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In His splendour
He took light, calling it DAY
Separating darkness from it
Calling it night

He took clay, mould it
Breath in to it
Calling him, MAN

He made birds sing
That beautiful song
That him to sleep

He took his rib
From which He made a similar
Calling her, WOMAN

He had the oceans and seas
In applaud, declare her beauty
Unto all eternity

He took His time
To sculpt her
Leaving no contour undone

Ensured her eyes
Had that sparkle
The heavens cannot compare

 Her lips had
In every thought
That soft, supple feel

Her nose, just right
Not too big
Not too small

Ensured her scent
Would shy away
The sweetest scented rose

Ensured that her beauty
Would devalue those
Of diamonds and pearls

He took time
Time to instil in her
A heart: That understands
That weighs
That appreciates
Even the minute
A heart that, above all
Loves unconditionally

He ensured that
Anything that speaks
Of her at less is a non-entity

In His splendour
Opened man to see
And in covenant, decree

She is WOMAN!
Bone of my bone
Flesh of my flesh