He calls me Woman,
Carved from the side of man.
He smooths the harsh edges
With hands of knowledge.
He has breathed into me
The wind of Life,
Life in His Spirit,
And, oh, how I live!
In His Son, I am born of Him,
I share the inheritance
Bought with the blood
Of the Seed of Abraham.
I love Him for making me,
The completion of all creation,
The finishing touch, not the afterthought,
But the final link in His eternal chain.
What a privilege to thank
My own Creator
For making me Woman
~~Marchele Carter Waddell
