Struggles

There is warfare within my being

the part I hate is prevailing 

my steps are slippery I'm unsure ground

my judgments are those of a fool

Apprehension is laughing at me

focus has forsaken me long ago

I cry a loud to God for I need him so

for my indecision has me in derision

Are there any faithful around

someone who can instruct me now

are all the sons of men unwise as I hear

can anyone lend a hand

I'm sick of myself and my trifling ways

when will I ever change 

for I'm engaged in struggles with the Angel

like Jacob and my hip is out of joint

When I intend to do well evil is present

when will I ever break free can't lay hold of 

righteousness once credited to my account

for wickedness has me overdrawn

For in confusion I scribe and by faith I pray for 

ignorance is baptized in its pool

for wisdom's a mirage and anguish an ocean as I struggle

to keep afloat

I'm on the edge of life as the struggles ensues

the chasm of despair I'm so near

mercy hold my hand that I'm not cast into Sheol

save me now so the struggle I can bear

Inspired by Genesis 32:24-32. Originally scribed in 2004