Beloved Poem by Skylark Woodrow

Beloved,
Look at me.
I made you;
Before even the fabric of time I knew you by name.
I know everything about you,
All the good and the bad;
Child, I formed you,
And I deem your worth.
You are precious to me, Beloved;
I cherish you,
Every part of you.
I anxiously await the day you accept my son Jesus as your savior,
For without his sacrifice we would be apart for all eternity.
My child, sin has separated us,
But I have provided the way for you to be able to come back to me.
I sent my one and only son to die,
To take your sins upon himself and die for you so that you could be found blameless in my sight.
But it is up to you to accept his sacrifice,
And it is because I love you that I leave this decision up to you.

(2017.12.6)