GOLD

              Gather 'round God's Table

              Open~minded; Job shall Tell ~

              Listen how his Story

              Draws God's portrait so Well !

              Great were his Afflictions

              Old comforters reason'd Why ~

              Lo, curse God, his wife Said

              Don't suffer ~ Job, just DIE !

              Grief~stricken and Bereft

              Of riches and much More ~

              Loss of his dear Children

              Dismally cover'd with awful Sores.

              God permit'd satan's Schemes

              Old Job, would God , Deny? ~

              Lashing him with Evils

              Defy God ~ the enemy's Cry !

              Good Job, tho' wrack'd with Pain

              Only uttered God's Defense ~

              Let God slay me, yet I'll trust Him

              Does not He give Recompense?

              Great is God's Reward

              Old friends ~ hear Carefully ~

              Lesser men than You

              Don't have a chance of swaying Me

              Grant me my opinions So

              Offered in Humility ~

              Leviathan could ne'er be Tamed

              Driven ~conquer'd by one like Me !

              God, my Redeemer Liveth

              Oh ~ how cherish'd is His Grace ~

              Let this body return To

              Dust ~ yet I shall see Him face to
                    
                                Face !

              God correct'd Job's three Comforters

              Of them, burnt sacrifice Required ~

              Lest satan receive a Victory

              Drive Job from God as He Desired !

              Good Job's end God richly Bless'd

              Oh ~ lovely is his story Told ~

              Let Job speak ~ "When I am Tried

              Doubt not ~ I shall come forth as

                            G O L D ! "

                    Mary Carter Mizrany

                    July 7, 2002

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   Hold your peace, let me alone,

   that I may speak, and let come

   on me what will.

   Wherefore do I take my flesh

   in my teeth, and put my life

   in mine hand?

   Though he slay me, yet will

   I trust in him; but I will

   maintain my own ways before him.

   He also shall be my salvation:

   for a hypocrite shall not come

   before him.

   Job 13:13~16