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