over 2 years have past now.
i serve my time everyday,
not knowing my offence.
i work everyday to meet your needs.
how long lord, how long….
my beautiful Rachel.
i am not Jacob in this story,
i stand the place of Esau,
what was mine taken by Jacob.
still i will suffer for Rachel,
for the love that once burned hot in winter.
it has not yet been 7 years.
so is there still a slight possibility?
not only i be with you in dreams,
a life of fulfilled desires,
for it has only been a few days.
we were only children,
playing in the frosty air.
now we are young adults,
separated in this life that is unfair.
All cards are on the table
Esau holds kings and queens
His secular greatness is swift
Many chiefs reign in Edom
Jacob draws but two's and three's
His family lags behind in Egypt
Becoming slaves to Pharaoh
Is God playing the losing hand?
Small beginnings deceive
Spirtual greatness comes later
Demanding patience and faith
Until His Royal Flush appears
Jesus holds the Key of David
He is worthy to take the scroll
And to open its seals
Eclipsing secular greatness
His blood purchased for God
From every tribe and nation
A kingdom of priests to serve
And to reign on the earth
His last hand is winner-take-all
So, ask yourself this,
"Do I really want to play poker
with Almighty God?"
An Esau lifts the carnal
And mocks the spiritual
Though he possessed the birthright
He pursued the physical
An Esau values his ways
"Satisfy the appetite"
Despise God's promised future
A dangerous stew to bite
An Esau rejects God's ways
His birthright he sold for stew
The cunning hunter is snared
A misstep he can't undo
An Esau forfeits blessing
God's promise deemed a dud
Prey to his own appetite
Addiction duped this stud
An Esau learns his fate late
He seeks now to recover
The blessing he once despised
Was captured by his brother
An Esau has space to repent
But it's not unrestricted
The Spirit strives for a time
To rescue the convicted
An Esau cannot repent
Even if he wanted to
Though he seeks with many tears
The Holy Spirit withdrew
I could prove a point thought misbegotten,
For long years packaged as Flatly Rotten,
I myself judged a spiritual loser;
Indeed, an Abhorrent option chooser!
But why, God had said so: "Esau I hate."
So, all his damned mistakes had flowed from Fate
"What's my birthright to me now that I'm dead?"
One, who just in the morning, had not fed!
"Right, agreed, you're Esau, then call Jacob"
Lion Jacob would have turned helpless cub!
Why hadn't Isaac Dad remembered this?
Lord God had that moment blocked Wisdom's kiss!
Here lies a young gunfighter named Esau
Fast on the trigger but slow on the draw
9-13-18
When nothing true you world torment
And brother unlike brother contend
To debase your hunger, and no relent
To snatch at grace when all offend
You met him trembling in his wide fear
Submitting all he thought you wanted
And gave him hugs, kisses, and your tear
Who did the birth priesthood supplanted
So let me be constant when met again
With barren thy ridicule, no virtue is vain