WRESTLING.
 
I have been Wrestling,
With my World,
And with my God,
For He has sifted me,
Like Ears of Wheat,
                 Golden,
 
For the Fields are ripe,
With Harvest,
For I have been Wrestling,
With my World,
And my God,
 
Limping lame,
At His Alter Stand,
Just as Jacob’s Hip,
One his Victory,
 
Cry oh precious Sister,
Saints,
And Angels of Men.
 
 
   (Written Lee Abbey - Sept -18)