Theodicy On Trial Lyrics - Tourniquet

Satan called upon the Lord 

"I must perform a test 

To prove that fath in God 

Is contingent on being blessed" 

One of the richest men of the second millennium 

Job was stripped of all his wealth 

Three daughters and seven sons 

He tore his robe 

And shaved his head 

Fell to the ground, worshipped God and said: 

I was neked when I came here 

I'll be naked when I leave here 

The Lord gave it 

So He can take it 

All away 

Satan called upon the Lord 

"Give me one more test 

Grant that I may strike his flesh 

And at you he'll shake his fist" 

From head to toe black boils 

Were pregnant on his skin 

His breath was super roached 

Stomach caving in 

Detested and forsaken by family and friends 

His wife said, "Curse your God 

And let yourself be dead!" 

I didn't ask you 

If I could come here 

So I cannot ask the 

Condition that I leave here 

I don't remember 

Planning my existence 

But why have you forsaken me? 

Rewarded for his faithfulness 

Job was give back his wealth 

Twice the riches as before 

Then God gave His discourse: 

Where were you when I 

Laid the foundations 

Dug the oceans 

And set its limits? 

Were you around when I 

Plotted constellations? 

Answer me! 

He who puts the Lord on trial 

Puts himself on the stand