I AM THAT I AM

Before the roads were drawn in dust, I was the fire within the thorn. Before your kingdoms learned their rust, through silent suffering I was born. Two thousand harvests crossed the earth, yet still my footsteps move unseen. I am the seed beneath dead ground, the root alive where stones have been. I AM THAT I AM in broken bread, I AM THAT I AM where tears are shed. Seek in the poor, the lost, the torn— there I am living, there reborn. You ask me, where shall I be found? Not where gold crowns blind the sun. Find me where wounded hands still tremble, where the least and last are one. I am the shepherd in abandoned fields, the lamb among metallic thorns. I wear the cross in every exile, I rise where human grief is born. I AM THAT I AM in broken bread, I AM THAT I AM where tears are shed. Seek in the poor, the lost, the torn— there I am living, there reborn. I am the vine through winter iron, the well in deserts cracked by fear. The door half-open in the darkness, the whispered word: I still am here. Do not seek only clouds above you, nor monuments of carved-out flame. Wash the feet of those forgotten— there you will call and hear my name. I am the fire that does not consume. I am the grain that dies to rise. I am the road among the broken. I am the light in beggars’ eyes. How to seek me? Break bread. Carry sorrow. Forgive. Love where the world has turned away. I AM THAT I AM in wounded nations, I AM THAT I AM through dust and storm. Two thousand years are but a heartbeat— my kingdom enters without form. Seekers, find me in the lowly. Knock, and mercy will reply. For where love walks among the suffering— there am I. There… am I.