The Holy Author of Me

If I could write the story of my life I think that it would tell

Of all my earthly wealth and fame and how I’m doing well

If I could write the story of my life I think that what I’d say is

“Who cares about tomorrow when you can live it up today!”

But instead I have a perfect author, the Holy author of me

Who paid a price for the sin I committed and died upon a tree

And I can choose to accept the gift that he has given me

Or I can hide my faith from others and live so foolishly

If I could write the story of my life I think that I might find

That I would place my confidence in the intelligence of my mind

If I could write the story of my life I think that what I’d do

Was make sure that I was happy and that all my dreams came true

But instead I have a perfect author, the Holy author of me

Who paid a price for the sin I committed and died upon a tree

And I can choose to accept the gift that he has given me

Or I can hide my faith from others and live so foolishly

And he knows every thought I have before I even think it

And he can predict the path I’ll take, before I even take it

But if I choose to let him, then I know he’ll write

The story of salvation upon my heart tonight

And since I have a perfect author, the Holy author of me

Who paid a price for the sin I committed and died upon a tree

I choose to accept the gift that he has given me

And in my heart you’ll hear a song that echoes through my soul

“Jesus Precious Perfect Lord, Holy Author of Me

I will rise up to the call, Master Lord of all”

And in the precious waters my sins will wash away

And I’ll become a new creation, through Him, it’s the only way