written by: Mary Nwanua
As a stranger, I wandered away from the love of my father.
In his glory, I felt choked.
The land of Moab looked better and fruitful to me.
My belonging and my life in my hand, I left, never to look back again. I thought.
In the land of Moab, I tasted the good.
Oh, my father was indeed wicked, I yelled.
How does a father deprive his daughter of many blessings?
No, I refuse to look at Him again.
In the land of Moab, I mingled.
As I giggled with them, I got entangled.
The warnings of my father became a mere threat to me.
Amid the excitement, my father’s voice became faint.
Slowly I lost his touch, his voice, his sight, and his will.
My father became a stranger to me.
I lost his face.
Days became months, and months became years.
My happiness soon turned sour.
I lost my treasured GARMENT, and then I lost His COVERING.
The plague of the land began to crawl in
Soon my dwelling place became a host to the fleas.
Then the friends of the land deserted me.
Oh Moab, all I have done was seek pleasure from you.
Oh Moab, in you, I lost my glory.
Oh, Moab, I came with a surplus, but I leave with sorrow.
Oh Moab, why make Marah out of me.
Oh Moab, a haven to others but anguish to me.
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