Sometimes I get lost
And 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
And 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
Oh, and where I might stand
Where I might stand
Oh, it's in my Father's hands, oh...
In my Father's hands
Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa...
In My Father’s Hands was written by April McLean.
In My Father’s Hands was produced by Wayne Kirkpatrick.