I toss and turn all through the night
And wonder if it’s wrong or right
Is it a sin to say to God,
“Oh Lord, I think your system’s flawed”
Or will He love me any less
If I blame Him for my distress?
My mind thinks back to servant Job,
I tremble as he tears his robe
And shaves his very head of hair
And cries to God a humble prayer,
“The Lord who gives and takes away,
I’ll bless him even on this day.”
But was it sin for Job to say,
It was the Lord who took away?
And in his weary worship song,
Did this great man charge God with wrong?
Or does God only rule the light?
And Satan triumphs in the night?
Who should I curse when trials come?
I search and wonder who they’re from
Did God devise this scary plan?
Or is this all in Satan’s hand?
Is this dark storm beyond His might?
Or am I solo on this flight?
When questions enter in my mind
His word reminds me, He is kind
Job did not sin when he proclaimed
It was the Lord who took away
He did not charge his God with wrong
When he cried out his worship song
So when I do not understand
The mighty way He guides His hand
I’ll bless the Lord for bad and good
And know that only His hand could
Put me through a grueling test
While still protected in His nest
He only gives and takes away
In order to at last portray
His perfect kindness and His plan
To rescue undeserving man
His will, when times are good or grim
Is so we might know more of Him
20 Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and worshiped. 21 And he said, “Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked shall I return. The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.” 22 In all this Job did not sin or charge God with wrong.