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When God created the things that are
                        At least he made a man
                      And took a rib of Adams there
                         to complete his wondrous plan
                      And from that rib, a creature made
                          And Adam named her Eve
                    Because she is mother of all that lives
        The race she did conceive, She is fair and beautiful to see
         As flowers the earth adorn, And though he took her out of man
                             All men of her are born
          Though history. of her see, Is marked by stain of sin
             Was woman,in Heaven chose Of  her,the savior of men, A woman  washed   his feet in tears And wiped them with her hair  
                      And when they  laid him in the tomb
          Was first to visit there And when the Son of God arose
                          To make his Victory known
                       To Mary Magdalene he went
                              First saw him all alone,Though woman did at first transgress
                         The serpent did beguile
                  She's also first in righteousness
                    God's service with a smile, And as you look around today
                     You'll see far more of Eve
                    And wonder if it isn't man now
            The Serpent does deceive   For woman seems to far excel
                     More faithful in the work
                  And all the chores of living here
                     She is seldom known to shirk

                    But should I pick her greatest part
                       Compare them one to other
                            I'd have to say with all my heart
                               The Greatest one is Mother
                              Mother mine and mother wife
                             And mother daughter's too
                          And Mother wive's of our sons
                           And Mother friends like you
                         High and honored is your place
                             Much more than Kings of men
                            So much meaning in the name
                               And so much Love therein!
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