You are the seed that I held in my nail pierced hand.
The seed I promised Abraham, as numerous as the sand.
You walk the path my wounded feet have walked.
You've read what I've done, heard what I talked.
All that you have suffered, I have and so much more.
Have I not loved you enough? Won't you open the door?
With tears of joy I saw you breathe and with tears of pain I see you part.
Do I ask so much for you to only open to me your heart?
Is the road that I ask you to walk so hard to bear?
You only have to read to know I was there.
I hung in the balance, I died so you might live.
Have I neglected you then? Something I didn't give?
I've known you, I love you and it is for you I grieve.
I am who I am. I'm alive, just believe.
by Je' Leites