Make Something Beautiful

When I'm at the point of breaking

At the place where I resign

And I'm at the 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

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

Do I 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 missing what You're doing in my life

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

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

I open my hand, trusting Your plan

To make something beautiful

Take all of my life, all of my life

And make something beautiful

I open my hand, trusting Your plan

To make something beautiful

So all will see

Your work in me, as You make something beautiful

Make something beautiful

You make it beautiful