Genesis 32: 22-32
Your will shall prevail.
Oh Lord, this is not easy.
You have lifted a vail.
This direction makes me queasy.
Is this truly the path you wish me to follow?
With Jacob you wrestled.
Lord, I am terrified. In this sin, I wish not to wallow.
I am relying on you to be my trestle.
I hear you. I think I understand.
Even Jesus asked for this cup be removed.
Guide me through your plan.
I do not disapprove.
My knees shake.
While my blood boils.
My heart quakes.
The current fold, I wish not to soil.
Help me Lord.
Guide my hand.
This next phase of my life, help me ford.
I am terrified of this (quick) sand.
I made you a promise.
Only you can redirect my life.
Only you can make me conscious.
Bring an end to my strife.
Your face is what I seek.
Bring me to Peniel, oh Lord.
How long will we wrestle?
How long must I suffer?
I’m working on a story. It’s working title is ‘Out of the Shadows’. This poem was written for that story.
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