Wrestling spirits

My spirit’Äôs engaged in a struggle- I petition, I pray and I plead

I wrestle you like Jacob -Over something I don’Äôt really need

And treasures abd pleasures I’Äôll never be able to keep

I follow blindly other voices that is why you called me a sheep

 

I’Äôm wrestling spirits and in need of peace

I’Äôm in a death grip and there seems to be no release

I want to heed your holy call

I just want the more what you promised

I want to surrender all

This old heart has heard its being made new tho it seems its in its prime

But it beats ever slower as I sink lower into the slime

When will I learn to say yes- learn all the ways you said you’Äôd bless

Instead of longing after things that pass with time.

 

I’Äôm wrestling spirits and in need of peace

I’Äôm in a death grip and there seems to be no release

I fall on my face and cry out

I want to heed your holy call

I just want the more what you promised

I want to surrender all

May 31, 1997

Anthony Foster