In My Father's Hands

Sometimes I get lost, sometimes I get oh so scared
When these wires get crossed, somehow I end up nowhere
But there is where I turn from what I sought to gain
And there is where I learn that I’ve only to call upon His name
It’s in my Father’s hands and I have no fear
There’s no point making plans when His hands can steer
Why should I so small and frail, carry life’s demands
When He can see where I might fail and where I might stand
It’s in my Father’s hands
Sometimes we go wrong, sometimes we get one track minds
Thinking all alone that we can handle life just fine
But there is where we turn and find it’s not to gain
And there is where we learn that we’ve only to call upon His name
It’s in my Father’s hands and I have no fear
There’s no point making plans when His hands can steer
Why should I so small and frail, carry life’s demands
When He can see where I might fail and where I might stand
It’s in my Father’s hands
Why should I so small and frail, carry life’s demands
When He can see where I might fail and where I might stand
It’s in my Father’s hands
In my Father’s hands…