“Oh Lord, if this were lost instead,
And all I had was You, I would
Be rich, and have the greatest good.”

His hands hung limp beside the gray blood splattered stone and then he knelt and said:
“Oh God, what You had dealt me in this murky day is not what I had thought this bloody blot red stone would bring.”

“What have we done? What is our sin?”

“Your sons and daughters, Job, are dead.”

“Oh God, I cling with feeble fingers
To the ledge of Your great grace.”

Job’s face was full of sores
And every trace of healthy skin
was reddening before her eyes.

“Do you still cling to God?”, she asked.

“There is no hiding sin.”
“Oh, whom have you wronged, once noble Job?”

Beware the thought that all is vain.
In time God’s wisdom will be plain.

“What we have lost God will restore–
That, and Himself, forevermore.”

- John Piper, Job The Book