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    Great wind from the wilderness.
    Oh. What has God wrought!
    Great Wind of the wilderness,
    Why has thou forsaken me?
    There is time. There is a time.
    A time to build up.
    A time to break down.
    A time to win, a time to lose
    A time to get and a time to give .

    I said, so clear in my heart,
    “God, He shall judge,
    The Righteous and the wicked,
    For there is a time
    And every purpose
    For every work,”
    Said David’s son
    Ecclesiastes, the preacher.

    And what of Job in the land of Uz?

    So Said Job in the land of Uz,

    “Your hands have made me,
    Fashioned me all together,
    Round and around about,
    Yet, you have destroyed me,
    So much so, that my soul chooses
    A merciless strangling and death
    Rather then life, life as it is.”
    So said Job In the land of Uz.

    A torrential torment of loss,
    Such suffering in the catacombs
    All comprehension gone awry,
    Forsaken in the Stones of darkness,
    Insanely ravaged by shadows of death –
    A long weeping trail and one shattered life.

    Father, Husband, Disaster, much more,
    Untimely sorrow in so great of a heart.
    And what else of Job?

    What of the name?
    Oh what has God wrought and why?
    This man known as righteous?
    Childless now? Forsaken?
    To every one, there comes a time;
    A time to weep, a time to laugh,
    A time to mourn, a time to dance,
    All is forgotten. All is forgotten!
    Unbalanced now.
    A lion’s den,
    A den of errors;
    The Lion of Judah,
    Written on tablets of stone.
    For everything, a time will com.
    For every purpose under heaven?
    The Lion Of Judah,
    Gently protecting
    The Eternal Stone.

    A misty vision, richly clouded,
    Toward the mountainous valleys;
    Snow, sea, lightening and treasures
    Water course of tender herbs
    Drops of dew,
    Sweet Pleiades,
    Bends of Orion.
    The Ordinances –
    Of heaven-born wisdom;
    The Ancient greatness
    Of days – days now gone by.

    Job sits humbly, wounded;
    The cave of his heart
    Mortally wounded
    Tormented by the vast terrors
    Of glorious Yesterdays.

    Of God? God watches,
    Waits and wonders –
    An unseen spirit
    In the whirlwind cloud,
    Looking to Job as He and speaks –
    In remembrance of creation,
    Reminding him of creation,
    “And where were you?”
    “Where were you?”

    In the cave found within
    Job’s tormented heart;
    A light appears and God speaks –
    And then Job remembers,
    When the morning stars
    All sang together,
    And the Sons of God,
    All of God’s sons,
    Shouted for Joy!
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