Father God,

I have wept my eyes weak,
And pulled the curls from my hair
If You want me to submit to these
I will purpose in my soul to bear it
Alongside the other burdens
That have long been mine
I know if I’m lost
You still leave the ninety-nine
Because You are unchanging
And You alone may save
I prayed for freedom,
But didn’t see what a slave
I’ve become over the years
If you want me to strive
Like Jacob, for a new name,
That You have derived
Like watchmen and widows
Refusing to be ignored
I will obey,
I will hold on until You have restored
The years the locusts have eaten away.

And an unexpected grace reminds me:

You’re the peace in my troubled sea
I will fear not tomorrow
You will carry me
Beyond storm and sorrow
Teaching me, if needed,
How to wrestle
Sending the leadership I need
As Your weaker vessel.

Omniscient, omnipotent God
Who is able to keep me from stumbling.