Wrestling with my Angel

Wrestling with my Angel

Here we stand at the Towers of Babel
You speak your truth
I speak mine
But it seems we both talk a different language
I wish we could speak with one heart and one voice.

Here I stand picking up the pieces
You've gone your way
I'm forced to go mine
But it seems to me we should have gone Gods way
His way is the way the truth and the light.

So here I stand wrestling with my angel
Sick of the fighting, but afraid to let go
The love that I have holds out for a blessing
That god will provide for our love to be whole.