Friday, January 14, 2011

Because....

Ashley's poem reminded me of a poem given to me in eighth grade at a bible camp. Over the years, it has spoken to me countless times, and frequently gotten me through some tough moments. So enjoy! I don't know who originally wrote this, or where it came from, but it is beautuiful. Let God whisper to your heart through it.
~ Amy

Because…
I made her. She’s different. She’s 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.
To me she is beautiful…I love her.
I love her smile. I love her silly ways.
I love to hear her laugh and all the silly things she says and does.
She is herself, and no one else…This is how I made her.

I made her to be pretty but not gorgeous because
I knew her heart and I knew that she would be vain.
I wanted her to search out her heart and learn
That it would be Me in her that would be beautiful
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 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 alone.
I have been with her and I 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 then I bought her
I paid a high price for her because I love her.
I have to reshape and remold her to renew her to what I had planned for her
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!

Romans 5:8, Mathew 10:30, Psalm 139:13-16