Ruth's Roots

We won't talk about the pain,

the throes and pangs.

The uneven tides, 

the scores of my afflictions.

The rain of tears, 

the tears for the future, 

the burden for His people.

No. It's not about hope, 

For it was beyond luxury.

It was uneven, 

with unsettled scores, 

Yet, she loved faith, 

And cherished perseverance.

At last, she bore our Shiloh.