The Author

This is not my life unwritten this is brokeness re-writen this is Him and this is His This is where my will is futility to trade in my sins for imortality where there's no brutality where souls gain totality But for now, just for now, this is Him and this is His This, His hand, writes out comands but not to forcibly to demand. This is to teach... this is to preach... this is His will straight from above... this is to save a lowly knave. What sweeter wine upon to dine, than that's my Saviour King's design? And when He wrote, He wrote for me He wrote for us. He wrote for all. He wrote so He could let me see, the'ternal promise He softly murmurs in every page he ever wrote. With precision he saw my vision. He made it life, on this I thrive.