Boaz Timing

writin’ at night, still cold on the side church every day, still war in my mind they say “His will”—I don’t argue that line I just pray His will bring her back into mine Ruth in the field, head low, no chase gleanin’ what’s left, still trustin’ His grace I don’t run down, I stay in my place if it’s real covenant, time won’t erase Boaz ain’t rush, he watched how she move virtue ain’t loud, it’s shown in the groove so I sharpen my steps, I got nothin’ to prove if favor fall right, He got nothin’ to lose pray through the night, still callin’ her name not idol love, but I honor the flame if You wrote this bond, don’t let it just fade redeem what You joined, don’t let it degrade loss hit Ruth before favor got seen emptied her hands, then filled in between so if fire refine what I thought it would be then rebuild it right, if it’s truly from Thee I stand in the field, I don’t force, I don’t chase I build, I align, I stay under grace if she part of my call, You don’t misplace so I wait on the Lord, not the speed of the race still that tension—Your will over mine but I’m hopin’ Your will got her back in my line not demandin’, just real, You can see through the spine I want covenant whole, not a half-design ⸻ if it’s Your will, don’t let it die I’m in the field, still look to the sky seed in the ground, tears in my eyes if You restore it, You get all the glory, not I (if drop hits harder) if it’s Your will, bring it back, make it right I been prayin’ all day, I been fightin’ all night Ruth in the field, I ain’t leavin’ my sight till You move in the dark and You bring it to light