Wrestling With God.

I fasten my desires to my waist,

I bind my will to the curves of my back

I will wrestle all night for my will to stand, for my will is like molten fire.

I will wrestle with weariness and pride weighing heavily on my shoulders, I will wrestle.

I will pray the heart of God to my dreams and I will bind my body to the horns of the altar until I emerge victorious with my desires tied to my waist like prized jewels.

He will beckon me to sit at His feet, and I will begrudgingly comply, arriving with my face painted with pride.

 I will gaze at His feet as He speaks words that drop like rain on molten fire.

I will rise, weakened in body, empty of my desires, and submissive in my will, for in my sitting, I had wrestled with God, and He had tugged at the strings of my heart.

In His tugging, He created a hollow for His will to dwell.

Adewale MofogofunOluwa Eunice

Nigerian Law School, Abuja campus 

08124591904.