Job in a Snippet.

(Of course my poetry is nothing compared to his, but this my version - much shorter anyways!)

Had I known all my sacrifices and prayers
Would only bring me such bitterness of soul
That He had blessed me in all my affairs
Only to see how i would last with this cursed bowl.

How deceiving to have such companions to mourn
Under their sackcloths they’re just like demons sent from hell
They dig deeper into my misery and state of forlorn
Claiming all that has become, my secret sins now tell.

My wife who swore on oath to God
To be loyal both to the Almighty and me
Couldn’t stand my sickly state; so she hung out a cord
Wished me curse God and die, out of sheer pity.

All I longed for was someone to go between
Someone who was deserving and yet i could approach
So I’d know why this happened; another view of the scene
And could plead to the Boss on behalf of this roach.

Finally the winds blew and I heard Him say this
"I Am the Lord Who made all things and Who knows All
Dare you question my plans for you be it torment or bliss?"
Immediately I knew I was wrong and to my knees did i fall…

Things don’t always go the way we meticulously planned it
And maybe our life isn’t the smoothest sail we’ve seen
Yet our Father worked it out to the best of the very last bit
And made us perfect tools based on where we have been.

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