I Am was His name when He made the first dame,
To birth and own her own.
And trees’ fruits and flowers were given genetic powers,
To produce exactly what was sown.
I Am was His name (and it’s always STILL the same –
– From everlasting, He is God!)
When He anviled the sun and gave it a course to run,
Over earth’s vast sand and sod.
I Am was His name when the world of past fame,
Was left desolate of its every, first-born.
And God lead His children out (even those with a pout);
Their cloths never suffered from the thorn.
And I Am He still is, in spite of “show biz,”
And Hollywood’s dethronement.
No puny man can e’er assume that glorious throne room,
No, not for a milli-moment.
I Am – what a name! But it really is tame,
For all the Majesty, and Honor, and Might,
Of His eternal Being, so beyond human seeing,
And yet ever lies in faith’s sight. -eab, 11/94
Written while enjoying the pastorate of the Bible Holiness Chapel in (Fall River County) Oelrichs, South Dakota.
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