Brandon Lake - The Author Lyrics

Verse 1

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

Chorus

(So) Who am I, who am I
Am I just a poor preacher’s prodigal son
A troubled child, running wild
Chasing the glory instead of the One
Who says that I, even I - have something (still left) to offer
(So) Who am I, who am I
To question the pen in the hands of The Author

Verse 2

Like every good story you learn from the loss
And I lost the plot every time I’ve played God
I live in a moment You already wrote
And it proves that I’m someone, yea someone You love

Chorus

(So) Who am I, who am I
Am I just a poor preacher’s prodigal son
A troubled child, running wild
Chasing the glory instead of the One
Who says that I, even I - have something (still left) to offer
(So) Who am I, who am I
To question the pen in the hands of The Author

Bridge

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

Chorus

(So) Who am I, who am I
Am I just a poor preacher’s prodigal son
A troubled child, running wild
Chasing the glory instead of the One
Who says that I, even I - have something (still left) to offer
(So) Who am I, who am I
To question the pen in the hands of The Author

Outro

I’m ink in the pen in the hands of The Author
I’m ink in the pen in the hands of The Author