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A thousand times I’ve asked myself Maybe I’ll ask A thousand more Why am I here? What is the purpose Of this life I hold? I look and search For this reason Through all my mistakes Errors of this past So why am I here?
And I hear a voice say…
My hands formed you Held you when you fell My breath gave you life When you needed it most Now my child All I ask of you Is to fulfil your purpose And every good works I have destined for you And I’ll be here Ever with you As you live the life Given to you to hold
And here we are Handiworks of the One He who created the universe Carefully crafted each of us too To do good works Greatness within His eyes So who are we to turn from this The purpose of the Maker’s hands
Have we forgotten Just who we are Who we are created to be We are all God’s handiwork Created to do good works That the Father destined So it’s time to look Time to remember Just who we are
We were created to do good things, by the hands of God, the creator of the universe, yet maybe sometimes my own hands are to busy holding on to things, that I do not need, to do the good things I was created for.
EMPTY MY HANDS by TENTH AVENUE NORTH I’ve got voices in my head and they are so strong And I’m getting sick of this oh Lord, how long Will I be haunted by the fear that I believe My hands like locks on cages Of these dreams I can’t set free
But if I let these dreams die If I lay down all my wounded pride If I let these dreams die Will I find that letting go lets me come alive
So empty my hands Fill up my heart Capture my mind with you
These voices speak instead and what’s right is wrong And I’m giving into them, please Lord, how long Will I be held captive by the lies that I believe My heart’s in constant chaos and it keeps me so deceived
But if I let these dreams die If I could just lay down my dark desire If I let these dreams die Will I find you brought me back to life
So empty my hands Fill up my heart Capture my mind with you
‘Cause my mind is like a building burning down I need your grace to keep me, keep me from the ground And my heart is just a prisoner of war A slave to what it wants and to what I’m fighting for
So won’t you empty my hands Fill up my heart Capture my mind with you
Empty my hands Fill up my heart Capture my mind with you
The Bottom of a Bottle 