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

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