I AM...found!



I AM, who saw all,

When none existed!

I AM, called all,

But many resisted.

For those who were found,

I AM, marked us with His Seal.

His deposit is within us,

And we know that it's real!

I AM, found us,
 On the highways and byways

Of every generation.

But all who rejected Him,

Brought about their own damnation!

I AM, would, that not one,

 Would have been lost.

For those who rejected I AM,

Rejected the Cross!

Now, I am found,
Though once I was lost.
A wayward sheep,
Purchased...
At a mighty cost!

The Highest of Cost!!!

God’s recovery of man,

Was His highest of cost!

For through His Son,

He purchased the lost!

He came with the promise,

Of a new day.

And with a plan to recover,

All lost in their way!

He spoke of a Shepherd,

Who put all…aside!

To recover just one,

Back to His side.

The recovery of man,

Was His highest of cost.

As He covered our sin,

By way of the Cross!

You see…

To recover just you,

Yes…

He would’ve came!

Now for two thousand years,

He continues to cover,

All, 

 who call on His Name!

Praise Him

Praise GOD,

in times of plenty.

Praise Him,

when there isn't any.

Praise Him,

when there's overfill.

Praise Him,

when your cup is nil.

Praise Him,

when you're caught by sorrow.

Praise Him,

that there'll be tomorrow.

Praise Him,

when the winds are cool.

Praise Him,

when the world says, you fool.

Praise Him,

even in times of loss.

Praise Him,

for the Gift He gave us, 
at the cross!

If the world knew Him,

Like we do.

Then they would,

Praise Him,

 Too!

Praise Him!

Crossing Time

At mans greatest crossroad,

a marker was placed.

Marking the moment,

GOD gave us grace.

For a few short moments,

time stood still.

As this cross was erected,

high on a hill.

Pointing the way,

that all might find.

A place of forgiveness,

for all mankind.

As the years roll by,

and moments still cross.

This marker still stands,

to welcome the lost.

Many have passed,

ignoring the sign.

But for all who looked up,

they crossed in time.

A Moment With The Son

In this life we all strive,

For our moment, in the sun.

We take great joy

In momentarily, being number one!

I would gladly trade them all

For one moment with The Son.

I would gladly return all my days,

Of being number one!

I would return my rewards, my achievements

 My accolades, of this earth.

To stand one moment,

With The First of First.

In His presence

Where no evil can stand!

I would gladly bow my knees,

As He took my hand!

How could I stand knowing,

He paid for my sin,
 with His own Blood.

And endured my punishment,

Upon that cross of wood?

If I had but that one moment,

Would I ever be the same?

As I looked upon Him,

Who took my shame?

Him, Who endured suffering,

Beyond the measure of man.

That we should never suffer like that,

 If we took His hand.

When I returned,

Would I be as I was before?

Or would,
 just one moment with The Son,

Leave me longing for more?



The Letter

In days of weakness,

When you've felt lost.

I remembered the day,

You came to the cross.

Bowing so reverent,

Before God's throne.

From that day forth,

You were never alone.

Oh, there have been times,

That you have strayed.

But My Spirit inside you,

Always has stayed.

The days you felt,

Covered in sin.

The day's you thought,

I'll never win.

Even the days you tied,

 My Hands.

Those days when you chose,
your ways,

and not My plans. 

The days you saw,

Loved ones die.

The days you cried,

Why, God why?

Though you didn't recognize me,
I was always there.
I longed for the moment,
That you'd find me in prayer.

You see I never stopped caring,

For you my child.

I just thought you should know,

Since...
 we haven't talked in a while.