After The Harvest

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,