1. “Seven I Am’s: Bread to Feed the Soul’s Refrain”
The hunger gnaws at souls adrift, alone,
Yet here a bread descends from heaven’s store,
No crust to crumble, stale upon the stone,
But life itself to feed forevermore.
Through desert hearts where famine long held sway,
A sustenance beyond the fleeting grain,
He offers all who seek him, come what may,
A feast to banish want and heal the pain.
The world may offer husks to dull the need,
But this bread fills where mortal fare falls short,
A living gift for those who dare to feed,
A table set where grace and truth consort.
So souls redeemed arise, their hymn begun,
To sing of bread that makes the many one.
2. “Seven I Am’s: Light to Brighten Night’s Dark Stain”
In shadows deep, where blindness cloaks the day,
A radiance breaks to chase the night apart,
No torch of man, no fleeting, fickle ray,
But light eternal born to guide the heart.
Through gloom of sin, where stumbling feet despair,
He shines a path the darkened cannot see,
A beam to pierce the thickest, foulest air,
And call the lost to walk in liberty.
The world’s dim lanterns flicker, fade, and die,
Yet this light holds, unyielding to the storm,
A dawn for every weary, tear-stained eye,
A glow where souls redeemed find truest form.
Their praise ascends, a song of brilliance won,
For light has triumphed where the dark once spun.
3. “Seven I Am’s: Door Where Grace and Peace Remain”
The gate stands wide, no lock to bar the way,
A portal carved from mercy’s boundless frame,
Where wanderers lost in fields of disarray
May enter safe and call upon his name.
No wall too high, no thorn too sharp to bear,
For here the shepherd bids his flock draw near,
A passage free from peril’s lurking snare,
A haven wrought through love and not through fear.
The world builds doors of iron, cold and grim,
But this one swings with grace for every soul,
A threshold crossed by faith, not fleeting whim,
Where broken lives are mended, made whole.
Redeemed, they sing of entrance freely given,
A hymn to him whose death became their living.
4. “Seven I Am’s: Shepherd Guiding Through the Pain”
The flock lies scattered, torn by wolves of night,
Yet comes a shepherd, staff in hand, to lead,
His voice a balm to calm their panicked flight,
His life laid down to meet their deepest need.
Through valleys dark, where death’s own shadow falls,
He walks ahead, his care a steady guide,
No hireling he, who flees when danger calls,
But one who knows his own and stays beside.
The world’s false guides abandon at the cost,
But this good heart seeks out the bruised, the stray,
A love so vast it finds the fully lost,
And brings them home beneath the breaking day.
Their souls, redeemed, lift praise in tender strain,
For he who died now lives to guard their gain.
5. “Seven I Am’s: Life and Rising to Regain”
The tomb looms cold, a seal on hope’s last breath,
Yet here a voice declares the grave undone,
No end remains where he defies all death,
A rising dawn where night had thought it won.
Though tears may fall and shroud the heart in gloom,
He calls the dead to wake, the bound to stand,
A power vast to break the silent tomb,
A life renewed by his almighty hand.
The world sees dust and whispers all is lost,
But this truth sings through time’s unyielding strife,
A victory won beyond the final cost,
Where faith becomes the pulse of endless life.
Redeemed, they shout a hymn no death can still,
For he is risen, bending all to will.
6. “Seven I Am’s: Way and Truth to Break the Chain”
The road is rough, with forks to lead astray,
Yet here a way unfolds, both sure and straight,
No lie can twist its course, no doubt delay,
For truth itself has opened wide the gate.
Through mazes built by hands of frail design,
He carves a path where life eternal flows,
A compass clear, a word of grace divine,
To guide the soul where only mercy knows.
The world spins tales and trails that end in dust,
But this road holds, unwavering and free,
A life beyond what mortal minds can trust,
A truth to set the captive spirit free.
Their song ascends, redeemed by his decree,
A hymn to him who charts eternity.
7. “Seven I Am’s: Vine Where Faithful Hearts Attain”
The branches wither, cut from living root,
Yet here a vine extends its verdant hold,
To bear in barren hearts abundant fruit,
A sap of life through seasons harsh and cold.
He tends the growth, with care to prune and mend,
Each tendril bound to him in perfect peace,
No wild vine this, but one that grace defends,
Where love’s own yield shall never fade nor cease.
The world’s false stems may promise fleeting bloom,
But dry to ash beneath a hollow sun,
While this true source defies the drought of doom,
And knits the soul to God till all is one.
Redeemed, they sing, their voices intertwined,
A hymn of praise to him, the living vine.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 