No contest

At Peniel(reluctantly) hand to hand with mortal mewith i want/i won't/i can't/loath to let go what I see aspart of my personality,

I suddenlyin forced humility am stillbefore His allness, wisdom, potency,and seehow graciously the great I amhas fitted His highest idea, man,to do His will. Inevitablythis glimpse of true identity (now grasped)looses clasp of ego's claim to entity.Battle's done—finis!Of course I can, and do—and happily!

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