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 1

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

Chorus 2

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
There's proof that I'm someone
Yeah someone You love

Chorus 1

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

Chorus 2

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 1

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

Bridge 2

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

Bridge 3

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

Chorus 1

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

Chorus 2

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

Post Chorus

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

Refrain

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