Too Wonderful For Me Joyce C Lock In the ancient land of Uz Lived a gentleman called Job. This man was pure and blameless Because he feared his God.   Life was good and true, Living in God's law. Daily he thanked His God For the blessing that he saw.   God gave him lovely daughters And seven strapping guys, Flocks of fluffy sheep, And cattle herds of size.   He was the most significant man Living in the east; With loyal workers for pursuits, From the greatest to the least.   Those handsome sons threw parties For all to wine and dine, Calling to their beautiful sisters For a festive time.   Just in case there was a sin For which someone should pay, Job sacrificed on his altar, Early, every day.   But then, the time drew near For Job to face a test; To see if his constant faith Could survive a mighty quest. Satan had a plan. He was ready, now, to move. Job's hidden motives, He decided he would prove.   God said, "Satan, Have you seen my faithful servant?" Satan spat back, in reply, "He is, only while You're fervent.   If You strip him of his flocks, His family, and his gold ~ Then, he will curse You to Your face. His life will all be sold."   "Very well," said God. "But, you must spare his life." So, Satan took everything (Except for his fearful wife).   Fire burned the sheep and Raiders stole the cattle. A storm killed the family. But, Job's faith still didn't rattle.   He arose up, as usual, To worship of his Lord, "The Lord has blessed my life. He can also wield the sword.   Blessed be the God of heaven, My Father for always. No matter what will happen, My King I will praise."   "Oh no", growled Satan, "I think I lost that round." So, he went back to God For another cruel pound.   "Job still loves Me," God pointed out. Satan retorted, "Let me at his flesh. Then, I'll make him pout!"   "Very well," said God. "I will let you try. But, do spare his life. For, I don't want him die."   So, Satan covered Job Completely, with the blain. He couldn't sit or lie,  For relentless pain.   Along came his three friends, To wallow in his dearth; To listen to Job's agony While he questioned of his birth.   The friends thought they'd help By blaming Job of sin; Believing they were justly Right by accusing him.   Job felt attacked and Confused by their word. He could not recall anything In which he had erred.   People used to seek him For his wise face. So, he cried out, to God, "Please, give me back Your grace.   Why treat me so, With this sore disgrace? Please, make some sense Of this dry barren place.   I cry out for help. But, still, I get no answer. Rid my raging soul, Of overwhelming rancor.   I've always done what's right For each of my mates. I've only known respect At the town council gates.   Now, my friends forget me And cruelly turn aside. Those I love reject me. So, I wish I could die.   But, I will believe, forever, That my Redeemer lives. He'll stand upon the earth,; This, the promise that He gives.   He knows that I have followed Closely, in His step. I treasure all His Words, More than daily bread.   When He has done with testing, I will shine forth as gold. All of life's decrees, I know that He will hold.   Darkness strikes my bones; Gnawing pain that doesn't rest. Gone are the days When others saw my best.   My life just ebbs away. Suffering grips my soul. But, by God's power, His clothing makes me whole.   To have one angel on my side To make everything all right, One who can mediate and win The never ending fight.   To be gracious unto me, Spare me from the night. He could be my ransom, Restore to me the light."   The Lord spoke softly, "Quiet, Job.  Listen to Me, now. Who gives man his wisdom? Where is the source of power?   See My creation, The heaven's in their splendor. I bring all things.  I see all things;  the mighty to the tender."   Job cried, "How unworthy Now, I feel, to even speak to You. I have no more to say. Do what You have to do.   You have the victory Over all the evil foes. You lasso, then tie his tongue, And lead him by the nose.   Though he beg to You for mercy, To make a new contract, He is Your slave.  He lies beaten, Forever kicking on his back.   You have harpooned and Subdued him, with a mighty raid. For though none has any claim to You,  With love, the price You paid.   Oh, Lord, I cease my endless struggle, In the glistening of Your wake. I cannot stand before You, The graceful form You take.   Fire darts from Your lips. Your eyes glow as the dawn. When You rise up, all men retreat; Their strength completely torn.   You look down on the haughty. You're over all the proud, I believe You do all things. To You I humbly bow.  I have spoken of things Too wonderful to know. My eyes have seen, my ears have heard. Please, make my faith to grow.   I'm but a little worm and Repent in dust and ashes. You, so abundantly, bless me when I deserve only of Your lashes.   Oh, Lord, You love me so, pouring grace into my heart. You lift me up, so now I know You more, Much more, than at the start."

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