Thoughts of Grace

Job 23:1-6
Then Job answered and said,
Even to day is my complaint bitter:
my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Oh that I knew where I might find him!
that I might come even to his seat!
I would order my cause before him,
and fill my mouth with arguments.
I would know the words which he would answer me,
and understand what he would say unto me.
Will he plead against me with his great power?
No; but he would put strength in me.

Clarke’s commentary
No; but he would put strength in me –
“On the contrary, he would treat me with tenderness,
he would rectify my mistakes,
he would show me what was in my favor,
and would temper the rigid demands of justice
by the mild interpretations of equity;
and where law could not clear me,
mercy would conduct all to the most favorable issue.”

Thank you, my Father and my God
Humbly I bow before you
The mighty one, the Cousellor, the Prince of peace
Knowing, believing in and trusting your equity, your fairnes
And your understanding of the weakness of my flesh
And the questioning of my spirit.

You still stand to supply all my needs
According to your mercy.
Great is your faithfulness
Morning by morning
Never ceasing
Always at hand
Ever fresh, ever available
Never leftovers, a full fresh cup
Pressed down, measured generously
Running over in my bosom
Watering the smalles of needs
The seed of faith
Placed by our tender fingers
In the soil of my heart.

That watering of mercy and grace,
With the daily occurance of the light of your words
And the warmith of your love.
The seed can sprout and grow,
That seed – so small
Can face a problem – so large
And be confident that even if
It finds it self crying
“I Believe! Help My Unbelief!”

Will you plead against me with your great power?
No, but you put your stong haands under my faith seed
And uphold it, stengthen it, encourage it and comfort it
Until that so large problem moves . . .

While I wait.

May God bless our waiting.