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WIZARD OF UZ




Uz was his city
Pious to his deity,
Precious was this imagery:
His fear for his God could make you bore.
A nature he never saw
Yet held unto so hard.
What faith he might have had,
I feel he was bad.
But it’s blissful knowing he was a good WIZARD:
Described in the Bible to cause no hazard.
A wealthy man with poetic wisdom waiting wonders in a wild world.
Bathed in sarcastic sores, soaked in somatic smell.
Just like a wizard had met the wrath of God.
In fact, he was a wizard of Faith.
Sacrificing always to his Lord,
He never killed with a sword;
His numerous servants gave their lives for free,
He only needed to make a plea.
Thus- blameless, Bountiful and plentiful
So uprightly shunning evil
This pissed the devil.
And so hissed betrayal to his god.
He lost everything but one dear God                            
Couldn't he have cursed his creator,
To divorce his wife was what he opted for.
Friends couldn't understand him,
The gods must be crazy it seemed.
But the good wizard never lost entirely.
He regained it all in multiplicity till eternity.
In fact he was rich but had no job
But the bible called him Job............




Just remember that no matter how painful the situation may be now, God will raise you and your plight will be your foundation.
When enemies throw stones at you, never throw back the stones. Rather, step on each stone that falls at you feet and soon you will be on a higher ground.

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