The Wrestle / Poem

With eyes closed and open hands,

I fall at Jesus’ feet.

To surrender my will to the Lord,

And accept the bittersweet.

With an angel I wrestle,

When earthly treasures I seek.

But I cannot forsake my first love,

I let my tears wash His feet.

Suffering is not for nothing,

He drank the bitter cup.

And on that day when all seemed lost,

He became a curse for us.

My Jesus humbled Himself,

The one undeserving.

So I lay down my will once more,

And joy comes with the morning.

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Sarah xx