Jobe Poem by Randy McClave
Jobe
There was a man whose name was Jobe,
Who walked the wilderness in his robe.
I said unto Jobe rest from your sorrow,
He said that he would when it comes tomorrow.
He's says a man must work for his sweat,
And when he does there is no regret.
He said one day that he will rest and then retire,
Then God said unto Jobe, tonight your soul I require.
Randy L. McClave
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