I Am Here

Something moved me
Eyelids flutter to see
Thoughts not yet clear
God is here.

Night to light eclipse
Holy breath on my lips
A gift, another day
Father God, I pray.

Sweet glorious morn
Warmth now born
Eyes open to the sight
He speaks, "write."

He thought it good
So, write I would
A sigh, Oh dear
His Word, I hear.

"I am here" to write
Precious in His sight
Never, ever fear
But, draw near.

Simply imagine this
Feel the morning Kiss
To us a Son, the Lamb
Touched by: "I AM."

John 8:58
Jesus said to them, "Most assuredly I say to you, before Abraham was, I AM."

Book by Kathleen Higham

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