“Who am I?” the question breaks, from lips that tremble, heart that aches. A shepherd’s voice, unsure, afraid, called to stand where kings parade.

But heaven does not flatter pride, nor stroke the ego Moses hides. The answer comes, not loud, but true: “I will be with you. I’ll go too.”

If they ask, “What name is this?” Not thunder, storm, or cryptic bliss, but simply, purely, mystery spun: “I Am Who I Am,” the Eternal One.

Not past, not future, bound by time, but Presence burning, voice divine. The God of fathers, still the same, now sends the weak to speak His name.

So, Moses stands, not bold, but sent, with holy fire and heart unbent. For every “Who am I?” we cry, there waits an “I Am” close by.
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