With love I formed her in her mother's womb.
I fashioned her with great joy.
I rememeber with great pleasure the days I created her.
To me, she's beautiful...I love her.
I love to hear her laugh, and the silly things she says and does.
She is herself and no one else..
This is how I made her.
I made her pretty but not beautiful,
because I knew she would be vain.
I wanted her to search out her heart and learn that if would be me in her
that would draw friends 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,
only because I want her to turn to me in her loneliness.
I made her a little more dependent than she would like to be,
only because I want her to lean and depend on me.
I know her heart. I know, if I had not made her like this
she would go her own chosen way, and forget about 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 has cried all alone.
I have been with her, and have had a broken heart too.
Many times, she has stumbled and fallen alone,
only because she would not take my hand.
So many lessons she has learned the hard way,
because she would not listen to my voice.
So many times I have sat back, and sadly watched her go her merry way alone, only to watch her return to my arms, sad and broken.
And now she is mine again. I made her, and the I bought her.
I paid a high price for her,
Because I love her.
I have had to reshape and remold her,
to renew her to what I had planned for her to be.
It has not been easy for her...or for me.
I want her to be conformed to my image.
This high goal I have set for her, because I love her