Dear Lord, make me beautiful?

"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
You work in me
As You make something beautiful

When I am tired of pretending
And I can't recall my lines
Do I say I'm barely breathing?
Or just say I'm doin' 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
You work in me
As You make something beautiful" -Laura Story