I see the feather, the leaves, the hand of the skillful writer
I see lives and decrees written by the Creator’s fire
I see men reshaping the lines He once designed
I see God being betrayed by the creature He refined

Our lives are the letters that the world stops to read
Bearing the message we’re sent here to seed
Our story’s handwritten by the Lord, Divine Author
A testimony of light amidst all the labor

Don’t try to dictate the hand of the skillful writer, He knows what to compose
Don’t try to rewrite the theme of the Author, with an ending you’d fear the most
Don’t try to dictate the hand of the skillful writer, He knows what to compose
Don’t try to rewrite the theme of the Author, with an ending you’d fear the most
With an ending you’d fear the most

It’s a record, but it’s a letter—it demands peace within
The story grows more beautiful when God, the Writer, steps in
A good letter proclaims there’s a Being of infinite might
Who restores, transforms, enriches, and makes all things bright

The impossible comes to life in our testimony's course
The coming and going reveal a divine, guiding force
A letter that speaks of where we come and where we’ll go
The price to be paid, and the end we’ll come to know
Hey, you there, what does your letter say?
Heaven or the abyss?

Our letter is clear to the souls thirsting for good
The ending’s yours to choose, but only God, the Writer, could
Take the story further, beyond what you can see
For God, the Writer, holds all eternity

Don’t try to dictate the hand of the skillful writer, He knows what to compose
Don’t try to rewrite the theme of the Author, with an ending you’d fear the most
Don’t try to dictate the hand of the skillful writer, He knows what to compose
Don’t try to rewrite the theme of the Author, with an ending you’d fear the most