It was one of those quite unspectacular days
That sneak up and catch you off guard
The kind that you usually let slip away
Like leaves blowing out of the yard

I was taking my usual brisk morning walk
Through fog you could cut with a knife
Caught a sign in the window of the local bookstore
It said, “Come Meet The Author Of Life”

Come meet the Author of Life
Come bring your husband
Your children, your wife
You’ve read the book
Now see the Light
Come meet the Author of Life

What would I say to my Lord face to face
This was crazy and hard not to laugh
Would I kneel down and kiss the hem of His robe
Or ask for His autograph

But the day slipped away as so many days do
The hours raced by in a blur
I did laundry and banking and right after school
Became the kids’ private chauffeur

I finally got home, collapsed on the couch
Felt a calm that seemed misplaced and odd
Just then I remembered my date with a King
How could I have forgotten my God?

At a minute to nine I was all out of breath
The clerk was just locking the door
He must’ve heard my heart drop to the street
For he kindly re-opened the store

I said, “Must’ve been darn near a madhouse today
Big crowds and long lines are the worst.”
He said, “We haven’t had many people drop by
Actually, you are the first.”

While thumbing through Peter and Matthew and Luke
The Author motioned me forth with a yawn
Chuckled, “I never tire of reading this book
But sometimes those boys do go on.”

But I couldn’t hold back the anger inside
The town stayed away–they all knew
God said, “You almost missed this moment yourself
If I forgive them why can’t you?”

Then he opened His arms and He said “Oh my child
You think no one’s paid me my due
But nobody stood up your Savior and Lord
I came here today to meet you.”

Come meet the Author of Life
Come bring your husband
Your children, your wife
You’ve read the Book
Now see the Light
Come meet the Author of Life

©1991 Improbable People Ministries

Words & Music by Michael & Sally Klein O’Connor