Wrestling With God
(written to Limp Bizkit's "My Way")
I ran out of my locker room
Oiled up, feisty, and on fire
Prepared to wrestle God
Who would win?
I don't know
Wrestling with God
Is quite a fight
We all do it
In one form or another
I've been doing it for a while
With no success of winning
Every time it's over
God smiles at me
Pats my head
And says "great game"
Now we will fight in a ring
I make my way down the ramp
Of toil and trifle, life and lackluster
I pounce on the stairs
Hop over the ropes
Eager to meet my more
Than worthy opponent
God floats down the ramp
Steps in the middle of the ring
Smiling at me the whole time
While I sneer back
God thinks this is all in fun
I don't
What I want God to know
Is that it's my way or the highway
Check out my battle theme
I've been following God long enough
Now I want my way
God is looking down at me
Laughing and smiling
God shakes His head
I asked Him one more time
About a lot of things
But I'm not ready to give up
Or submit
Because now it's time for me
To be free
A magical bell pounds in my heart
And the fight is on
I try to attack God from the side
To pin Him and make Him see
Things my way
God shakes his head again
Smiles as if being better
Than what I could possibly be
Condescending smoke
Fogs my vision
Time to clear it
That's it! I've had it!
Time to pin God down
Make Him tap out and lose
God's shoulders are pinned to the mat
Angel referee begins to tap Him out
God gets up and reverses it
I spit in His face
He wipes the glob away
And kisses me on the head
Further enraging me
We struggle together
The whole time I don't let go
God tosses me into the ropes
Then runs to catch me
I fight in His grip
I don't want His help or mercy
Yet He stops the fight
Just when it is getting heated and sweaty
God pulls me close and hugs me
I push God away
We are supposed to be wrestling
Holding onto my struggling figurine
He whispers to me, thanking me
For the good fight
Deeply proud for my honest angry spirit
God floats away back up the ramp
Before He makes his final exit
He gleams at me
I know this isn't the final fight
He disappears into smoke
And leaves me alone in the
Middle of the ring
Of my confused life
Wondering if He will come back
And when our next fight will be
What it will be about
I know in my heart
That He lives for these struggles
And that my part in it
Was done to strengthen me
Wrestling God, Linette