Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Born in a borrowed place Wrapped in rags In a stranger’s space Carried by a weary girl Hope so small It could change the world Carving tables with his hands Dust and sweat in a quiet town Healing splinters Learning pain All the while Writing our names [Chorus] This is the story in His hands From the manger to the empty grave Every tear Every broken plan He was walking there beside our shame Jesus Jesus Love with scars that still remain This is the story The story in His hands [Verse 2] Blind man reaching through the crowd “Son of David ” crying out loud Dirty roads beneath His feet Making ruined hearts skip a beat Bread and fish in a hungry field Storms go quiet when He speaks Friends who swore they’d never leave Sleeping while He starts to bleed [Chorus] This is the story in His hands From the garden to the cross of pain Every nail Every cruel demand He was choosing us with every stain Jesus Jesus Love that walked into the grave This is the story The story in His hands [Bridge] Third day sunrise breaking through Stone rolled back Everything new (oh-oh) Empty tomb But a heartbeat loud Hope runs wild through a weeping crowd Now my worry Now my fear Now my future All my years Every chapter I don’t understand I place it all in His wounded hands [Chorus] This is the story in His hands From my failure to His saving grace Every doubt Every second chance He is with me in the in-between space Jesus Jesus Name that holds me when I shake This is the story The story in His hands
Tags
folk, Acoustic-driven worship ballad with male vocals, warm upright piano, and gentle pads. Verses stay intimate, just voice and picked guitar; chorus swells with drums, bass, and a small choir answering key lines. Bridge opens into a lifted, congregational moment, then pulls back to a tender, almost whispered final hook.
Duration
3:46
Instrumental
No
Created
2/22/2026