We're going through Job at Bridgepoint, the church I attend. I read a little of that book today, plus part of a psalm the pastor paired with it.
I know that my Redeemer lives,
and that in the end he will stand upon the earth
And after my skin has been destroyed,
yet in my flesh I will see God;
I myself will see him,
with my own eyes--I and not another.
How my heart yearns within me!
-Job 19:25-27
May your unfailing love rest upon us, O Lord,
even as we put our hope in you.
-Psalm 33:22
Here's my response, in an acrostic poem:
You promise us faith, love and protection
Every hour, every day;
And every hour, every day, this world claims a little more of our bodies, hearts and minds.
Resting in the knowledge that this will
Not always be true of our existence
Is so hard, Lord!
No person is yet perfected--
God, let your mercy be upon us.