Wrestling with the Past

I am like Jacob wrestling with my past
And with the Lord, who’s there in future too:
A past, like sin, will not forever last
Yet lives again, cleansed by His Blood-Red dew.

For past and future both are one in Him–
Are present and eternal in His heart
As empty tomb and crib in Bethlehem
With Cross are present in our brand-new start.

For we can’t of ourselves be born again,
But He with us will wrestle in rebirth,
And with His Cross He kills our mortal sin
As new creation rises from His death.

With Jacob we will breathe His heaven’s air;
All fam’lies see He’s come down Jacob’s stair.