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 Im supposed to take, All I know to do is lift my hands to You Take all of my life, all of my life, All I know to do is lift my hands to You. 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 cant 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 Your doing with my life All I know to do is lift my hands to You