This Self Today
My life is like the book of Job,
Full of suffering, itch and sorrow;
I think I said that once before;
Yesterday, today, again tomorrow.
Satan in the book of Job
Is the being most to blame;
Though of course behind his work
God’s questions break the frame.
Life’s a blessed mystery,
No one quite knows how;
The only moment that we have
Is God’s eternal Now!
Time’s a river flowing fast.
Pain is suffering meant to test us,
Break us, make us, cause despair
Until in death Christ may attest us.
Tomorrow, who knows, though faith tends to remain constant.
Scary selfie follows. I apologize for both photo and verses. LES
