The Author

 
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Picked up the Book for the first time in ages 
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Still washed me clean with the dust on the pages 
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My life is a story I struggle to write 
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But is it one worth telling? Is it one You like? 
 

 
E              
  So who am I?  Who am I? 
G#m            F#                       E 
   Am I just a poor preacher's prodigal son? 
                           G#m 
Troubled child, running wild 
            F#                   E 
Chasing the glory instead of the One 
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Who says that I, even I, have something still left to oer? 
E              
  So who am I? 
        G#m              N.C.                    G#m   F#  E 
Who am I to question the pen in the hands of the Author? 
 

 
     G#m        F#                       E 
Like every good story, you learn from the loss 
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And I lost the plot every time I played God 
  G#m       F#                E 
I live in a moment You already wrote 
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It's proof that I'm someone, yeah, someone You love 
 

 
E              
  So who am I?  Who am I? 
G#m            F#                       E 
   Am I just a poor preacher's prodigal son? 
                           G#m 
Troubled child, running wild 
            F#                   E 
Chasing the glory instead of the One 
                      G#m                    F# 
Who says that I, even I, have something still left to oer? 
E              
  So who am I? 
        G#m              N.C.                    E       
Who am I to question the pen in the hands of the Author? 
 

 
E                             G#m               F# 
I see trauma, I see worthless, You see something You can work with 
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I see weakness, I see failure, You see something good on paper 
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And I've seen ashes turn to beauty, I've felt heaven working through me 
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I've seen panic turn to power, felt Your peace in my darkest hour 
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   What grace is this? Called me by name again and again and again and again 
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And what grace is this? Crossed out my shame, forgives me again and again and again and again and again 
 

 
N.C.                       G#m 
So who am I? God, who am I? 
            F#                         E 
Am I just a poor preacher's prodigal son? 
                                 G#m 
Troubled child, still running wild 
            F#                   E 
Chasing the glory instead of the One 
                      G#m                    F# 
Who says that I, even I, have something still left to oer? 
E              
  So who am I? 
        G#m              F#                      E       
Who am I to question the pen in the hands of the Author? 
 

Outro: 
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   I'm ink in the pen in the hands of the Author 
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   I'm ink in the pen in the hands of the Author 
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I'm ink in the pen in the hands of the Author