The Lord has blocked my path,
And so I cannot go on;
But I am spared His wrath,
Hoping for a new dawn.
My path has turned so dark,
He has stripped me of grace;
I see not to embark,
So I can see His face.
He has taken my crown,
Off the top of my head;
No smile but a frown,
With no food to be fed.
He beats me to the ground,
Uproots hope like a tree;
I hear an angry sound,
He is angry with me.
He thinks I am a foe,
His troops ready to attack;
Marching down as they flow,
No way can I turn back.
My brothers are afar,
They stay away from me;
Treating me like a scar,
As morbid as can be.
My friends are like strangers,
My relatives the same;
Knowing it endangers,
My reputable name.
I am a foreigner,
Right within my own land;
A dry docked mariner,
Standing on sinking sand.
My breath offends my wife,
And my children despise;
It is the end of my life,
With closing of my eyes.
C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
Job 19:8-22
