Ruth - a poem.

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God’s grace poured out
   on Ruth in a barley field
great handfuls of purpose,
   gleaned she a great yield. 

Poor and a stranger, yet
   trusting under His wing
Stooping after the reapers,
   her heart began to sing.
 
For today and days to come,
   grain enough and more.
She found grace in His eyes,
   and her soul began to soar.
 
Returning again in veil to ask
   this man - provider and shield.
Was bought with a price
   and to her redeemer was sealed.
 
~ Doug Heckaman II  
  
 

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