I am just straw in the wind, where the storm
It makes me weak, and the desire for life makes me despair
Christ renews my heart, and mold it as he does
The potter with the clay, and turn it into an instrument of your peace bis

Sometimes I feel like I'm going to falter and I want to go back and say
That no more, but I look at the sky and ask Christ to
Help and my help comes from God who made the heavens and the
Earth and plants me like a tree next to a stream of waters

I am just straw in the wind, where the storm
It makes me weak, and the desire for life makes me despair
Christ renews my heart, and mold it as he does
The potter with the clay, and turn it into an instrument of your peace bis

Sometimes I feel like everything is lost and I want to scream in despair
But I ask Christ to help me and immediately the skies are covered
From his glory and the earth fills with praise, I hear the birds sing
The wind blows, and I know they there sing praises for you thank you Christ

I am just straw in the wind, where the storm
It makes me weak, and the desire for life makes me despair
Christ renews my heart, and mold it as he does
The potter with the clay, and turn it into an instrument of your peace bis