“Hey, Stuie Babe – Now Take On Job” (Job Chap. 1) [Spanish Bible Series – Job #1]

“Hey, Stuie babe! Now take on Job;
Augment My Word – relieve his load,
Not from that “Science” clap-trap site,
But from My Word, some poems write.

“You have not gone back to My Book,
At author’s work cast second look
In terms of evil’s tromping down
I’m all about – in there it’s found –

“My answer to his questions now –
For nothing’s new – there I show how
To view the real problem there –
Pornography – for ride prepare –

“My people haven’t got a clue
About My Word – here’s what I’ll do –
You lay aside perceptions yours,
And I’ll make My perceptions yours –

“Not yours as if you thought it up,
But yours as in it’s sticky muck
Like you once waded in as kid,
Stepped out of boots – walked home to rid –

“Yourself of problem – ’cept your boots
You left behind – just like your roots
In white-man’s ways of viewing world;
Like in My Eden’s naked whirl.

“For sex was My invented way
Back in creation’s final day
Of work – but satan’s twisted mind
Bent out of shape My gift sublime.

“Folks think it started with the net,
As if man-made – but don’t forget
First Nations aren’t that way inclined –
They’ve different problems in their minds.

“It’s just the white side of yourself
(Which took this problem off the shelf
And fashioned it to make a buck) –
Your culture’s mix is their good luck –

“For your “Third culture” straddles both –
Two colored paints mixed up – remote
To either, but from each you’ve drawn
Two soiled hands in Body-bond –

“Each other cleans beneath the flow
Of water pumped to Kingdom – know
That I’ve designed life to be cleansed
As each hand to the other lends –

“Assistance – can’t be done alone;
A problem neither needs disown,
But on the other hand, makes use
Of dirt on one, to other’s loose.”

Lord, why should answers lie in Job?
What’s there that possibly could hold
Solutions for today’s wee fix
Affecting us – Ah! Problem mix!

One problem Job had, one for us,
Just like First Nations’ life that’s tough,
Quite different from the white man’s fix,
But somehow fix lies in that mix.

Lord, this should be a journey cool –
This day as kids go back to school,
Help me stay out from under foot
As I into Your word now look.

“But, Stuie babe, augment that text
With photographs – no more neglect
To bring it to fruition now –
That’s “Heaven’s kiss” – I’ll show you how.

“For you have laid that at my feet,
Like former creds – and let me sweep
It clean for use as conduit –
That folks find My relief in it.

Thanks Lord for this.

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