The poetry of a yielded heart
posted Monday, August 1, 2005 :: 5:13 AM
Then Job arose And tore his robe and shaved his head And fell on the ground and worshiped.
And he said “Naked I came from my mother’s womb And naked shall I return The LORD gave And the LORD has taken away Blessed be the name of the LORD.”
“Though He slay me Yet will I trust in Him.”
In all this Job did not sin Or charge God with wrong.
Job 1:20-22
Previously: Portrait of a yielded heart
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