Created Truly In Love

                    In the depths of a mother’s womb,                       

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,  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 “harmless”

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.