Evening’s upon us, Lord:
time to turn another page
in this chapter of my life…
We all have a story, Lord,
the story we’re writing and living and telling…
Part of my story’s an open book
– casual observers can take a look;
but much of my tale is only known
by those who’ve shared in its living
who’ve helped in writing a chapter or two
now stored in the archives, deep in my heart….
I’m grateful for all who are part of my saga,
my narrative’s characters, major and minor,
its many heroes and occasional villains,
who’ve made of my life the story it is…
And then, of course, there’s you, my God:
you know my story by chapter and verse;
you even know my story’s end,
– still an unfolding mystery to me…
I’m grateful to you, my Author divine:
you know my whole story
– but still love me freely
you read my dark chapters
– but always with mercy
you know all my plot twists
– and walk through them with me…
Like a book you read me
but never lose interest
– to even the dull parts
you pay full attention…
You’re my editor, critic,
mentor and muse,
my biographer, narrator,
Holy ghostwriter…
And more than all that, Lord,
you’ve written, you’ve woven,
you’ve threaded your love story,
one with my own…
My book was conceived in your heart, O Lord,
your fingerprints warm its every page:
I pray my story will end in you,
with an epilogue, peace,
the sequel of grace…,
Protect me, Lord, as I lie awake
and watch over me as I sleep
that awake, I might keep watch with you
and asleep, rest in your peace…
If I told you my storyYou would hear hope, that wouldn’t let goAnd if I told you my storyYou would hear love that never gave up
And if I told you my storyYou would hear life, but it wasn’t mine
If I should speak, then let it be of the graceThat is greater than all my sin
Of when justice was served, and where mercy wins!Of the kindness of Jesus, that draws me inOh to tell you my story, is to tell of Him
If I told you my story,
you would hear victor over the enemyAnd if I told you my story, you would hear freedomThat was won for me
And if I told you my story,
you would hear life overcome the graveIf I should speak, then let it be of the graceThat is greater than all my sin
Of when justice was served, and where mercy wins!Of the kindness of Jesus, that draws me inOh to tell you my story, is to tell of Him
This is my story, this is my songPraising my savior, all the day longThis is my story, this is my songPraising my savior, all the day long
For the grace that is greater, than all my sinOf when justice was served, and when mercy wins!Of the kindness of Jesus, that draws me inOh to tell you my story, is to tell
Of the grace that is greater, than all my sinOf when justice was served, and when mercy wins!Of the kindness of Jesus, that draws me inOh to tell you my story, is to tell of HimOh to tell you my story, is to tell of Him
This is my story, this is my songPraising my savior, all the day long
