Patience
was Job's middle name,
And a godly man
was he,
All his life he
loved his God,
And he prayed
most fervently.
Satan challenged
God direct,
He said, "Job
loves you for your gifts,
Take his herds
and wealth away,
And you will see
how his love shifts."
Then God gave
Job great trials,
As He accepted
Satan's dare,
Job wondered
what he had done wrong,
And he had
moments of despair.
But he still
trusted God,
He knew God
would not forsake him,
And, hurting
though he was,
His faith had
not been shaken.
Job lost his
closest family,
And he lost his
personal wealth,
His house
collapsed; his servants left,
He almost lost
his health.
Well-meaning
friends and neighbors,
Told Job how
really bad he'd sinned,
Somehow he had
dishonored God,
And God must
punish him.
"No!" cried Job,
"I love my Lord,
I behave better
than most men,
I'm not ashamed
in any way,
I've proved it
time and time again."
His skin broke
out in boils,
A grotesque,
ugly sight to see,
Poor Job -
alone, unloved, in pain,
Yet cried, "God
has not deserted me."
"I have not
sinned against my Father,
God knows this
very well,
I glorify and
worship Him,
Though I hear my
own deathbell"
"I do not
understand my pain,
Why this has
happened, I don't know,
I've nothing
left but my Lord now,
All else, I
willingly let go."
Job's spirit was
not broken,
Though all he
owned was gone,
He no longer
looked for answers,
And his love for
God stayed strong.
Satan lost his
challenge,
He gave up with
much disgust,
He did not seem
to understand,
That loving God
was quite enough.
