Upon his path, Judah strode, to Adullam, where his new abode.

There he met a Canaanite fair, and took her hand, their lives to share.

Three sons she bore, their fates entwined,

Yet sorrow struck in cruel design.

Er, the eldest, walked astray, and thus his life was swept away.

His widow, Tamar, left to grieve, To Onan’s care, a hope reprieved.

Yet he denied his brother’s claim, so his own life, he too lost in shame.

Judah bid his daughter wait, For Shelah, young and bound by fate.

Yet days turned years, and silence grew, no promise kept, no pathway new.

Tamar then devised a guise, a veil to shroud her knowing eyes.

By the roadside she did stay, As Judah passed upon his way.

He sought her, blind to who she was, A pledge was given, sealed because.

A ring, a cord, a staff in hand, their secret kept at her command.

But soon the truth was brought to light, A charge declared, a moment tight.

Yet in her hands, proof did lie, His tokens told, no need to deny.

“She is more righteous,” Judah sighed, His error seen, his heart contrived.

From the ashes, honor emerged, and Tamar’s story was retold.

© Unknown Christian