All search for an identity
And though their search is hard to find
They fire an arrow to the sky
Though where it lands it is designed
To keep their vision on the earth
A skyward look, but briefly held
As to a mountains summit's height
But then with gravity propelled
To meet the standard of the world
A lower one, for sure to be
And subject to the fashion's way
Guided by man's propensity
They then will fashion who they are
And use the word's 'I am' with pride
Though all their strivings would not show
A satisfactory human guide…..
For some, the Spirit's arrows then
Found the eternal heart of God
For Jesus was the One before
The sons of men this world had trod
'Before Abraham was I AM'
His words were in the present tense
One who was, and will ever be
Throughout eternity immense
Perfection of identity
The only One faith's arrows hold
For He has born our deepest tears
Paid for our sins with heavenly gold
His Blood poured out, He is the Lamb
And on the Throne will ever be
'I AM' to heavenly hosts who share
'I AM' throughout eternity……