Job Suite: His Story, His Lament, His God, His Response

Blameless and upright, a fearer of God

A man truly righteous, no pious facade

One about whom God was accustomed to boast

And so one whom Satan desired the most

One day the accuser came breathing out lies

"It's Your holy handouts, his faithfulness buys"

And one desperate day, his possessions were lost

His children all killed in one raw holocaust

His children all killed in one raw holocaust

And yet through it all

Through the tears and pain

He worshiped his God

Found no reason to blame

Once more the deceiver denounced and decried

"It's skin for skin, and hide for hide

Strike down his flesh and he'll surely deny

Confess that his praying has all been a lie"

"Very well, take him," the Holy One sighed

But you must spare his life, oh, my son shall not die

So Job was afflicted with terrible sores

Sat down in the ashes to wait for the Lord

Sat down in the ashes to wait for the Lord

And yet through it all

Through the tears and pain

He worshiped his God

Found no reason to blame

A throne of ashes

A crown of pain

A sovereign of sorrow

A mournful reign

May the day of my birth be remembered no more

May darkness and shadow come claim it once more

Why did I not perish on that dreadful day

To sleep now where kings and counselors lay?

What I dreaded most has now come upon me

Why is light given those in misery?

I loathe my own life, so my tears fall like rain

As I find that there is no peace in my pain

Lord, send the comforter now to my door

So that this terror will frighten no more

A counselor between us, to come bear my oath

Someone who could lay a hand on us both

These friends of mine are no comfort to me

So deafly they listen, so blindly they see

Their words and their doctrine, they all sound so true

The problem is, Lord, they're all wrong about you!