Heaven is a buzz, The Sons of God, have not gone home, for never was so much required , of an Angel or a man, but Jōb, has the stage, he is the star of this play, and his lines, ad-libbed for time, are delivered with skill, skill of a veteran of concentration and prayer... Of practice, wisdom and care... We overhear the sons, voice their concerns... Has the wayward one lost his mind, to challenge God, these two times? And who is Jōb, and does he have the fight, to battle all with his suffering mind? All he had he can not hide, His wealth, strength, and his children's līves, gone in a day, i. Such a short time, and did you hear his wife, his grieving wife, and the pain in his eyes, when she said, curse God and die! Can you hear them cry, How long O God, must he suffer and cry, How long, will he last, as he begs in silence, O Lord let me die! And what is God's answer, with tears in His eyes, "till He has full victory", this God might sigh, but we must keep silent, till the adversary cry's, it is enough, His trust is his prize! I hear you say, where can I find, this conversation, or is it a lie? No from scripture we glean, God eases our mind, when he says Come, let us discuss, with reasonable minds, so we understand, when we ask God, why? Yes it's not written, in the good book, but we can imagine, how it must look, that God would let Satan, have his own way, to show him the power, of a righteous man's faith!
