I Am

A child, a son, a friend, just one

A king I try, I peasent I am, God has saved me from my sin

A brother with a future of no end

But I find myself one to pretend

Loved and cherished by God and few men

A seed I was, until I grew

small leaves then become anew

Now I stand in front of God, no longer a seed but grew in sod

I now stand a small pine tree, more to grow, seeds to sow

and in the hands of the I Am

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