When Job Finally Spoke

When he'd spent a week wallowing 

In the shattered remains of a broken life,
Job finally opened his mouth
To speak to the friends who had sat
Silent vigil with him for seven days straight.

Job wasn't angry with God;
He was angry that he was even alive
To experience anything so painful and cruel.
Even death would bring no comfort or relief.
The only solution Job could see
Was completely blotting his name
From the annals of history.

He wondered why the brokenhearted
Even have to exist in the first place.
Wouldn't it be better to leave them in the dark;
Let them avoid the pain and suffering
Of a world full of such misery?

A soul in pain cries out in pain.
No sin is committed,
No offense against God recorded.
Job longs for answers in the midst of pain.
His friends try to give them to him,
But the only comfort Job finds
Is in knowing God reigns sovereign above our pain,
And his cries of misery do not fall on deaf ears.
Job encounters God face-to-face,
And that alone proves to be enough.