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
This poem is about:
Me