"In His Image" (For ladies)

In His Image

 

Jesus, did you know me, too

When I was formed within the womb?

Did angels even care

To know that I was there?

 

At my birth, did they rejoice

Did they say, “Let’s have a holiday?”

And as I grew, were you there, too?

 

Now that I’m mature

Everything I do, every day I live

Does it really matter to you?

 

Jesus said,

“Daughter, yes, I know you…

Formed secretly in the womb.

We spread the heavens

With scarlet streams

And rejoiced and rejoiced and rejoiced

When you were birthed.

 

I saw you grow

A woman of creation, a creation of mine.

And now that you’re mature

There’s a secret I must whisper in your ear.

 

You’re a woman of worth

I attended your birth.

 

I found you so special,

So very unique.

You’re made in my image

Go quickly, bring forth the sheep.

 

I’ve a Kingdom you’ll soon see

Then you will know

Of your value to me.

 

I’ve paved your street

With purest gold

Your mansion is one you’ll like

All new, with everything bright.

 

Arise, daughter

Let me share

That when you’ve hurt

I’ve been there.

 

Touched your cheek …

Stroked your hair.

 

And when your babies came

I knew.  I saw your pain.

 

You’re a woman of worth,

I attended your birth.

Your force and your power

Knows no limit

When you, only you

Set your mind to it.

 

Now, go quickly, daughter

With head held high

And look while you work

For Gabriel … poised in the sky.

 

Know today the value of you

There’s no one else like you

That’s the secret

I whisper in your ear.

 

You are loved, my daughter

Made in my image

You are my child

And, yes …

I am your Father.”

 

                     ~ Jane Powell