Job 39:13-17 New English Translation
13 “The wings of the ostrich flap with joy,
but are they the pinions and plumage of a stork?
14 For she leaves her eggs on the ground,
and lets them be warmed on the soil.
15 She forgets that a foot might crush them,
or that a wild animal might trample them.
16 She is harsh with her young, as if they were not hers;
she is unconcerned about the uselessness of her labor.
17 For God deprived her of wisdom,
and did not impart understanding to her.
Bellyache and slimy hiding their heads in the sand
All they want to show today is what they are thinking
I can’t be wrong for they can’t see anything at all
To notice responsibility as they are definitely sinking
I lean on God, you know, but easily fall apart
You know it is not easy to eat some humble pie
But see I can swallow easily the stuff that I make up
And that is hard to follow, but I never wonder why?
Life is in little children, death rules in many adults
An imprint of depravity get through aging magnified
Right and wrong appear alike in the conscience of our making
Absolutes are in hiding somewhere as sensitivity fries
Pouring out the waste that comes straight from the flesh
Dripping all around us for the observers to enjoy
Most seem to swallow the stuff, that ain’t worth having
It started at “The Fall” and has been a continued ploy
Is there hope available, or is it not somewhere out there?
Out where are you asking? I thought it was in here
Pointing at the head or chest does not make a difference
If you don’t know where to find it, it can be everywhere
It will come to you someday for it will find every one
At a time and place under Heaven destined to be yours
But will you recognize it even if it surrounds you
Or will you push away for you feel already wholly cured