Then the LORD addressed Job out of the storm and said: Who is this that obscures divine plans with words of ignorance? Gird up your loins now, like a man; I will question you, and you tell me the answers! Where were you when I founded the earth? Tell me, if you have understanding. Who determined its size; do you know? Who stretched out the measuring line for it? Into what were its pedestals sunk, and who laid the cornerstone, while the morning stars sang in chorus and all the sons of God shouted for joy? And who shut within doors the sea, when it burst forth from the womb; when I made the clouds its garment and thick darkness its swaddling bands? When I set limits for it and fastened the bar of its door, and said: Thus far shall you come but no farther, and here shall your proud waves be stilled! Have you ever in your lifetime commanded the morning and shown the dawn its place orf taking hold of the ends of the earth, till the wicked are shaken from its surface? -Job 38:1-13

I yearn to know my Author’s master plan,

My life’s design, my purpose in this world;

To see what lies beyond this desert’s span,

The seeming wasteland in whose midst I’m hurled.

“How long, O Lord?” my heart sends forth its cry.

‘Tis owed no answer, thus it none receives.

I trust He’s not ignored my constant sigh,

Not He who unto death my slav’ry grieves.

What need or right have I to know His course?

For me it is to follow; Freedom leads.

Of strength and hope I lack, He is the source.

He’s Life itself, and on that Life, I feed.

Could such Love ever harm me? Guide me wrong?

Be meek now. Let thanks ever be your song.