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TRUST JESUS TODAY
I make all things beautiful in it's season
You are beautiful in my eyes.
Not created with regret,or to be despised.
Have you ever seen the mountain tops?
Or gazed at the roaring sea?
Well, they don't compare to the beauty of you,
And what you mean to me.
You see, my daughter, when I made you
I used myself as the mold.
Created in my very image,
A flower yet to unfold.
You were not made with inferior parts
and pieces that were laying around, you see.
I created you with the best of the best.
And placed all of my goodness within thee.
The best of the best is all that I use
Whether rare, or sometimes from afar.
Fearfully and wonderfully made BEFORE the womb,
Don't forget that, my precious star!
A glory to be seen.
A beauty to unfold.
A rare and precious gift to Me.
A twinkle in My eye
A dance in My step
Is who I've created my beautiful one to be.
It grieves me when your head is bowed
In the pain of rejection and inferiority.
For, I will again spare nothing nor allow
The issues of life to blind you of my love for thee.
My making of you was a private thing.
Remember - I caused man to fall asleep.
For mine was not a careless plan
But the deep had to call unto the deep.
The depth of who I am and how I'm made
Has all been placed within you.
So that you too My daughter can say
I do as the master would have Me to do.
Every detail in your making,
I took on with personal delight!
Because I knew what would be needed in you
in order for your destiny to take flight.
How you were born
Why you were born
It's all irrelevant to Me.
Your entrance is not the needful part,
It's who I designed you to be.
For I looked at the earth and something was missing,
So I began my creative work.
To shape you, mold you, build you and make you
to be my glory in the earth.
No one can do what you've been called to do
No one can say what you're purposed to say
So lift your head, My beautiful one
and touch lives along the way
My beautiful child
Did you hear what I called you?
You are My special girl
The product of My own design room -
My greatest debut into the world.
Before your mama met your daddy,
and all of the likes of man
I had you in my special room,
orchestrating your life's plan.
So give Me praise for the work I've done,
My daughter, lift up your heart
And whenever tempted to think low of yourself
Say, I am made with the Master's parts.
Know that this is your season; your time to shine,
And for you to be aglow.
For I have an earth that needs your light,
And the splendor that you will show.
The size and the stature of your gift
Is not important to me.
I say again My beautiful one,
Be all that I made YOU to be
Do not overwhelm yourself with trying to make it -
For my plan that is in motion - is true
Eyes have not seen, nor ears heard
what I have prepared for you.
See the beauty of who you are.
As you go about this earth my precious star.
Pray for those who have used you, My daughter.
Return good for any evil that has been done.
For it is then that you are at your most beautiful,
It is then that you resemble my son.
Created By Love,
Copyright ©2004 Cassandra Grant
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