Bible Stories: Job (Chapter Xxiii) Poem by Dr John Celes

Job Talks Again:

Though bitter be all my complaints,
God’s hand heavy upon me taints;
I wait for Him to judge my case,
And wish to argue well and face.

I’m waiting for His answer soon;
May be, He could support my pleas,
Or give a verdict against me,
With power immense that He has.

Or should He hear my case fairly,
Bestowing rights of mine again,
I can not see Him presently,
North, south and west or easterly!

I’ve always walked in His footsteps;
I’ve always kept His commandments;
His words I’ve treasured in my heart;
I’ve never dithered on my part.

But if He has decided then,
Who can question His proceedings?
He does whatev’r He desires;
He carries out what He intends.

No one knows what is in His mind,
And so, I tend to fear Him too;
Indeed, God makes my courage fail;
Almighty has me in dismay.

Could darkness hide me from my God?
Could gloom conceal me from my Lord?


(5-6-2007)