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.
I love her smile, I love her ways. I love to hear her laugh And the silly things she says and does. She is herself and no one else ... She brings me great pleasure. This is how I made her.
I made her pretty, but not beautiful Because I knew her heart, and knew she would vain ... I wanted her to search her heart, and learn That it would be me in her that would make her beautiful ... And that 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 wanted her to turn to me her loneliness. I made her a little more dependent than she would like to be ... Only because I wanted her to learn to depend on me. I know her heart , I know if I had not made her like this, She would go her own way from me, her creator.
I have given her many good and happy times ... Because I love her.
Because I love her, I have seen her heart broken ... And the tears she has cried alone. I have cried with her and had a broken heart, too.
Many times she has tumbled and fallen alone. Only because she would not hold my hand. So many lessons She has to learn 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 have 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. I paid a high price for her ...
I have to reshape her and remold her. To renew her to what I have planned for her to be ... It is not easy for her or me. I want her to be conformed to My image, the high goal I have set for her ... Because I love her.