The Author

Composed by：Brandon Lake/Nick Jonas/Micah Nichols/Benjamin William Hastings/Trannie Anderson

Produced by：Micah Nichols

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

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

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 yeah someone You love

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 oh 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

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

And I've seen ashes turn 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 and again

What grace is this

Crossed out my shame

Forgives me again and again and again and again and again

So who am I

God 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

Who am I

Who am I

To question the pen in the hands of The Author

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

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

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