Widowed the daughter of Moab at an age ripe,
Journeyed into the land of milk and honey across Jordan.
With a heavy heart and tears dried up to wipe,
Her gods and nation left behind with memories as a burden.
Naomi to her side, during harvest arrived,
Into an alien land with little happiness derived.
In the fields of foreign men, chose she to reap corn,
April was the time with misery forlorn.
Out of the crowds questioned a face, “who is she? ”,
Answered the workmen, “Ruth, the gentile girl”.
The man was Boaz, rewarded her with compassion as sea;
Risen in Naomi, a new hope to see a glow
in Ruth’s eyes and sheen in her curl.
Kinsman immediate being he, she was united with him in wedlock.
Praised Jehovah with joy the wife of Elimelech.
Happiest woman in Bethlehem was Ruth,
With a beautiful son to soothe.
Never leaves providence, a woman in deep despair,
On his chosen heathen child, God’s grace never spare.
Mother of multitudes; the race of Jews,
From her came the harped king and Messiah to millions as muse.
