I don't do well with simple.
Easy is hard to come by.
Wisdom makes me tremble.
Grace makes me sigh.
You're the One who makes and breaks me.
I'm a fool before Your face.
Yet in this flying dust I'm so free.
You put me through Your pace.
You come to me in a whirlwind
that once brought death and destruction.
Then I'm brought to my end
with all Your rhetorical questions.
So I repent in dust and ashes.
I see me when I see You.
Send me, Lord, before the masses,
declaring just how You're true.
Have, to hold, from here foreward.
Have me by the heart.
Have me as Yours, mighty Lord.
Even take me to the start.
© 10-23-09
Author notes
Job 42
How were you left feeling?
Comments
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Wow. Very nice, and very interesting. Great job.
God Bless
Matt.


