Job’s Lament Don Francisco

Man who is born of a woman
Flowers and then fades away
He flees like a shadow at sunset
In a lifetime as short as the day

And there's hope for a stump that is severed
Though its root grows old in the earth
At the first scent of water, it wakens
And branches come out in new birth

But man, he lies down, and where is he?
The mourners, they grieve and they weep
But from then 'til the end of the ages
He will not awake from his sleep

But oh! That my pain would be written
With lead and a steel-pointed pen
Forever engraved into granite
That my words would endure to the end
And though the cry of my heart goes unanswered
When the breath flees away from these bones
In my grave I will wait in this knowledge
In my flesh I will see You alone
Yes, I know I shall see God my Savior
I will look on Him just as He is
And at last, we will stand here together
For I know my Redeemer lives