      Created Truly In Love
                   In the depths of a mother’s womb,                      Â
God began His work of creation.
His hands performed the mystery;
His heart knew the plan for this one.
Every minute the purpose advanced,
As His face bent o’er the tiny being
Just a seed scarcely visible,
But expressive of all He was seeing.
In microscopic fashion He formed it,
For Himself this creation was made,
No human eye was permitted
To perceive the full plan He had laid.
For hidden deep in its interior
Were talents, visions, hope, and desires,
All precisely designed and instilled
Into the image His Presence inspired.
From His eyes shone anticipation
Which reflected from the small beating heart,
And from those same eyes trickled tears
His compassion to deeply impart.
Every detail emerged with infinite care,
As His plan unfolded into time,
He smile revealed grateful completion
Of a stunning masterpiece sublime.
Yet how from His heart burst a yearning
Toward this invention He gave;
So filled with Himself and His beauty,
Yet by sin and itself was depraved.
He knew it was all for His glory,
This life He miraculously gave
To a small human person on earth;
Yet He knew it’s end could be grave.
For the choice of destiny still lay,
Within the heart of the imprisoned,
Even tho’ God intended all for Himself,
He would never impose His decisions.
There lay the visions, Â talents impoverished
By a nature not yet made like His own,
There they grew and developed intensely
With a need for deep love yet unknown.
Potential, love, passion, and desire
All fought within to win the prize
To Whom would the battle be given?
For in the child’s heart  surrender lies.
The desire for the truth is prevailing,
But shaken and uncertain remains,
And the devil creeps slowly nearer,
A measure of truth he now feigns.
Perhaps he can mix truth and error,
And disguise it with options that shine,
Just a little of error that’s “harmlessâ€
To evolve into a lifestyle so fine.
So begins a warfare raging,
In the heart of this magnificent child,
The Master waits on silently,
His tear-filled eyes loving and mild.
He knows that His love is unchanging
He knows that His plans are fulfilled,
In the perfect creation before Him
If his heart would just willingly yield.
He knows salvation is completed
And that Love is established and True,
But He waits for the heart to surrender
And He waits for faith to shine through.
His Spirit He waits to impart
Into the heart of His child so dear,
His desires breathe the joy He’ll instill
When his son just decides to draw near.
But He waits … for He’ll never cross over
To make a choice for the one He loves.
He respects the free will of his children
Waits in silent appeal from above.
                                                                                                   E.F.W.