Best Jacob Poems
REMEMBER JACOB
what is normal?
i’m back to it
with my back
to the negativity
a smile securely
in place, in place of
the fog that was raging,
raging strong…
fighting me (how
do you fight an entity -
you cannot see).
i pray, i pray
through day and night
night and day.
remember Jacob
wrestled
even with God -
he wanted a blessing.
a blessing i’ll take
but the enemy i leave
behind.
the enemy is often lurking
in my mind, propelled
by memories
that are touched upon
or by things
i shouldn’t see or hear.
we live in a fallen world
a world of turbulence.
even i, have trouble sorting it out.
i sure feel for those who are caught
in an unholy squeeze. sneeze
it out…bring it to your knees…
shout it out
with every ounce of grateful
thing you can think about.
turnabout is fair play -
play unfair with unholiness
cling to godliness. even if
we suffer dislocation, like Jacob,
our disorientation all gone -
the sun with its warmth
of healing touch.
3/27/2023
Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him until daybreak…”Your name will no longer be Jacob. It will be Israel because you have struggled with God and with men and have prevailed.”… The sun shone on him (Jacob) as he passed by Penuel — limping because of his hip. (From Genesis 32:24-30)
Head in the Heavens
Feet planted on Earth
Jacob, renamed Israel
Mocked for his birth
Mislabeled 'The Supplanter'
Though Esau tricked him
Pushed his twin brother aside
Emerging first-born with a grin
Then the imposter Esau
Sold his birthright for a little food
His hands bloody from hunting
Wild with fury, his mood
On the same very day
Righteous Grandfather Abraham died
But Esau could have cared less
Not one tear did he cry
His own mother knew Esau was evil
She'd grown up with the vile Laban and Besu'el
Rebecca proudly stood up for what was right
For her son Jacob only would she fight
Jacob dwelled in tents, a man of the book
His mother helped him deal with Esau the crook
Who deceived father Isaac 'til his dying day
And wanted to murder Jacob in the worst of ways
Far too many still think that Jacob was wrong
To 'steal' the birthright ~ that he deserved all along
Scrooge encountered the ghost of Jake Marley,
While slurping his bowl of blah barley.
From thence, as we know the plot thickens,
As from past sins Scrooge fled like the 'dickens'!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSGT, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Not for the contest - just for fun.
By looking at your picture
Is like you are still alive
Your face is still fresh in my mind
Always proud to tell your suffering
And your moments of joy
Beside your bad side...
...you have consol alot
You've known pain
And you have past through alot
Of difficulties
Beside all your default...
...this is not important
Because you were the the hero...
...the icon
That unique singer that keeps us
All on our feet
Your 'bonm' and your 'zez'
Was your two best friend
When you were on stage...
...no one gets in your way
Your mission wasn't accomplish yet
But our God needed you
The road that you have started
I am following
But it doesn't stop there...
...I will pass it with my children tomorrrow
That it won't lose its value
And in a way that you will
Always be present...
...and forever live among us
Dedicated to my great-grand-father that was an important person in the culture and part the
heritage of Seychelles, who died when i was very little.
A Fable For Jacob
A child seeker sought erroneous assumptions
He read from a tale of Egyptian mummies
And, by night, the child saw beyond man's wonder
Putting two and two together, though, at school he slumbered
And the Hieroglyphs and holograms came alive
When his room began to shake and intensely thunder
Some thought the boy was strange and murmured
And his parents believed; he was rudely out numbered
But all that he wanted was to sit unencumbered
And wondrously ponder all mysteries asunder
**** Note *****
The image you would normally see is one of an elder man, much like God, or Father Time searching a library of ancient artifacts
Striving to be happy all the time is unrealistic
Your child born with Down syndrome
The early years were driven by fear and ignorance
Life became more complex -
constantly trying to find balance
Jacob has difficulty learning -
born into a world where one does not fit
All children have enormous potential
Support your child in making decisions at any time in life
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Jacob loved lullabies
could see it in his eyes
He listens and communicates
using movements, no rule relates
Skilled at drawing and painting
I rarely hear him complaining
It's fun to play Super Mario
but, Superman is his hero
Jacob flies around all day
a completely normal child's play
Jacob don't snob,
All others died but you just limp,
Contain your ego within realism,
Obsession discards good fame,
Beware of your luck joyfully.
italics
A Star Came Out of Jacob
And shone above the babe of promise.
It led the Magi and shepherds
To heaven’s servant of great purpose.
Due to pride and envy
The priests and rabbis ignored God’s child.
He was found by the ‘uncircumcized’ and
humble shepherds,
As he lay sleeping meek and mild.
Cradled in a humble manger
By uneducated peasants;
God chose the unexpected
To be his child’s parents.
This child was born to Jacob’s descendants,
But they rejected him from birth
Puffed up with their own pride and importance!
This child was worshiped by strangers,
Who had received a dream.
Led by God’s star and his Spirit,
They discovered heaven’s glory beam.
The Magi were among the first
To welcome the Redeemer from on high;
Lay gifts at his feet;
God’s leading not deny.
A Star Out of Jacob
Was God’s sign to mankind,
But few had read the prophesies,
Or searched the scriptures to find.
We give gifts at Christmas
Because the Magi gave gifts of honor.
The Star Out of Jacob
Was worshiped by Gentiles of favor.
A Star Out of Jacob
Revealed the Prince of Peace.
It took the ‘uncircumcized’ and uneducated
This great mystery to release.
Such was the Savior’s reception,
When he was born in a simple manger.
His own people knew him not;
To them a total stranger.
The Star composed of angels
Shone so bright into the night.
It revealed heaven’s child to those,
Who in his birth took great delight!
This Star Out of Jacob
Brought a message of love from heaven,
“Celebrate the Savior’s birth,
for unto you the promise of eternity's given!”
© Copyright 2013 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Jacob Luetweiler
1865-1948
From Highland Illinois I travelled,
Travelled with wife, children and the family bible,
Came with stout brethren and brothers in the faith.
And my far-flung epitaph is this:
My friends, I have seen the rain!
I have held the rain in my cupped calloused hands,
Heard the rain as it descended like a demon!
Assaulting the dry land without mercy,
Annihilating the barren and dead land,
As it washes and whirls,
Whispers, envelops and quietly caresses.
My friends, I have stood in the rain!
Stood in the inundations at Beaumont,
Stood sentry and expectantly there,
In its merciful, cleansing invocations,
Stood watching the approaching rain,
Come to earth like dead children,
Come from heaven,
Come to bring drink to the thirsty valley,
Come to bring hope for the new harvest.
My friends, I have seen the rain!
Felt the rain as it purifies and slakes,
Baptizes and consecrates;
Seen the rain from my gaping window
Many times in old Beaumont,
Inside the white house by the river there,
With Fannie, my brood, and a murder of crows.
My friends, indeed, I have seen the rain!
Come to earth like dead children,
Come from heaven.
Loving people more when they leave than when they are there
Everyone shows thier true feelings for the person when they leave
All we can do is pray that they have a better life then they did here
Vendor them one last look one last hug...one last goodbye
Into thier new life with our prayers and high hopes
Never forget what we have been through together...
Going away is hard to do and no matter how many times it happens in your life...it will never
get easier...
this peom is dedicated to my youth pastor jacob wysong...and his wife kassie...and his
children jefferey and josie and the new baby jacob josiah...we love you and will miss you...but we will never forget you and will always think of you. you will be in our prayers always...good luck where God takes you and remember you always have a home back here...we love you...
< riding home with brother and friend from convenience store
this masked man got out of his trucks door
asked each boy what was their ages
made them place bikes in ditch or face guns gauges
Jacob was the oldest of the three
just 11 good gracious golly
St Joseph Minnesota close to St Cloud
days weeks month lined with flowering shrouds
his mother and father got congress to sign an act
for crimes against children and sexually violence attacks
now there is a bridge of hope
called Jacob Wetterling foundation so families can cope
our little lost sheep
we still to continue to shed tears and weep
for there is still an unmarked date
where death has not been filled in on your headstones slate
Taken Oct 22 1989 From St Joseph Minnesota
In Search Of Jacob Wetterling still goes on
You Are Not Forgotten
Old Jacob was hard, but that was the only life that he knew,
At fourteen made his first cattle drive and was top hand with the crew.
He could ride, rope, wrangle, and shoot,
And helped to hang a many owl hoot.
Indians on the prairie, some were okay,
But there was those that would lift your scalp and not a word would they say.
But that was the west and why men relied on there gun,
Cause mister dealing with rustlers and Indians sure ain’t no fun.
Well those that stayed with the drive at the end of the trail,
Had a few months worth of money and some yarns they could tell.
Not all blew their money on liquor and ladies,
Some were God fearing and knew about Hades.
Many a good cowpoke lost his life in those joints,
Getting all liquored up and going for his gun to make his point.
It would be all for nothing when the smoke cleared away,
The undertaker would be the reaper of rewards on those mournful days.
Old Jacob rode the trail till a stampede broke his back,
Caused by some rustlers as they made their attack.
Laid up for months he had to relearn to walk,
He hated for people to point at him and to gawk.
He stayed to himself in a little cabin out west of town,
And when he’d come in for supplies it would be after the sun would go down.
Never once asked for help just weren’t his way,
Old Jacob was my friend and that’s about all I guess I can say.
Jacob got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from Bella's house Christmas Eve.
You can say there's no such thing as vampires,
But as for me and Edward, we believe.
He woke up too late that morning
In his home town of La Push,
Then he headed over to Bella's
Where Edward decided to kick his tush
It was a not a tragic story
It was meant for him to go
Bella's better off without him
Because his evil ways were far too low
Jacob got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from Bella's house Christmas Eve.
You can say there's no such thing as vampires,
But as for me and Edward, we believe.
They were all opening presents
No one noticed he was gone
They thought the smell was rather pleasant
Better than it was, since Breaking Dawn.
Bella realized he was missing
At the scene of the attack
luckily the death was painless
Because Edward would have made him tomorrow's snack
Jacob got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from Bella's house Christmas Eve.
You can say there's no such thing as vampires,
But as for me and Edward, we believe.
Jacob got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from Bella's house Christmas Eve.
Luckily there are such things as vampires,
Because if not we all would surely grieve
I
I am good seed, by Grace
Seed of Abraham
The new testament says
One seed, many fruit in the nations (ethnoi)
But is my fruit good
By worldly terms, Yes
By biblical standards, No
- And does it hurt
Sometines, for no reason, I awake
Sleepless ... Until my wife awakes, too -
Pulls me closer
Then tells me later:
I listen to your breathing ...
As you go back to sleep and shalom
II
He is Jehovah Shalom
He loved Jacob, but ESAU differently -
As with Isaac and Ishmael -
Yet He blessed both, materially,
But Isaac became a descriptor of Yah
So, if I feel like Ishmael, Esau, Rahab ...
The God of Abraham still made me
And makes me anew
He never made nothing but masterpieces.
Like Hagar
Who sometimes we forget
Encountered God twice
Yahwah El Roi (Genesis 21)
And "The God who hears me"
NOTE:
Hagar encountered God in Genesis 21, but God heard Ishmael, when Hagar ran out of water, when sentcaway by angry Sarah. Abraham was reluctant to indulge Sarah & lose Ishmael, his son. Once before he quickly obeyed when Sarah put out a pregnant Hagar; God sent her back!!. Here, God assured Abraham Ishmael will become a great nation (too). In the desert of Paran, at a (political) place called Beersheba, pain became a vehicle for Revelation as "God who hears" is evident in the name & saving of Ishmael. Hagar met Yahwah El Roi in an earlier chapter, but God opened her eyes to see the well at Beersheba, when all hope was lost for her son! Shalom, shalom! ( I loved writing my sermons on Hagar in Maryland & Virginia, 2018-2019)
Jacob dear you are still here
Living in my heart
With every beat, the memory
Of you held in my arms
The day we met although short lived
It's you I still adore
But who am I to question why
God needed you more
As surly as I live we'll meet again
On the other side
But until then I will keep you in
Both my heart and mind