JOB: SORE NO MORE
In the land of Uz lived Job;
Who loved God and hated evil.
Satan decided to test him,
By bringing his life upheaval.
Job had prestige and riches,
Yet he was a family man.
No one or nothing had brought him down,
But the devil thought, "I can."
One day when angels went to God,
Satan tagged along.
"Where'd you come from?" said the Lord.
For Satan didn't belong.
"Have you seen my servant Job?"
God said to the devil that day.
"He is upright and blameless,"
God said in His loving way.
"He serves you only for the gain,"
Sneered Satan without disgrace.
"If he loses those things most precious to him,
He will curse you to your face."
The Lord had faith in Job,
That he could pass this test.
Satan would try to bring him down,
And was eager to begin his quest.
Job's animals were carried off,
His servants were put to the sword.
Others were burned, along with the sheep,
When fire from the raging sky poured.
But the tragedy that followed,
Was the one that would most upset Job.
When he learned his children were killed,
He stood up and tore his robe.
"Naked I came from my mother's womb,
And naked I will depart.
I know the Lord gives and takes away,"
Job praised God from his heart.
But Job never once blamed God.
As the Lord’s own plan uncoiled.
The depth of Job’s great love was proven,
And the devil’s plan was foiled.
Satan and the angels met with God,
As they did the time before.
The devil and God had the same conversation,
But Satan would ask for more.
"Let me harm Job physically;
He'll curse you because of his strife."
"Very well, he's yours," God said,
“But you must spare his life."
Job was afflicted with sores,
From his soles to the top of his head.
They caused him pain and misery;
He wished that he was dead.
From his wife he heard, "Curse God,"
But Job replied from the rubble,
"Shall we accept the good from God,
And not accept His trouble?"
Three so-called friends came to visit,
But their insults sparked Job’s fury.
They offered no comfort or sympathy;
They became his judge and jury.
They haughtily spoke of his pride,
And often accused him of sin.
They questioned his love and honesty;
Job’s patience was wearing thin.
When he begged his friends for pity,
They reprimanded him.
Job complained most bitterly,
For he was as good as them.
"I know my Saviour lives," he insisted,
"On the earth He again will stand."
Job knew when his skin was completely gone,
He would be at God's right hand.
The friends mocked on 'til God questioned Job;
He told Job to pray for his friends.
Job was sorry he second-guessed God;
God then made amends.
For staying faithful to Him,
God blessed Job with more than before.
He gave him beautiful children,
And Job was sore no more.
Becky Wall
