Wrestle With Me
Wrestle with me; the small voice weighs
as does your brother when he prays.
There's much so wrong, but also right
I can council if you invite;
Shepherd your tenet when it strays.
Don't live in atavistic daze;
closed minds the playground where He preys.
Surrender not, put up a fight;
wrestle with me.
You love your pleasure, languid ways;
that sort of life, it soon decays.
As you retire to bed tonight
dreaming of your next day's delight;
think long before your lust obeys,
wrestle with me.
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