Lyrics

(Verse 1)
I held the pen with a trembling hand
Trying to map out the ghost of a plan
Reached the chapter where the ink ran dry
Under a heavy and hollow sky
I folded the pages, I called it an end
Too many breaks that I couldn't mend
I thought the plot had reached its peak
With nothing left for the tired to seek.


(Pre-Chorus)
I had signed off on the sorrow
I had surrendered the light
Thought there was no tomorrow
Just the edge of the night.


(Chorus)
But God wasn't finished writing my story
He had a turn that I couldn't foresee
Turning the ashes to something of glory
Breaking the locks that were holding the key
Just when I thought that the book was all closed
He wrote a line that the world never chose
Oh, the ending I feared was just a start
God wasn't finished with the pulse of my heart.


(Verse 2)
I was reading the margins, the scars and the lines
Looking for wreckage and warning signs
I missed the grace in the gap of the page
I was living in fear, I was staying in cage
But He took the sorrow, the salt, and the sting
And stitched them together to give me wings
The ink is still wet, the paper is new
The vision is wider than I ever knew.


(Pre-Chorus)
I had signed off on the struggle
I had surrendered the grace
But He gathered up the rubble
And He gave it a place.


(Chorus)
'Cause God wasn't finished writing my story
He had a turn that I couldn't foresee
Turning the ashes to something of glory
Breaking the locks that were holding the key
Just when I thought that the book was all closed
He wrote a line that the world never chose
Oh, the ending I feared was just a start
God wasn't finished with the pulse of my heart.


(Bridge)
There's a plot twist coming, wait and see
More to the mountain than the misery
He's the Author of midnight, the Lord of the dawn
He's the reason I'm waking, He's the reason I'm gone
From the shadows to the summit, from the dust to the gold
There's a whole lot more that's yet to be told.


(Guitar Solo - Uplifting and bright)


(Chorus)
Yeah, God wasn't finished writing my story
He had a turn that I couldn't foresee
Turning the ashes to something of glory
Breaking the locks that were holding the key
Just when I thought that the book was all closed
He wrote a line that the world never chose
Oh, the ending I feared was just a start
God wasn't finished with the pulse of my heart.


(Outro)
He's still writing...
Turning the page.
The ink is still flowing.
It's not over yet.
No, it's not over yet.