Job's Eyes

The birds would laugh at Job

Their song would torture him

Always, a steady rain fell

Soaking and chilling him

He could always see a dry, light place on the horizon

He would walk for miles, muttering

I'm sure this rain won't last

I'm sure it's time is up

Though it's pouring down, I'm sure this rain won't last

As it fell on Job's eyes, this water of doubt

He said, "I'm wading in lies, it's wearing me out

But if you want it, all right

I'll buy it

I'll buy it

I'll buy it

I'll buy it

I'll buy it

The wind screamed

"blood too dirty for mosquitoes

I hope that you die soon

Pray to any god you believe in"

One day, Job screamed back

"Those people, they had families

Their families don't have them

You're not any god I believe in

I hope the rain ruins the work you did

I hope the rain ruins the work you did

At that moment, the clouds parted

Job found himself in the sun

Job's god was left in the storm that he'd created

He moaned

"I'm sure this rain won't last

I'm sure it's time is up

Though it's pouring down

I'm sure this rain won't last."