thoughts of Gen 31-32, by ST 1980s
Taking a journey to the Promised Land: A fight, a flight, a struggle on every hand. Life's former employ all left behind, Seeking now gods of a different kind. Though my past come to challenge, Search my integrity--Let God avenge The promise made with subtlety; This Stone witness my honor, my sacrifice, my faith: Neither cross I for evil, nor shall ye hinder my way. Before me, my Brother: will He accept My person, after the company I've kept? Long been away, hiding my face, Now at His mercy, begging His grace. I offer earnest evidence, the best I have got-- When He comes, will He kiss me, Or will His anger be hot? "O God, if thou hear me, come to my aid . . . Remember, I plead, the promise Thou hast made." All alone . . . through the night I struggle: Who is this, come to trouble Me--a mere man-- Yet I'll triumph, and I am . . .! From God art thou, come to test and to try? Why reachest thou for the hollow of my thigh? At thy touch I am lame, Shall I not know thy name? Then, face to face, I see and I know; Leave me not 'til a blessing you bestow-- About to shine forth is the breaking of day, O lend me a staff as I limp on my way; For I am journeying to the Promised Land: Walking is hard in the desert sand, I can make it--if Thou wilt preserve my soul-- Though I have yet much further to go.
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