Posted by: beautifulheritage | March 9, 2008

Re-named

Clothed in skins the schemer lies
and says he is another
deceptively he wins the prize
of blessing from his brother.

“Who are you, child?” the father asks
and guilt’s mouth opens wide
Jacob, supplanter, takes the step
and tumbles deep inside.

The years have passed and there he sits
the reckoning has come
In darkness and in silence now
he faces all he’s done.

And then the metaphor becomes
a thing of flesh and bone
and wrestles he with unknown foe
until the night has flown.

In brokenness he weeps and clings
a blessing now he pleads
from hand of Him who holds His life
and everything He needs.

The dawning light reveals the Face
of strange and awesome Truth
and once again the question comes:
“Just tell me…who are you?”

With hard-won, sweet humility
the gamer sheds his skin
“I’m Jacob: robber, liar, cheat…
all these and more I’ve been.”

The answer comes from mercy’s throne:
“The old is past and done
from this day forth be Israel
for you have overcome.”

An injured man, he has a limp
forever he’ll be lame
the mark of One with love too great
to let him stay the same.

In heaven’s trove there is a pile
of stones made pure and white
and to each one who overcomes
they’re given with delight.

They are not gems, not made for trade,
nor meant for public view,
inscribed upon them are the names
of those He has made new.

Not human names, nor idle tags
bestowed with thought unknown;
but from the Lord’s own heart they come
His view of us, His own.

The devil slings his epithets
and hopes we will believe
ugly, unloved, hopeless, fool!
all this and more he seethes.

Stupid, liar, dissolute,
wicked through and through!
Ruined, worthless, undesired
that’s the name for you!

You know the names Accuser brings
you’ve heard them all life-long
But God the Father has just one
that trumps the devil’s throng.

Hold on throughout the darkest night;
though wrestling, don’t resign.
Hold fast until the blessing comes
and trust the Lord’s design.

For when that Day dawns bright and clear
we’ll know as we are known;
our name received, we’ll enter in
and be forever Home.

scripture references: Gen. 32:22-32, Hos.12:3-5, Rev. 2:17, Rev. 12:10

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That is absolutely beautiful, Jenni. So profound and True!!!

As usual, your poetry takes my breath away.

Poignant truth, that is.

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Mmmmm!! Beauty. Lovely. Brilliant. Thanks.

Wow! Beautiful! I think this is one of my favorites by you!

Do you think that when we get there we’ll be poets, and we’ll get to introduce ourselves, new names, to David and have the most amazing workshops? Jesus will come and say, “That’s beautiful. I love it.” Won’t it be good?

I think we get a secret name known only to God when we get to heaven. I do wonder if that is the name He has written on His hands. Beautiful poem -the Devil is indeed the accuser and very good at His job. Thank you for remind us - the Devil doesn’t know who we are in Christ does he?

That would be reminding us - so much for doing a decent job the first time I stop by your blog!

This is lovely. We will know as we are known… that is one of the most wonderful things to look forward to, isn’t it?

It is rare for me to do this, but I’m bloglining you at first site…you love the beach…you write beautiful, inspiring poetry…you called yourself a Jesus Freak (so do I), I’m stunned by the Dinesen quote and you’re juggling almost 12 babies.

Ooooooo! And you’ve got the cutest little smiley face EVAH at the bottom of your page!

Oh, man…I hate it when I gush…but I have an absolute blush (blog+crush) on you.

My blog might not be your style, but this is one of those times it’s not about me. You’ve just affected me and you don’t even know I exist.

(running back to my corner, lol…I do that when I’ve totally bloviated ;) ).

CANNOT believe you wrote this - it’s too beautiful and wise; and I am not folding laundry like I’m supposed to be doing because I am enjoying / loving / enthralled by your entire blog. I am SO thankful that Rocksinmydryer led me to you!

Our third daughter is named Nina Gabriel (her daddy’s name is Gabriel). I don’t like Gabrielle or Gabriella, we don’t have any boys, and I wanted a baby named after my hubby.

I think it’s the most beautiful name ever. Just say it. Nina Gabriel. Sigh.

Don’t hate me.

I found you through Rocksinmydryer, and have spent the past hour reading archives. Beautiful poetry! I am amazed at all you seem to accomplish with what must be a very busy household!

Marla,

for you, I make an exception.

;o)

I’m so very happy to have found your blog. I will add you to my daily “when I have the time” list of reading. Thank you, already, for your encouragement to a tired mom of eight. I love it all - and yet, there is so much work!
May the Lord bless you with a safe and healthy delivery of your little blessing.
We moved from “midwife to hospital” somewhere along the line, as well, and I love it. Especially the drugs. :-)
Blessings. . .

Great, as usual! :-)
Totally changing the subject…what do you drive? I’m assuming a large van?? I ask because we’re looking into 12 passenger vans, but I wanted some input from other people who drive large vans. So…if you do, could you let me know what kind, how you like it, and gas mileage? Thanks so much!

I just wanted to tell you how much I loved your subtitle, “trying to find the Maryburied in the Martha.” How absolutely appropriate for my life! Perhaps I’ll take this to be my new motto, because it seems to be a daily struggle for me–how to be the woman I want to be while also being the woman cumbered with many cares. :-)

Simply equisite are the words you’ve penned and they are truth. You possess an amazing talent. I am so glad you came back to blogging, just think how much we’d miss and how many lives you touch.

Wow - beautiful poetry! I’m not a huge poetry fan, but I love poems like this, that hit you hard and make you think. Great rhythm and rhyme and great story in it too.

I found you through Rocks in My Dryer as welll–and I will be back. This poem is beautiful, it drew me in instantly and spoke to my heart.

Oooo that’s good.

I had the resounding memory of someone reminding me of where I’d come — isn’t that just like the enemy to try to remind you of who you are??

And all we have to do is say what God says about us.

Love it.

Wow. Profound and beautiful.

The one piece of expensive artwork we have in our home is a sculpture of Jacob at the end of his life, “leaning upon his staff and praising the Lord.” It has great meaning to my husband and I–I am going to share your poem with him!

(The sculptor’s website is here: http://www.clayenoch.com/

The Jacob sculpture is in the Impressionistic category, if you’re interested.)

~Jeanne

Can I let it go? No…

That should be “to my husband and me.”

And I meant, if you’re interested to see the sculpture, not buy it…

:)

Jeanne

Jenni,

Just saw this today on the birth of your 12th, so appropriate somehow that you wrote it on my Jacob’s birth date…hah, how is that!

He turned 14 this year and we were discussing his name just last week…and although the disturbing bad meaning of his name, I reminded him, that God also said, “Jacob have I loved….” and in and through Christ He does….

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