Written into the script

Written into the script

by Joel Howard

What used to be bitter, fantastically sick 

The suffering of my past - a wall tall and thick

Each blow I received - each fire that would lick 

Now I know it all was written into the script

How my tears did flow as I sat in love's seat

To watch my past like a show play out in front of me

Each swing of death's hand - You told it where to go 

And if it wrongly would strike - God You told it "no"

I wept and I wept - while the Author's hand mine gripped

Your love did surround me - Your mercy tears to lift 

For each pain that we see, each boat gone adrift 

Every sigh that we breathe is written by You into the script