Sister Job

Like a goat watching her kid boil in her milk, My how Sister Job's heart must have ripped. Clasping her breast and beating her head when she discovered her children were dead. Then searching for shelter- some place to hide to mourn- somewhere to cry And finding only relics of what her children had left from the time they roamed free - alive - in good health. Turning to her lord needing his hand. Finding him a boil squatting in ashy sand. Turning to her priest needing a prayer. Only to watch him scrape off his skin with shattered earthenware. Thinking it was God who murdered her babes. Yet Job remained faithful. "My Man is Crazed!" Angry enough to become Satan's tool. "Curse God and die!" There was nothing else to lose- having no words to say after being reproved. She must have walked with head low, for her man's breath she could stand no more. But, what did she have left to lose since they were her children too. It had been strife in his flesh oh poor man Job when his bitter wife could stand him no more. Being once alone under hardened stares. Knowing she'd said curse God and be dead. But his love was long-suffering and could never fail. A blameless and upright servant of God. His love was long-suffering and could never die. So when the time came on behalf of his wife Job prayed... and Jah accepted and forgave... for LOVE understood- They were her children too.