“Skin for skin,” said that heartless snake “Though land and kin his God may take, But Job replies ‘Blessed be God’ Face down upon the tear soaked sod ‘He gave and He may take away’ Touch flesh! Will he respond that way?

Oh sin, that dwells within That wages war and threatens To destroy my joy, ‘Tis sin that seeks to win The battle and mock at my defeat. Oh sin, that enemy within Crashing through my great resolve Outpouring words, I’ve cringed and heard Them, hasty and marking me a fool.

When I look towards the towering hills The fog weaved gently between them The sun’s rays beaming through majestic clouds, When I feel it’s warmth on my face, Or the crisp morning air, When I see the long grass laced in frost And consider that the moon and the stars Are hung

That you would shed your blood for me When I was foulest enemy And on your back I’d place the cross For in rebellion I was lost. Willingly I scorned your name It should be I who bore the shame Why would you die for sinners cruel Who despise your

Looking down He saw this earth Where once was bright as dawn Where a man from dust was pure at birth Created to dwell upon This perfect garden in the east With God dwelling, and for a feast The fruit of every tree but one For by its’ knowledge comes

How has the domain of darkness So disguised its self as light? There you sit as in the shadows And the chains of death but yet The world says “this is life, And yes what life is all about: To sit in darkness as if light, To raise your bound

Where does my contentment lie? In what do I most gather peace? In need of nothing, satisfied From endless craving to find release.