Woman: Bone Of My Bones.

Heavenly Father, it's me, your prodigal son.
Not my will, but yours be done.

But have mercy on me, I beg of you please.
I pray to you, Jesus, on bending knees.

I never should have left my wife you gave.
My regret will follow me to my grave.

In spite of all the wrong I do.
She gave me all the love she knew.

When I woke up from my deep sleep.
You'd given life to my rib, so we could "sow and reap."

You brought her to me, my beloved wife.
In her I found the true meaning of life.