See me at the doorway,
The division between the Dark and the Divine.
Insecurely, I inch toward my Immanuel
While puddles collect at the foot of the Father,
Being bottled up one by one.
My I Am.
Notice me limping as the lame,
Not looking for a crutch,
But for a foundation, a Rock,
My I Am.
Watch me as I search and seek,
As I find the love of my life,
Who was and is and is to come,
My bright and beautiful star,
My I Am.
Exchange me, Lord, exchange my life.
I hand You my heart as I kneel to the floor,
Knowing that my God makes all things new.
An unsightly snake He remolds, and He blesses
His new and blooming creation, His butterfly.
That is my I Am.