You are the seed I held in my nail pierced hand.

The seed I promised Abraham, as numerous as the sand.

 

You walk the path my wounded feet have walked,

You’ve read what I’ve done; heard what I talked.

 

All you have suffered, I have, and so much more.

I stand and I knock, will you not open the door?

 

With tears of joy I saw you breathe and with tears of pain I see you part.

Do I ask so much for you to only open to me your heart?

 

Is the narrow road I ask you walk so hard to bear?

You only have to read to know I was there.

 

I hung in the balance. I died so you might live.

Have I neglected you then? Something I didn’t give?

 

I’ve known you. I love you. It is for you I live and grieve.

I am who I am. I’m alive, just believe.