Job's Plea

Oh my God moves mountains
          though they are faithless

He brings the earthquake
          and walks on the sea

At His word the sun stops
          and the stars stand trembling

He does dazzling works
          His marvels are countless

Yet He slips by me
          soft as a spring

He strikes like a hawk
          and who can stop him

How shall I plead
          with the Master of Monsters

When my God stikes against me
          again and again

When even one breath
          is too much to ask

How shall I plead
          what court is great enough

How can I stand upright
          to His crushing word

Innocence won't defend me
          against the Great Blinder

If indeed I am innocent
          how can I be sure?