From My Side to My Side
Oh Lord, you gave me a woman to cherish
Now, my heart surely shall not perish;
You molded, fashioned, suited her for me
And in the morn my soul sings for glee;
Of the dust did our father Adam come
And of his rib, his side, is Eve from
Eve’s first words heard…
“Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh”
Poetry of her existence
Jubilation, God’s assistance
Wow woman, my woman
You cam from my side
To be by my side.
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