Left Alone

Left alone as night draws on,
Left alone but not to sleep

Left alone as night draws on,
Left alone but not to sleep
All my earthly comforts gone,
Left a lonesome watch to keep.

Left alone to think my thoughts,
Feel my heartbeat, weigh my fears,
Reconsider schemes and plots
I’ve accomplished o’er the years.

Left alone where mem’ry haunts
Voices echo through the hills,
Calling back and forth their taunts,
Recollecting former ills.

Where are now God’s promises?
Where’s the ladder to the sky?
Where’s the hope that God will bless
Such a wretched man as I?

Left alone but not alone
An intruder comes to fight,
Challenging what strength I own,
Wrestling with me through the night.

He who knows my failing frame
Wrestled till the break of day,
Touched my thigh and asked my name
His He doesn’t need to say.

Left alone oh blessed place!
Though by doubts and fears assailed,
God and I met face to face;
Met and fought till faith prevailed.

Now a prince with God and men,
Humbled, thankful, bold am I,
As the sun comes up again,
Halting on my wounded thigh.

Wrestling Jacob
Genesis 32:24-31

Nita Brainard

A poem by John Newton on Jacob’s Prayer:
My Name Is Jacob