O land of Uz, in you a foe his protest lodged
Against God’s awesome grace
And thrust Job toward a giant growth of faith.
His tests severe: offspring slashed by sword,
Wealth wrought to naught, and body burst
Entire with agonizing boils,
Till succor ceased.
Assailed him without a trace of grace,
Raised against Job’s innocence
Job pled for death,
Yet glimpsed a life hereafter.
Job cried to God for meeting; but with Mediator.
O’er blind mazes he Faith’s scaffold formed
Upreaching, inequities acceding,
Till, tempest-throated, God to Job’s queries hied
... And Job? He died.
Died first to pride, then to self expired.
God’s questions left him still enmired;
But raised him up a better man—
Equipped to pray, forgive, and long
Inspire others when they dare to reach
Beyond what’s always been,
And Faith extend to God beyond our ken.