There was a man named Job,
He wore an expensive robe,
For he was very wealthy,
And he was also quite healthy.

Then one day Satan came along,
And ripped his life in two,
Killed his sons and daughters,
And all his animals too.

He loved God before, 
Satan took his joy away,
He loved God after,
No curses he would say.

He had two friends,
Who were of little use,
No soothing words of comfort,
Did their mouths produce.

God appeared on the scene,
And took him aside,
To ask him many a thing,
Like where does the night hide,
Who fathers the dew,
Who made the wild donkey free,
And how the eagle flew.

On his words Job did stumble,
For God had made him very humble,
He had to confess,
In everything God knows best.

 

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