Saturday, November 24, 2012

testing

enter the session of questions/
friends tell me say your confessions/
but should I not recieve bad after so many blessings
/there trying to find the cause/falsely accusing and guessing/
but I refute these supposed freinds and ask God for direct lessons/

since all at once, I lost all I had/
I'm no longer wealthy/and these wounds hurt real bad/
stolen by bandits and the whirlwind/
this pain is too much/ oh Lord, make it end/

You shoulda seen my camels, and cattle, and sheep/
I prayed daily for my kids, who rode the sands10 deep/
 but now it's all gone/ and I don't know why/
foolish wife tells me to curse God so I'll die/
 but I try, to see His face though my tear filled eyes/
answers for this contradiction I require/
should the righteous be afflicted with fire,
 aint justice what we all desire,
human's all wrong, so I take my case higher/

cut scene-stories background/
everybody was coming to God, telling what they'd found/
God asked the accuser, have you seen my servant Job?/
how he is righteous, clean like new robes/
 but the accuser pleads hold/
let us test/
his love for you's only cause he's been blessed/
God said take his stuff, but don't touch him/
So the accuser took it all, but Job STILL DIDN'T SIN/
accuser shrug hey man skin for skin/
let me give him pain, and then we'll see who win/

resume-
Dust and Ash/
I tried to walk the wholly path/
but still I sit here like a sinner and feel the heat of God's wrath/
it's hard to see why I was even born/
handmade out of clay, now an object of scorn/
these fake fossil friends tell me I don't understand/
that if I do good wont I get good from God's hand/
 but their multitude of words just add's to my strain/
man's hope is destroyed, he only feels his own pain/
Now they calling me Godless and shaking there head/
 miserable comforters make a man wish he's dead/
 surely it's God who's broken me like a vase/
 cut open my kidneys, put boils on my face/
an what do I want, but to plead my case/
 like a man does with his neighbor, before my soul is laid waste/

back and forth the arguments go/ afta Job's final appeal/the old friends have nothing to show/ but young man Elihu decides he'll give it a go/

now that the others have told there part/ I gotta start/ cause there's an abundance of words in my heart/ first Job's friends, ya'lls arguments are useless/ leaving hungry for conclusions like a crocodile toothless/ and Job
God is far greater than man,
you say you want Him to answer, but it's men who don't understand,
He speaks in dream and visions, healing and pain,
He redeems souls from Sheol again and again,
If God wanted, he could take back His spirit and  breath,
and there'd be nothing left on earth - except death.
Job your speaking like a fool,
questioning God, I can't keep my cool,
You act like you've done God a favor for living right,
Do you hurt Him with your evil, people only call when there in fright,
but who marvels at His glory throughout the night.

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Alright so ever bodies said there piece right...
Uh-Oh, gird yourself like a man, cause out of the storm is coming our grand finally!

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