Poem to Psalm 139

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 great pleasure
The day I created her.
I love her smile.
I love her ways.
I love to hear her laugh.
And the silly things she says and does,
She brings me great pleasure.
This is how I made her.
I made her pretty and not beautiful,
Because I knew her heart,
And I knew she would be vain…
I wanted her to search out her heart
And to learn that it would be Me in her
That would make her beautiful…
And it 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 need for her to learn
And depend on Me…
I know her heart, I know if 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.
Because I love her,
I have seen her broken heart…
And the tears she’s cried alone.
I have cried with her,
And had a broken heart, too.
Many times she has stumbled and fallen alone
Only because she would not hold My hand,
So many lessons she’s learned the hard way
Because she would not listen
To My voice…
So many times I have set 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 then I bought her…
Because I love her.
I have 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.
But she is my beloved.
I want her to be conformed to My image…
This high goal I have set for her.
Because I love her.