How could I Your image bear
In this hollow human frame,
All alone in dark despair,
And with Jacob for a name?
Truth, my Life forevermore,
In the twinkling of an eye,
Change the man who, once before,
Stole a blessing with a lie.
Him I could not overthrow
Wounded me at break of day,
But I would not let him go,
And he could not get away.
Bless me, or I will not yield!
Tell me my nature, my place!
“Peniel” I’ll call the field,
Where I saw You face to face.
—Teddy Crecelius
