Suddenly I’m fronting a 30-member gospel choir and I’m singing

“Well it’s only Wednesday and you’re down at the bar–
Doing things you know ain’t right.
You hardly ever start thinking ’bout your Father in Heaven
Till it’s ten p.m. on Saturday night.

“You remember Jacob–how he wrestled with the angel,
Got his life down from off from up on the shelf.
But you, you, you, you, you–you got some serious wrestling
‘To do, brother: got to wrestle with yourself.”