”Then Job arose, tore his robe, and shaved his head, and he fell to the ground and worshiped.”  (1:20)

”For I know that my Redeemer lives,...after my skin is destroyed, this I know, that in my flesh I shall see God!”  (19:25, 26)

Tune:  Amazing grace

Job fell abased with trembling lips
And worshiped full of pain,
His troubles were like many whips,
Yet He did not complain.

He worshiped not the easy way,
God put him there alone
Upon a potsherd heap of clay
No mercy he was shown.

He worshiped though his wife advised,
”Curse God and then just die!”
A foe he saw in her disguised,
Her words he did not buy!

He worshiped and then said the word,
”He slays, but still I trust!  (Job 13:15)
Nay, my Redeemer´s voice I´ve heard,
He´s there upon my dust!”

His friends were ”good”, and yet so blind,
Job´s words they did exceed,
In God Job did however find
The answer for his need!

This story is for you and me
Who know the many pains
As stings deep in your soul maybe?
Yet God the same remains!

-jn-

Aug. 23, 2010