A special thank you to my RA for this poem:
I made her. She is different. She is unique.
With love I formed her in her mother's womb.
I fashioned her with great joy.
I remember with pleasure the day I created her.
To me she is beautiful. I love her. I love her smile. I love her ways.
I love to hear her laugh and to see the silly things she does.
She is herself and no one else.
This is how I made her.

I made her pretty and not beautiful, because I know her heart,
and I know that she would be vain.
I wanted her to search her heart and learn that in Me she would be beautiful.
It would be My spirit that would draw people to her.

I made her in such a way that she would need Me.
I made her a little more lonesome than she would like to be,
because I wanted her to turn to Me in her loneliness.
I made her dependent, so that she would depend on Me.

I know her heart.
I know that if I had not made her like this, she would go her own chosen way
and forget Me: her Creator.
I have given her many good and happy things, because I love her.
I have seen her broken heart ...and the tears she cried alone.
I have been with her ...and had a broken heart, too.

Many times she has stumbled and fallen, because she would not take my hand.
She has learned hard lessons because she would not listen to My voice.
So many times I have sadly watched her go her own way ...alone.

And now she is Mine again.
I made her, and I bought her. I paid a high price for her, because I love her.
I have had to reshape and remold her, renewing her for my plan.
It has not been easy for her ...or for Me.
I want her to be conformed to My image.
This goal I have set for her.

Because I love her.

No comments :

Post a Comment