What if Job had sent his friends away and remained silent.
What if he had concentrated on God's power and glory?
What if he had contemplated his conception and birth
under a star studded night sky?
But no, his emotions rose, the fire burned, and he said:
"...You never told me about this part.
I should have known there was more to it...
So, why did you have me born?
I wish I had never lived--a stillborn,
buried without having breathed.
Isn't it time to call it quits on my life?"
Does this sound at all familiar?
See the new story: “Grieving.”
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