Job, you know I’m your friend
But somehow this silence must end
It just hurts my brain
To see you in pain
And thus to your soul I would tend
Though maybe I’ve got it all wrong
When I think you’re weak while I’m strong
Perhaps God chose you
To go all this through
Because He knows you’ll go along
Maybe what I need to see
Is your brokenness inside of me
If you know you’re seen
Then true friend I’ve been
As suffering sets both of us free
Radically Happy 
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