"THE ANGEL TOUCHED MY THIGH"

(Gen 32:31, Hos 12:4)

I had the vigour of my prime

On which I could rely

In all my ventures till the time

The angel touched my thigh.

All things I gathered to my will

Whether by truth or lie  

I cheated shamelessly until

The angel touched my thigh.

I hobble forward like a tramp

Despite the dawning sky

Since, as I felt his bitter cramp,

The angel touched my thigh.

But I can garner richly now

A bountiful supply

And gladly testify of how

The angel touched my thigh.

I hold the dignity of prince

For that is God's reply

To all this world's discomforts since

The angel touched my thigh.

My composition which God taught

Could in no part apply

Nor could I freely bless had not

The angel touched my thigh.

Though once this lameness made me sad

God helps me so that I

Worship before Him and am glad

The angel touched my thigh.