When I’m at the point of breaking at the place where I
And I’m at the stage of shaking my head as I look back on
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.
I open my hand, trusting Your plan.
Make something beautiful so all will see
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