Universal Author

Just come on in with me You gotta think about this You gotta address this There's no accident [Verse 1:] With the overloaded of gifts he bestrode me Thankful for the mind of the universal author who compose me In the fold of his protective mode he holds me Chose me to dwell in his abode as if he owed me But know he's just gracious and holy Responsible soley, and out of a dead state, he rose me Told me too banish the old me And let the sun cloth me until my roots grow deep at the bold sea His words and actions are factual The uncommon is common, and the supernatural is natural The food is not the start of things the tree is The process is repeated, the only reason we are is cause he is [Chorus: x2] Before it becomes physical his first of thought Every individual's a work of art They know he never had to rehearse the part Nothing that no one else can cause the universe to start [Verse 2:] Out of thinking can't compete with his deepness He feature of every creature born with his own distinct uniqueness The definition of all know expon my existence Before my mom knew he formed characteristics His mind penetrated through time The infinite song of lives writer who never duplicated a line The quintessence of every essence But out of ignorance we question the effectiveness of his methods You're brain is what he communicates through And never forsakes you, and then when you sleep at night he takes you Then later brings you back and awakes you Let him create you right on your mental chalk board till he elevates you [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] He study real hard to comprehend The universal author, who be gunmen with one pen Of your type you are the only model The only living copy of your own real life personal novel And from the very start he can write them Even when your lights dim you have the capacity to be like him So even through high stress, believe in progress You have to master the reason of process He's touchable like a material thing He has spirit, but he's not a spiritual being Not three, not two, one father is true He's the author of himself and the author of you [Chorus x2]