Have you an arm like God, and can you thunder with a voice like his?
Long ago in early days
at an ancient city gate
You taught a man Your ways
rewarded his love and made him great.
Job sat like a king
as others sought his advice
You gave him everything
impressed with holiness and lack of vice
And he served You faithfully
others knew his kindness
until the enemy in jealousy
asked to tear him down to sadness
Your sovereign will knew
that in his heart Job still loved You
so the tragedy started and grew
mounting losses of all given by You
Job wept in pain with riches and children gone
but trusted You as in control
and when disease destroyed his skin he hung on
while others cursed, he would not let go
Friends came to comfort his grief
but only spouted accusation
each spoke words with no relief
adding to growing frustration
Job cried to You to come
and speak words of deliverance;
he hoped in You, though numb
from pain, confusion... bewilderment
And then at last You spoke to him
Job learned a lesson not forgot...
he did not need You to explain Yourself to him
for.. "You are God; I am not."