I <br /> <br />Lord, <br />Thou art God and I Thy servant, <br />I bow to Thy will in all things <br />And question not Thy wisdom. <br />Thou hast set me suffering, <br />Scattering my wealth, <br />Taking my children, <br />And yet, I glorify Thee. <br />Thou set upon my skin reddened boils <br />And I lay in dust and ashes <br />As Thou wouldst have me <br />And still, I am Thy tool. <br /> <br />In my pain I cry for justice, <br />And Thy answer only: Thou art God. <br />My companions said repent my sins <br />For my suffering is surely a sign from God, <br />Yet Thee reproacheth them <br />And say they art the sinners <br />And I the blameless one. <br /> <br />Thou, in Thy mysterious wisdom, <br />Resored my wealth <br />And gave unto me children <br />And years to see unto the fourth generation. <br />And, in the fullness of my years, <br />I heeded Thy call for home. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Lord, <br />I recline now at the foot of Thy throne, <br />And in my heavenly reward, <br />I humbly ask for Thy indulgence <br />To answer that which vexes me sorely: <br />Lord, do Thou as God all-powerful, <br />Followeth Thy law of just treatment? <br />Can Thou distain Thy law and <br />Yet still be God? <br />Did Thou thinkest I loved my first born <br />Less because Thou bestowest others? <br />Does the adversary rule Thy actions <br />With his chiding? <br />I asked only to be judged <br />On balanced scales, <br />Yet, like a dishonest butcher, <br />Thou caste eyes to Satan, wink, and lay <br />Thy thumb on the weighted pan.<br /><br />Charles Darnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/consider-job/
