Patience Of Jobe Poem by RickyLee Barber

It's been said time and again
As well my memory knows.
The calm I keep, the fair I be
Is remanence of Jobe.
For I myself have often thought,
A handy cap I have.
A temp that stays even so
or short lived made me sad.
A mystery it seemed to me,
how this nature works.
Age has brought a wiser mind
to face is less the hurt.
It has recently appeared to be
a gift to me has come.
The Lord has seen to place a hand,
to show his calming love.
Now for who i truly am
acceptance I do own.
For i know The Lord has givin me
a patience known as Jobe.
(6-1-13)