Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Job's Song


In broken, beaten words and sobs
I bring you all I am.
One heart, two hands, one weakened voice
A poor, disheveled lamb.

Life has left its livid scars
And love left naught but pain.
The sun is hidden, wrapped and cloaked
In endless, drenching rain.

But still I cry, before the world
That tries to bury me.
And still I stand and still I raise
My arms in praise to Thee.

And though, Lord, I exalt You
Through one thousand streaming tears.
I will sing in adoration
For the next one thousand years.

10 comments:

Old Altonian said...

Beautiful words, beautiful thought.
Lovely poem.

lightverse said...

I think these words should be in a hymn book...definitely words of exaltation. ☼

Lilibeth said...

"sing in adoration for the next one thousand years" and he has, hasn't he...for over three thousand years even. This is a triumphant poem written beautifully.

Johanna said...

This is beautiful,Carina. :)

Karen Whittal said...

I wish we could all have this kind of faith, in adversity

Matt Merritt said...

Gorgeous as always.

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

This is heart warming..

outstanding writing...

Jingle Poetry said...

keep it up.

love your brilliant words.

share with us again.

JamieDedes said...

Extremely well done. Bravo! My best read tonight, possibly all week. Thank you! Nice to meet a pro...

Olivia said...

Very well composed.. Perfect rhymes with powerful meaning!

May you keep singing and joy be with you..
Many Hugs xxxx