JOB

JOBE He was from the land of Uz With a feeling pure and bright Blameless, upright, fearing God Yet suffering found him in the night For pain can strike the righteous Not always as punishment Sometimes the furnace proves the gold And teaches trust when all is spent He lost his children, wealth and welfare Sat in ashes, scraped his skin Friends arrived with easy answers But could not touch the pain within He cursed the day that he was born Questioned why the righteous bleed Cried out loud through endless nights With no comfort, no relief Then from the whirlwind came the answer Not soft comfort, not a why But the voice of the Creator Asking Job who formed the sky We suffer too in silent seasons When the heavens give no reply Yet we stand before the whirlwind Learning trust before we die Let Your glory roll like thunder Let Your wonder shake the night Restore the broken, prove Your wisdom In the furnace of our fight Let Your glory roll like thunder Let Your wonder shake the night Restore the broken, prove Your wisdom In the furnace of our fight Let Your glory strike like lightning Let Your wonder make it right Restore the broken, prove Your wisdom In tthe furnace show us light