In the fields where grains do grow,
A widow followed a man we know.
Her tears were shed, her heart was pained,
Yet she found favor, the man explained.
Harvest time brought joy and cheer,
But danger lurked, the night was near.
The man offered protection, a noble deed,
His kindness did the widow feed.
But there was more, a closer bond,
Their love did grow, their hearts were fond.
Marriage they made, a family begun,
Their son did rise, a new day had come.
This story told in ancient scrolls,
A tale of love, redemption’s folds.
In the pages of this famous book,
The story of Ruth and Boaz you will look.
What is this book, tell me true,
Written ages ago, but still ringing new?
A tale of loyalty, faithful love,
Ruth’s book in the Bible, from above.