You called her beautiful when her Maker covered her flaws.

You called her princess when her Maker is the All-King.

You called her your everything when you should have called Him.

For her Maker, made her – her heart and her soul.

All delicately heaved and written by Him.

Now, don’t give up on her.
Instead, ask Him.

In the midst of finding you, I lost.

In the midst of finding love, we lost.

But in the midst, His love finds the lost.