She stood so tall a slender reed

Ever bending to your heart

Her face was dark and beautiful

And her hair hung down


She loved when all was taken from her

Loved in spite of pain

Her face was set and her heart was strong

I will not leave your side she said

I’ll go where you must go

Your people will become my own

Your death my resting place


And so they travelled side by side

Mile on weary mile

Until at last they reached the place

That Naomi called home


They reached there in the barley harvest

All the town rejoiced

But Naomi rebuked their joy

My life was always comfortable

My every need was met

But God has dealt unkindly with me now


The woman Ruth found favour

Wherever her feet trod

She sweated in the fields all day

Barely taking rest


The harvesters called out

When they saw their master come

The Lord be with you

And with yours a blessing on your head


Who is this woman here with us

To whom does she belong

Her face so dark  and beautiful

Such loveliness and grace


A Moabite they answered

And told him all her tale

Of how she left her own country

Of sacrifice and love


And everything they told to him

Touched him to the core.

His heart reached out in love to her

He offered her himself


To be redeemer kinsman

To be her sheltering place

He saw beyond her race and creed

To the woman that she was.


Inst….a blessing on your head


And so she took her rightful place

Her place in David’s line.

But what if she had been afraid

And fear had been her master.

And fear had been her master.