Jacob's Hip

Break my hip if you have to.

Do you hear me?

I said, break my hip if you have to,

So I know I’m not wrestling with air.

I’ve got my fleece on the ground, drench it.

Find me in the cistern, call me from my tomb by name,

Like Gideon, Like Lazarus, like Jacob,

Make me limp all my life, so that people see it

And when they ask me what happened,

I’ll tell them—

I called down fire, and it came.

I called on Him, and he came.

Break my hip if you have to, I won’t mind.

But God, if he could shake a blessing from you,

Can’t you at least whisper me your name?