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Just Like Job

by Maya Angelou

My Lord, my Lord

Long have I cried out to Thee

In the heat of the sun,

The cool of the moon,

My screams searched the heavens for Thee.

My God,

When my blanket was nothing but dew,

Rags and bones

Were all I owned,

I chanted Your name

Just like Job.


Father, Father,

My life give I gladly to Thee

Deep rivers ahead

High mountains above

My soul wants only Your love

But fears gather round like wolves in the dark.

Have You forgotten my name?

O Lord, come to Your child.

O Lord, forget me not.


You said to lean on Your arm

And I’m leaning

You said to trust in Your love

And I’m trusting

You said to call on Your name

And I’m calling

I’m stepping out on Your word.


You said You’d be my protection,

My only and glorious saviour,

My beautiful Rose of Sharon,

And I’m stepping out on Your word.

Joy, joy

Your word.

Joy, joy

The wonderful word of the Son of God.


You said that You would take me to glory

To sit down at the welcome table

Rejoice with my mother in heaven

And I’m stepping out on Your word.


Into the alleys

Into the byways

Into the streets

And the roads

And the highways

Past rumor mongers

And midnight ramblers

Past the liars and the cheaters and the gamblers

On Your word

On your word.

On the wonderful word of the Son of God.

I’m stepping out on Your word.


Dear Heavenly Father, may our beautiful, wise and talented sister be eating at your welcome table today with You, with her mother, and with the other poets she so loved. Amen