As She Wrestles

Dear Beloved,
In Your eyes 
She longs to find favor
As she wrestles
Should strands of hair go loose
In this mid summer air
Find her beautiful as she wrestles
Should her knees hit the ground
Wrap her with love 
While she wrestles
Remember Israel 
O' that limping foot
Should she be wounded too
But find comfort
When she wrestles 
Yes, she wrestles and waits
For Your deliverance.

"Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers to battle.."

 -Psalm 144:1

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