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)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem