Grace (a.k.a. Poetic)
My Blueprint (How I Was Made) I made her because I love 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 joy 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 brings me great pleasure—this is how I made her: I made her pretty and not beautiful, because I knew her heart and she would be vain. I wanted her to search her heart and to learn that it would be me in her that would draw friends to her. I made her a little more lonesome than she would like to be, only because I need her to depend on me. I know her heart. She would go her own way and forget about me, her Creator. I’ve given her good and happy things because I love her. I’ve seen her broken heart and the tears she’s cried alone, I cried with her and had a broken heart too. Many times she’s cried alone—she’s stumbled and fallen alone, only because she would not listen to my voice or hold my hand. She’s learned the hard way, she’s gone her merry way alone, only to return to me sad and broken. Now she’s mine. I love her. I have to remold and reshape her. She is my image and she has a high goal that I have set for her.
