to wrestle…
Strive
Battle
Combat
Struggle
Contend
Grapple
The kind of gentle fellow who lends us all an ear
Who shares the clothes off his back and casts out all our fears
With but a word and warning, that nought can harm us here
When the power of the all mighty, is ours but to revere
As such, a simple gesture, to pluck off his collar in haste
Trading robes of white for white, a blackbelt round his waist
Just as Jacob endured long night, these duelling fellows and dames
Eternal glory for the fight, lest we forget His name
For the young Reverend..
Lovely 🙂
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