(Translated from Creole version)
I’m truly an important tool inside God’s house
As they get water from a well they pulled me from man’s rib
Many call me flower when they see me stand in beauty
I give birth with pain due to disobedience
Nine months I carry a person within to give back what I took
But a day is too long to take what must be returned later
When flower fades you don’t see its beauty but I have a secret
When skin deep beauty betrays me inside my heart true love’s rays pierce
Age and experience entwine to show the kids the way
Where love abides always in a land we’re invited
I explained to them well that love can’t be compared
So they don’t fall into mischief or be tricked by imposters
I told them the Blood of Jesus shed, do wash away all sins
And if they give Jesus their heart and live for Him alone
They too can be an important tool in the house of the Living God
Like me a little pole in God’s Temple, they call me WOMAN
Written October 21, 2003
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 