Job's Tears
Life within my soul,
Drawn to make me whole
Deep inside of me
Which God alone may see;
I have not His piercing eyes
Nor His vast discernment wise.
Deepest depth nor highest height
Lie not in the purview of my sight;
Columns that first my being bore,
Skies whither my dreams may soar,
Foundations that long ago were laid,
Stage and script of life's drama played;
All things of immense importance,
Steps of this life's intricate dance.
Still I strut, declaim, and bow,
Like I knew the why and how
Where that my life is drawn
Whence it yet may dawn
Pieces within the whole
Knit integrity of soul.
God, my Maker now I cry,
Create me anew, lest I die.
© August 1, 2008 Albert K. Jungers All rights reserved
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