God loves you;
Don't be so blue.
Yes, you have troubles
More than man's share, certainly double.
No, you're not to blame:
You have no infamy to claim.
You've lost your livelihood.
With one blow, death took your brood.
Your body is racked with pain,
And your marriage is under a great strain.
Your best friends comfort you with accusation
That for your sins you have now received your compensation.
Job, hold on a little while.
You can make it another mile.
This storm is sure to pass.
You'll see God's hand to help you at last.
Be patient, be strong, be true.
God is standing with you.
“For I reckon that the sufferings of this present
time are not worthy to be compared with the
glory which shall be revealed in us.”