R. K. Hart
I Have A Brother - Poem by R. K. Hart
I have a brother; yes, I have a brother,
Who loves me likes no other.
He cares enough to take my place,
His blood washes away my sin without a trace.
He says, “I am the bread of life…”, never again spiritual hunger,
Never again spiritual hunger and thirst, oh such a wonder.
My brother would meet all my needs,
And remove all my sinful weeds.
He says, “I am the light of the world...” full, wondrous sight,
On this worlds darkness he shines a blazing light.
Believe and never walk in darkness again,
Rejoice in the Lord always and walk on truths plain.
He says, “I am the gate; whoever enters through me will be saved”.
Through my brother Jesus, my journey to heaven is paved.
Goodness and mercy all the days of my life, will be,
We will dwell in the house of ever, a wondrous gift, given free.
He says, “I am the good shepherd” his life is given for his sheep.
Against thieves and wild animals, the fold gate is where he sleeps.
He is no hireling; he sincerely accepts responsibility for his sheep,
To lose one of His would cause this shepherd darkest grief.
He says, “I am the door to the sheepfold,
If you would harm my sheep you would be bold”.
He loves all but adores those who belong to him,
Those who have asked for the forgiveness of sin.
He says, “I am the way, the truth and the life
Wonderful assurance when the devils darts are rife.
It is a wonderful thing, wonderful assurance,
To know we have him, and there be no chance.
He says, ”I am the vine, you are the branches”,
Abide in me, He states and life has no chances.
I will bear much fruit, He promises me,
Glorious thing, I will do the work of the saintly.
Wonder of wonders the Son of God is a brother of mine,
The brother who threw all dark storms is genuine.
My brother gave Himself to save me,
And begs me to come to him and from sin flee.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
There are seven I Am's in the book of John and to think that the Savior is also my brother as I'm a child of God my Heavenly Father.
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