Lyrics

There’s a paperback face‑down by the bed on chapter nine
Coffee ring and crayon marks run right through one blurred line
There’s a hero paused in mid‑air, a broken heart stuck there mid‑prayer
Like the pages got forgotten, but they’re still going somewhere

Unfinished stories in the Author's hands
Don’t know every chapter, just the One who holds the plan
When the story gets messy and we can’t see how it ends
We’re unfinished stories, safe in the same Hands

There’s a girl who’s halfway through her song on some café stage
Forgets the second verse, but they love her anyway
There’s a dad who burns the pancakes, kids still think he’s gourmet
They’re all stories in the making, kind of messy, kind of great

Unfinished stories in the Author's hands
Don’t know every chapter, just the One who holds the plan
When the story gets messy and we can’t see how it ends
We’re unfinished stories, safe in the same Hands

The Author of our days
The Finisher of our faith
Won't leave the hero hanging
He's still writing every page

Unfinished stories in the Author's hands
Don’t know every chapter, just the One who holds the plan
When the story gets messy and we can’t see how it ends
We’re unfinished stories, safe in the same Hands

Unfinished stories, held by the same hands
Unfinished stories, held by the same hands
Unfinished stories, held by the same hands