“Then the LORD said to Satan, “Have you considered my servant Job? There is no one on earth like him; he is blameless and upright, a man who fears God and shuns evil.””
LORD I am a soft blaze in a breeze
Gently flowing with the wind
When I move it is in your will
Your way surrounds me and let’s my flame grow strong
Without you I will be a dark vapor that will seize to exist
Let all the earth enjoy my strong golden fame
Let it be as sweet as honey to all creation
I have no peace, no quietness; I have no rest, but only turmoil.”
When did I become in the mist of turmoil?
It tosses and turns me
It’s getting harder and harder to stay upright
Is it my faith be finished before my wax runs dry?
“They send forth their children as a flock; their little ones dance about. They sing to the music of timbrel and lyre; they make merry to the sound of the pipe. They spend their years in prosperity and go down to the grave in peace.”
I still have so much to give
I want to dance for you lord but the storm is too strong
I am holding on by the edge of my wick
Help me to quiet the current that I am currently cursed with
Or to at least learn why I am in the mist of it.
“That is why snares are all around you, why sudden peril terrifies you, why it is so dark you cannot see, and why a flood of water covers you.”
Job 22:10-11 NIV
When will it pass?
I lost the track of days last since I had joy
Before I could handle the breeze but this turbulence is too much for your servant
What will become of my flame?