         In Your hands, for every storm there is a reason   In Your hands, there is a time for every season   Though my tears may fall, You hold me close   And love me through it all   In YOur hands...         I smell the springtime burst with fragrance   I see the braches break with fruit   I never knew the rain could bring so much    Or the seed would have to die before it bloomed         You turn my weeping into laughing   You give my feet a place to stand   Cause You will not turn away the asking   Even when Your ways are hard to understand