Smart Man
SMART MAN
Who can tip over the water jars of the heavens
when the dust becomes hard
and the clods of the earth stick together?
Job 38:37b-38 NIV
SMART MAN
Smart man, God gave
you hands - to fill a water jug,
to sprinkle the garden.
Who has bought powdered water,
wrung out the rain from a cloud,
picked the dewdrops, like petals
from the sky? Smart man, who?!
Smart man, who turns to dust
after one hundred years,
who waters your grave, after
the mourners walk away?
How heavy, the water jars
of heaven? The angels huge
with wings, kick them over
at God’s command, not man’s.
Are we just clods, that stick
together. We are set to flight
only at the Lord’s command,
indefensible. Our tongues
cannot stick out to catch
a rain that does not exist.
Resist the Lord, smart man?
Is he not a friend? Is he not
the living water, the living end?
6/21/2022
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