Queen Esther ...
The
Hadassah of this Generation:
When He first created him,
He moulded him from clay
And from His being,
He breathed life into his nostrils
A midst all that mastery in creation,
All those beautiful trees and fertile lands,
A midst all the rivers that criss-crossed the natural terrain
... all the responsibilities and work...
he did not perceive Him,
he did not touch Him...
he only felt His presence
And even though he wasn't alone, he was lonely.
his heart had known solitary all too well,
Until that moment he woke up from slumber...
(you could almost hear the song "God's Greatest Gift" by Kelli Williams Chris play in the background)
When he says:
"Alas! Bone of my bones,
Flesh of my flesh,
**sigh....
Wo-man is your name..."
See, while Man was moulded to God's own image,
A Wo-man was designed...
She was fashioned
Into a masterpiece.
As he fell into a stupor,
She was crafted from a being that was already filled with life
In an atmosphere filled with serenity
And in a moment oozing with creativity
She was perfectly Chosen,
Not from his feet - he wasn't meant to trample over her...
Not from his head - she wasn't meant to be above him...
But from his side - they were meant to be partners.
Carefully, He chose a piece of Man
That protected him,
And supported him,
And from the rib He designed a masterpiece.
Wo-man was her name.
In a place that knew introversion and loneliness
Came companionship.
In a place that construed solitude
Came solicitude
In a place that understood objectivity
Came subjectivity
In a place that knew silence and keeping to oneself
Came aspects of talking and sharing and disclosure
In a place that was stern and cold
Came emotion and sensitivity
She was his missing piece...
The curves, softness, gentleness, elegance, feminity
the joy and sadness, endeavour, the love and laughter
The hand that somehow fit his grasp.
From him,
she was fashioned into the epitome of beauty.
An extracted a piece
That adequately complimented him
She is a beautiful enigma.
A piece of creation who smiles
When she yearns to scream
And sings amidst adversities
She cries when she's happy
And Laughs when scared
She has shoulders
That are strong enough
To bear that weight of her world...
Yet gentle enough to accord comfort
She's tough enough
to keep fighting against all odds
Yet sensitive enough
to perpetually love...
She is strong enough
To stand by her man despite of his shortcomings
She was made from his ribs
To shield his heart...
Still, she was accorded wisdom
To discern, know and make a choice.
She has mustered the art of being better...
Give her a house, she'll make a home.
Give her the ingredients, she'll make a meal
Giver her your heart,
She'll give you commitment
And her love is unconditional
Today's woman is indeed a beautiful mystery to resolve...
You see it in the strides of her steps
As she enters the room
And in the glow of her smile
As she lights up your world
Like a rainbow,
She exudes this inner mystery
That is deliciously beautiful
Yet untouchable
She is the Hadassah of this generation and Woman is her name
When He first created him,
He moulded him from clay
And from His being,
He breathed life into his nostrils
A midst all that mastery in creation,
All those beautiful trees and fertile lands,
A midst all the rivers that criss-crossed the natural terrain
... all the responsibilities and work...
he did not perceive Him,
he did not touch Him...
he only felt His presence
And even though he wasn't alone, he was lonely.
his heart had known solitary all too well,
Until that moment he woke up from slumber...
(you could almost hear the song "God's Greatest Gift" by Kelli Williams Chris play in the background)
When he says:
"Alas! Bone of my bones,
Flesh of my flesh,
**sigh....
Wo-man is your name..."
See, while Man was moulded to God's own image,
A Wo-man was designed...
She was fashioned
Into a masterpiece.
As he fell into a stupor,
She was crafted from a being that was already filled with life
In an atmosphere filled with serenity
And in a moment oozing with creativity
She was perfectly Chosen,
Not from his feet - he wasn't meant to trample over her...
Not from his head - she wasn't meant to be above him...
But from his side - they were meant to be partners.
Carefully, He chose a piece of Man
That protected him,
And supported him,
And from the rib He designed a masterpiece.
Wo-man was her name.
In a place that knew introversion and loneliness
Came companionship.
In a place that construed solitude
Came solicitude
In a place that understood objectivity
Came subjectivity
In a place that knew silence and keeping to oneself
Came aspects of talking and sharing and disclosure
In a place that was stern and cold
Came emotion and sensitivity
She was his missing piece...
The curves, softness, gentleness, elegance, feminity
the joy and sadness, endeavour, the love and laughter
The hand that somehow fit his grasp.
From him,
she was fashioned into the epitome of beauty.
An extracted a piece
That adequately complimented him
She is a beautiful enigma.
A piece of creation who smiles
When she yearns to scream
And sings amidst adversities
She cries when she's happy
And Laughs when scared
She has shoulders
That are strong enough
To bear that weight of her world...
Yet gentle enough to accord comfort
She's tough enough
to keep fighting against all odds
Yet sensitive enough
to perpetually love...
She is strong enough
To stand by her man despite of his shortcomings
She was made from his ribs
To shield his heart...
Still, she was accorded wisdom
To discern, know and make a choice.
She has mustered the art of being better...
Give her a house, she'll make a home.
Give her the ingredients, she'll make a meal
Giver her your heart,
She'll give you commitment
And her love is unconditional
Today's woman is indeed a beautiful mystery to resolve...
You see it in the strides of her steps
As she enters the room
And in the glow of her smile
As she lights up your world
Like a rainbow,
She exudes this inner mystery
That is deliciously beautiful
Yet untouchable
She is the Hadassah of this generation and Woman is her name
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