On this journey I’ve feared my brother’s wrath.
I’ve earned it; a son of deceit, a son of scorn.

Has the almighty favored this wayward child?
Will my brother slay me in this eastern wild?
I pray for my brother’s mercy.
I pray for my master’s grace.
I feel His presence and seek His face.
A face no mortal can ever see.

My servants I’ve sent on missions of fear.
Now I wait for my end to draw near.
I am fearful and sorely lost.
I have gained my inheritance at a terrible cost.
Only my Father can heal this loss.

Your brother is coming wretched man. He is coming for you.
My camp is divided and my beloved waits across the brook.
I return to take my last stand. This is my battle.
A battle in time at Mahanaim, the camp of the host.

In the darkness of night I awoke in a fog.
Powerful hands clutch me, mocking my fear.
Could one so weak and wretched presume survival?
Stand and face me deceiver! Acknowledge my arrival!
Why the Almighty should favor you is a mystery to man.
If you survive this battle you may understand.

Throughout the night in the cold sweat of fear, I wrestled this man.
I wrestled with the truth of my pitiful existence.
I wrestled against His power as surely I wrestled with the will of my Lord.

In the mocking light of dawn this stranger touched my hip.
I felt the pain as I sensed the end and slowly began to slip.

But as I fought, I clung with determination. This will not be for naught. Who are you and what has this battle brought?

Could this pitiful soul gain your blessing in this?

Seek your brother, seek your Lord, for you oh Israel have found favor with God and reconciliation with your brother.