Saturday Poetry -- Because I Love Her

Several years ago someone gave me this poem. Since that time is has been in a prominent place in my work area. I saw it this morning; read through it again and couldn't help thinking how appropriate it was for me after the work I've done this week. It is longer than my usual post, but I hope you'll take the time to read it and the accompanying scriptures. Blessings!

Because I Love Her

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.

(Psalm 139:13-16)

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.

(Psalm 139:17)

I made her pretty and not beautiful,

Because I knew her heart,

And 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 Peter 3:3-5)

I made her in such a way,

That she would need Me.

I made her a little more lonesome that she

would like to be . . . 

Only because I want her to turn to Me

in her loneliness . . . 

Only because I need for her to learn 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 me . . .  her Creator.

(Psalm 62:5-8)

I gave her many good and happy things . . . 

Because I love her.

(Psalm 84:11 & Romans 8:32)

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.

(Psalm 56:8)

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 . . . 

(Isaiah 53:6)

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.

(Isaiah 66:2)

And now she is Mine again . . . 

I made her, and then I bought her . . . 

Because I love her.

(Romans 5:8)

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.

(Jeremiah 29:11)

I want her to be conformed to My Image . . . 

This high goal I have set for her,

Because I love her.

(2 Corinthians 2:14)