At a glance we men are stunned At the angel before our feet Of perfection layed in every way No way our looks can compete They're Princess's of Earth Gorgeous in every way When seeing them we're captivated Often moved to sway Can we guard these precious flowers Known to grow through each Season Never to frail or get sour But more beautiful for all reason Our gifts to them a symbol Of our devotion and love To thank our loving father Christ our God above He took a rib from me To make a perfect shape For us to grow and get along To experience all loving grace