Wrestle Not

It was gaping, wounded, bleeding,sore...

It called for closure, but longed for more...

With thirst it sought to fill the need...

With selfish want and endless greed...
No thought, no reason to the cost...

 No contemplating further loss...
And yet beneath the burning fire...
Of tempting fate and great desire...
Stood a cross that bore the shame...
Filled the void and healed the pain...
Restored the tender to the heart...

 Erased the sin and tossed afar..

And once again the soul to mend...
My Savior, Father, Mentor, Friend...

Ephesians 6:12

 ¹²For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.