The hand of God,
has this day,
made me from the stuff of earth,
ash and clay.
I am alone,
my tears fall upon the earth,
and God cries rain with me.
I lay upon my brother ground,
restless sleeping.
No one, to lie beside me.
And God, in wisdom and compassion,
steals in the night like a thief,
my rib from my side.
In artistry and craft,
he shaped you for me,
a precious gift,
of golden red blood and silver white skin.
No more beautiful thing has God made,
in all the earth and heavens.
And He has given you to me, and me alone.
To love and cherish,
till death do us bring together,
in ash with our brother earth.
And in heaven with our Lord God.