R. K. Hart (Australia)
I asked him to give me his name,
He replied with a simple, 'I am'.
Again I asked with a little impatience,
He who is grace noticed my being tense.
Again, I asked Him to give me His name,
He again answered just with the same.
However, ignorance overflowed this conversation,
My foolishness caused me great perspiration.
Via a book called Biblos containing a sword,
He explained that He was the creator Lord.
Who had but one glorious son,
Whose love for mankind could not be out done.
I accepted the gifted offered to me,
This gift that from my sin, set me free.
But can I know Him in full whilst on this blue orb?
Still He offers saving faith the wise will absorb.
He owns the cattle one a thousand hills,
He could have mentioned other skills.
He has set up governments and kings,
He created birds that grace the sky and sing.
He saw my struggle to comprehend,
He said, 'I cause the sun to shine and rivers to wend'.
He said to me in a still small voice,
'I have my will but I Am gives man his choice'.
Then He spoke of the darkest days,
A scene captured by artists in many a way.
A day I Am gave His only son to a sinful self,
Sins snow washed, I am showed me heaven’s wealth.
So beloved of I Am confess your need of Him,
Cause angels to sing at the death of your darkest sin,
Be with He who will reign from a heavenly throne,
With the I am whose grace supplies a heavenly home.
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