This rib, I need

This rib, I need October 62010
By Fredrick Pennix aka Praiser the Show-off Worshiper

My rib God took out me
Because I was so satisfied with him I didn’t, know I needed you
How alone I was, when all the other creature had their mate accept for me
God said, I needed you
Naked it, just to see only you, and know other part, until sin made us put our close on
My rib, name women to be my wife
Where sex was mad only for marriage, you were made for only me
My help mate, this rib most men don’t understand
When running from women to women, is best to need one then won’t one?
Who land is not your property? When that rib is not who God call you to be with
Flesh of some body else bone, bone of somebody else flesh,
Where you suppose to be 1, but been together that rib subtract you
When God said stop, letting your feeling pick what really you don’t see,
If God didn’t choose her, how many years will it be?
Before you cry just to find it was all lust?
Telling you a lie, when it should been God telling you what you need
My rib, my wife, my good thing, that I found favor by God
When his love said she will never throw you away