I Am That I Am

I am that I am, and there

Is nothing I am not

For this I came to you to share

Who, sleeping, had forgot.

The child playing with his toys–

I am that I am.

That which pleases and annoys–

I am that I am.

The man possessed by his possessions–

I am that I am.

Confessor and the one who listens–

I am that I am.

Consciousness is my domain

I am that I am.

Unnameable, This is my Name:

I am That I am.

I the seer; I the seen.

I am that I am.

I the dreamer; I the dream.

I am that I am.

The "I am" is the secret key;

The Knowledge that will make us free.

To understand that it must be

The 'I am' that I am is me,

Is everything–but only true

If All in all includes you too.

I am that I am

And that is all that needs be said

I am that I am

It doesn't matter what you read

I am that I am and that

Is all I'll ever be.

The ground is holy where you're at

For 'I Am' is also thee.

Father, I give my life to You today

Nearer Than Hands and Feet

By Jeff Nance

Father, I give my life to You today

For when I tried to run it my own way

I faltered many times and failed much

The curse was on me of Midas' touch:

In great success I found but bleak despair;

For finding it, I did not find You there.

I did not know 'twas You I needed, but

More I required, although I knew not what.

Your Word greeted me out upon the way

And turned my night of gloom into bright day

Bathed in a golden light I heard Him say

"Close are ye now unto the Kingdom's gates.

Tis only on your welcome that Love waits."

Without You, earth is but a desert vast;

So would I make my way to You at last.

For I've come far enough by now to see

I am much better off at Home with Thee.

I thank You Father – that You never left –

'Nearer than hands and feet, closer than breath.'

The Happy Path to God

There is no harm that ever can come nigh

The secret Dwelling-Place of the Most High.

And he who takes It up as his Abode

Has neither need for friend nor yet for foe

Delightfully he learns his needs are met

As he is led to lay down all regret

In mercy on himself. Thus he forgives

The sin-sick dying world, that it may live

It is the light of Heaven that he brings;

Redemption's everlasting song he sings.

Thus dawns a new day for humanity

To him who renounces his vanity

And takes up his part in Salvation's Plan

To bring forth God's Son from the son of man.

In littleness He spawned, but He will grow

To heights unfathomed by what mind can know.

For this He came, for this cause was He born

That He might bring peace to a world war-torn;

To tell the winds of chaos to be still;

To let be done on earth His Father's Will.

Love has lit the way

Unlike the earthly forms of parent-child

Relationships, the Son of God and His

Father never exist in separate states;

'Though the Son has this unique attribute:

He can imagine such to be the case.

However, when he does, he then perceives

Himself only in pieces – not in peace.

A stranger in a strange land; in the far

Country where his needs he must provide for

Or go without, and it is this he does

In some way when he seeks without himself

For his good. It is not within the world,

But from himself that he must bring good forth

For that is the activity of God

Which he must become an observer of.

The working out of Grace seems to take time

But any moment you can have it – now

If you so wish, or I should say, 'so will.'

Until that time, take heart my friend in this:

You cannot escape Him Whose Son you are.

Nor is there really sense in the idea,

Look not with trepidation on this thought

For it is your Salvation and the world's.

Rather, embrace it as the whole way out

And see it and yourself in the One Light

The Holy Spirit brings to every thought

And cleanses all perception, every new

Meeting with a brother another chance

To save the Son of God, and bring him peace

From God, his Father. Let us be released.

That we may, in turn, release our brothers.

Now let us say amen, and enter in

The sanctuary where the Son is home

At last. And now is fear the stranger here,

Who once seemed sole companion; co-pilot

To turn to in every emergency

For guidance and support, stability

Even if based on its rigidity.

The fixed upside-down orientation

Assuaged anxiety but for a while,

And then another replacement of love

Was called upon to keep you safe, secure

And occupy your senses for a while

Not one distracted mind but seeks for love

And happiness, but knows not where to look

Be you their teacher; love has lit the way

And the path is laid out before you now.

With compassion as trusted compass you

Will be brought to problems thought not your own

To learn how much alike each is to all.

Mistake not multiplicity of form

For difference in content. What is One

Cannot have separate parts. So carry Love

Within your heart and give All unto all.

We need do nothing

Truly, we need do nothing but be still

And heed the whispers of the Voice of God

The holy instant that we do, we find

It has not ceased a moment to remind
Us. Great we are and greater still can be.

Since time began, and isn't still or small

In truth, for when we listen, It resounds 

In gentle splendor, from a Majesty

That fills the heavens and which 

Melts the earth.

But quiet it appears because we made

Another voice with which it won't compete,

That seemed to split us off from the One Source

We share with everything that lives and moves.

In It we have our being. The only

Undoing is to hear no voice but that

Which speaks for God, and represents His Voice

Is real in us. Prepare you now for the

Undoing of that which was never done,

Nor had a life of its own, but derived

Its seeming power from the very mind

That it relied upon to foster it.

Refuse to listen to its madness now.

Turn softly inwards, move through the low bank

Of clouds darkened by false perceptions, for

They cannot hold back those who would advance

To Meaning; to the Light of Love within.

Be you Love's Presence, shine your little light

For more will be added to them who have

And none can give what they do not possess.

Be still, and know your true Identity

As One with God, a vital part of Him

And of the Sonship, which you make complete,

By your willingness to join in the Plan

Of God to restore that which seemed apart.

Father, I thank you

Father, I thank You for this gorgeous day;

For every breath I draw into my lungs;

For new beginnings and the endings which

Precipitate them. All is perfect when

I let go of my own definitions

Of how all things should look and act and feel.

Your Will it is my pleasure to perform

For when I try to exercise my own

Apart from Yours, it is but misery

In some form that I bring upon myself

I do not ask You for a single thing

But call forth that which is latent within

To house and feed and clothe me, all my good

Must come from myself as a spider weaves

Her web out of the substance of herself.

If I ask You for aught I do deceive

Myself into believing I can use

You. Rather, I ask to be used by You,

In service of salvation's perfect plan

To show the natural abundance of

The Christ in His sweet ministry of Love.

Nearer than hands and feet; closer than breath

Moths of insanity eat up the cloth

From which is spun the garment of the days

The dust of ignorance of countless lives 

settles thickly upon the mirror-mind

Alas, that its perfection seems so dim

On their account! Its spotless purity

Seems to be tarnished and its luster dull.

I am, verily, an ocean of faults

That would be lost forever if not for

The boundless, causeless Mercy of God's Grace

Although darkness seems impenetrable

It disappears in but an instant as

A light illuminates a darkened room

Though it had been dark for a thousand years.

So pray Christ's second coming will be soon

But bear in mind he never really left...

"Nearer than hands and feet. Closer than breath."

Receiving the Present

The past stands like a shield before the now;

The future like a flaming sword. Meanwhile, 

The now stands brightly forth, shedding its light;

That those who would see, will. Christ's gift of sight,

He offers all the humble, willing ones

Who would but see the world He looks upon,

And have every perception purified.

Thus do they lay the body's eyes aside.

As all vision is but a wish fulfilled,

So is theirs granted by their holy Will