Tis I, My Lord. Your Rib

                 
From Your rib
 I was cut out,
With the meat around your most delicate inner organs,
 I was made.
Out of the ribbed canal there I was formed
shaped, colored, stretched,
processed and measured specifically for you.

He put you to sleep and began weaving me.
Patterning me in a way, only he can understand
And only you would love
When he built and molded me
He was in no haste
He took no opinion from you
To make me for you

I was made befitting for you,
I was tailor-made for you
I was created specifically for you
I am the last fitting piece to complete your puzzle

Master was pleased when he made me
He knew I would please you
 And you, in turn, would please him
He knew your eyes would gaze upon me
And see his glory.
He knew your heart would be satiated
Master had you in mind
As he made me

Master commands you to be gentle
To be kind to me
To be my protector 
He knew that if you bruise me
You bruise your rib,
You bruise the Master

He knew that I would desire to come back
To the place of my origin
To the home garden
Therefore he entrusted you with the responsibility 
Maintain it and let butterflies dwell
And the sound of singing birds be heard
Peace and tranquility to abound
Humility and joy to resound

Let no bruise be found on my body
No stain on my Soul
No whiplash on my confidence
No belittling seed on my mind
No blood tears to stain my cheeks

Until Master returns
Man, may your works of
Love toward me
Stand in witness for you

Mitneymitch