Wrestle With Me

Author: Terry Miller

Wrestle with me, the small voice weighs
(as does your brother when he prays).
Thereโ€™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 notโ€”put up a fight!
Wrestle with me.

You love your pleasured, languid ways:
that sort of life, it soon decays.
As you retire to bed tonight,
dreaming of your next dayโ€™s delight;
think long before your lust obeys.
And wrestle with me.

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