I’m teaching a Bible study class and we are currently in the book of Job. This week I’ve written a Scripture poem from chapters 1-3 . . .
Job lived in the land called Uz, Upright, righteous – that he was
He shunned evil all his days , And sacrificed for sinful ways
His children had their dad to thank, When satan roamed and pulled some rank
The Lord God knew His servant well, And satan thought he’d news to tell
But Job praised God that fateful day, Though beasts and children fell away
The devil, yes that stinking one, Came back again . . . he was not done
From head to toe poor Job had sores, And painful stuff from all his pores
His wife was not a lot of help, “Curse God and die” she had to yelp
Job feared God and held his ground, The friends that came, they made no sound
Poor old Job, in chapter three, Sounds like I would, had it been me.
I often whine and cry and weep, Sometimes I cannot even sleep
Then, when I realize my fault, and read His Word, I’m worth my salt
It lifts me up, it makes me sing, So praise the Lord – YES praise the King!
YOU AMAYZE ME 