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A Song of Job

Hurt and brokeness has become my song.
O' voice of despair,
sing along,
"Though He slay me,
Yet I sing,
My redeemer lives,
Though unseen."

Those around desire to sift,
No comfort upon thier lips.

O' voice of despair,
sing along,
"Though He slay me,
Yet I sing,
My redeemer lives,
Though unseen,
He is my King."

What is learned from my troubled tale?
God is alive,
Love never fails,
Though broken now,
My joy is found,
as Eternity's Skies,
now surround.

Job 13:15 Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.

# posted by John Brobst @ 8:55 AM