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In Your hands, for every storm there is a reason
In Your hands, there is a time for every season
Though my tears may fall, You hold me close
And love me through it all
In Your hands...
I smell the springtime burst with fragrance
I see the branches break with fruit
I never knew the rain could bring so much
Or the seed would have to die before it bloomed
You turn my weeping into laughing
You give my feet a place to stand
Cause You will not turn away the asking
Even when Your ways are hard to understand
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