After
The Harvest (Song For Boaz)
I'm writing this song,
my darling
I'm writing this song.
To you, while you're
gone,
While I'm here,
With our son
I'm writing our song,
Who would have thought,
Sweet Boaz,
I would have caught,
Your eye, in a field?
Stakes were high,
So was the yield.
Who would have thought?
That all of the time
The ground was frozen
We were in despair,
That from beyond time
our God had chosen,
To bring out the
blessed harvest there,
I was a stranger, my
darling,
You brought me in,
where to begin?
I was your kin,
Dear Boaz,
You welcomed me in.
I was alone, cold in
the night,
You kept me warm,
Until it was light,
You promised me then,
You'd put wrong things
right,
You promised me then,
Though all of the time
The ground was frozen
Though we were in
despair,
That from beyond time
our God had chosen,
To bring out the
blessed harvest there,
I told my Mother, Dear
Boaz
I told them all
Of my once empty Shawl,
Now overflowing with
grain,
Well.
I had to explain
And I couldn't contain,
Well dear Boaz, since
I'm writing our song,
I have to say,
Though it could have
gone wrong,
It wasn't so long,
Till our wedding day,
As I look at our son,
dear Husband,
While he's sleeping,
I cant keep from
weeping,
With joy,
For this boy,
As I look at our son,
He has your eyes, my
darling
Will he have your mind?
Will he be kind?
What will God bring
him?
Where will life take
him,
What will he find?
And what of his
Children? Dear darling,
And what will they
build then?
Will they be kings
then?
And will they be
kinsmen,
Like MY Kinsmen,
Will they redeem them?
All of the strangers,
All the oppressed then,
All of the orphans,
will they be blessed then?
I have a feeling,
My darling,
They just might be,
Just like you loved me,
That all of the time
The ground was frozen
We were in despair,
That from beyond time
our God had chosen,
To bring out the
blessed harvest there,
And after the hearts
harvest
After the hardness
After the morning
Emerges from darkness
There is plenty love to
spare,
We will count our
blessings there,
And it wasn't so long,
dear Boaz,
Since he came along,
Our little son,
And while you are gone
I'm writing to say,
Obed started talking
today,
