Job waits for me
Blocking the way to the book of Psalms
Job’s children die
I don’t care about the sheep
Oxen and Camels?
Even the servants are little more than faces in the crowd
His children die
They had a party
They were all in one house
How nice that all the kids get along
There’s no feuding
No bickering
They chose to get together
Must be a blessing to Job
His children love one another
Until they die
Job still trusts God
His body fails
Pain and torment
His children are dead
His wife loses patience
Curse God and die! She tells him
His children are dead
His best friends come
With the haughtiest of best intentions
They instruct
They correct
They irritate
His children are dead
God speaks
He is beyond judgement
His ways too high to understand
He made a bet with Satan
Job’s children are dead
Job is restored
His friends eat crow
He’s got Oxen, sheep
Camels, servants
New children are born
Just as many as before
His new daughters are pretty
Their names are even mentioned in the bible
These children give Job
Grandchildren
Great grandchildren
Great great grandchildren
Whew
Glad that’s over
Long happy days for Job
His children are dead
For a hundred and forty years
Job knows
His children are dead
His servants report another good year with the donkeys
His children are dead
Hey Job
We snipped another hundred oxen
His friends say
You were right all along
Don’t we look silly?
His children are dead
God won his bet with Satan
Las Vegas has God as a 12-1 favorite for the
Apocalyptic rematch
Job’s children are dead
Job is now dead as well
Maybe four thousand years past
I read the book of his testing
Forty-two chapters
Most of it dedicated to
Bad advice
And I never get past chapter one
Verse nineteen
A wind blows
A great spirit
A house falls
Job’s children are dead