The book of Job sits on the shelf; I stare him down
pretending not to cry
He wants me to know him
He wants to prepare me for one day my children will die
Dear Job, I think you should know
I'm not righteous or slender
Warm-hearted or tender
No beautiful smile
I'm not wealthy or humble
I've tried to be successful, but the bitterness gets in the way
Dear Job, my children will stay
Praise be to God above
He gives me the power to see
I'm not like the man he wants me to be;
I'm scared of the things I know
I've read His word, the stories He told
And most of all I remember, dear Job
I've lived the lies for you
I've denied that God is just and true
And He leaves my children here,
But, I bleed inside; I'm made up of ice
It burns like the cross on a demon,
My eyes don't cry
Dear Job, I'm scared to try
And praise be to God above
He gives me the power to see
I'm not like the man He wants me to be
I'm scared of the things I know
I've read His word, the stories He told
And most of all I remember, dear Job
The book of Job sits on the shelf, and he stares me down, pretending not to cry
He wants me to know him,
He wants to prepare me for one day my children will die
Dear Job, I think it's time
We're closing our eyes
Amen, my children
They're here with me.

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