If They Weren't Yours

Five years ago I never thought today would look like today

It's funny how time changes things

Black and white turn to gray

A journal filled with dreams that I just thought would come true

Like I could write it into existence

And it would stick like a tattoo

But when I take a look back and reread through every page

It's clear that the signature was never really my name

The Author already knew from my very beginning

That He was the only one meant to right my story

If I really held the pen

If I really wrote the pages

My life would only be smeared with mistakes I couldn't erase and

If I really held control

And tried to see what was unknown

Every page would be ripped out and I would really be alone

So praise the One

Who writes every word

Because my pages would end up being burned

If they weren't Yours

Sitting here today I wonder where I'll be in five years

I try to fantasize my life so I can avoid all the fear

Of not actually knowing what is to come or when the ink will dry

Thinking that I have control over the time

But when I glance ahead I only see what's right in front of me

Can't skip through the pages to find out where I might be

For the Keeper of my story already knows the end

So I will choose to trust in His moving hand

If I really held the pen

If I really wrote the pages

My life would only be smeared with mistakes I couldn't erase and

If I really held control

And tried to see what was unknown

Every page would be ripped out and I would really be alone

So praise the One

Who writes every word

Because my pages would end up being burned

If they weren't Yours

If they weren't Yours, oooh

Who am I without my Creator

I have no story without the Author

A God who has a plan for me and knows what is greater

So I will give up all control

And let God carried the load

Of every word and every curve, for my soul is not my own

If I really held the pen

If I really wrote the pages

My life would only be smeared with mistakes I couldn't erase and

If I really held control

And tried to see what was unknown

Every page would be ripped out and I would really be alone

So praise the One

Who writes every word

Because my pages would end up being burned

If they weren't Yours

So praise the One

Who writes every word

Because my pages would end up being burned

If they weren't Yours