A Psalm of Ruth Lord, I have laid out my desires before you. Nothing of my heart has been hidden from my creator. I have pleaded with you day and night, year after year That we may taste the joyous fruit of a little doe That our home would be filled with the sound of a girl’s song That four young men would grow up protecting a sweet sister. But your answer to your servant is like a winter’s snow: Still, silent, and beautiful, but bitter to my bones. Your purposes are not yet known to my heart and your ways are a mystery I cry out to you for comfort and for assurance in this death of a dream Yet You, O God, are sovereign and holy You are ever enthroned upon my weary heart For You are worthy Who can count Your mercies and Your loving ways? Your […]