The House That Job Built: (April 6th,2008) Poem by DM W

God told Job to build a house in his honour:
Where only the most righteous could enter
So for 40 days and nights - poor Job
Worked his socks off- until it was complete
However, this ill- fated chap was doomed
To fail due to his scheming ' so called friends: '
Who appeared holy and as innocent as doves
But really were corrupt; their hearts as black as coal
Naive Job had wrongly assumed that they
Were philanthropists raising piles of dosh for charity
So he had allowed them to help him fund his project
But as it turned out it was only for their own greedy ends
For they could see the house of worship was magnificent;
A certain money earner - a guaranteed investment.

Job had built it, only to see it soldand later torn down
No thanks to sly back stabbing cowards, sycophants and clowns
As well as all the provincial parasites and philistin; es;
By gross lack of judgement not by well planned design
By the half witted hypocrites: who believed that they could do better;
Maybe convert it into a small hotel then flog it off to the highest bidder.

To cut a long story cut, a beautiful house of dreams
Made to honour the Creator was destroyed by
Some rather jealous, ignorant, silly little boys
Whose egos were so much larger than their
Feeble minds: puffed up by their own self-praise
And swollen pride. Poor Job should have realised
That it's futile to cast pearls before swine.
But like those vain, greedy odious fools
That killed the gift of the precious, prized goose
That laid the golden eggs immortalised
In classic legend, fable and fairytale
In the end they were left penniless;
Destroying themselves in the process.
For God was most displeased with the errors of their ways
And Job was raised to heaven; while those sinners paid
By being cast into the very bowels of hell!