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Jesus' baby Mar 11
A Heart Cries

Speak to me, Lord —
I am listening.
Silence the noise within my spirit,
Still the voices of my mind.
Let Your voice echo through me,
Resounding, clear, and true.

Come alive in me, Lord —
Be more real than my very flesh.
Align my heart with Yours,
Shape my will to follow You.

Feed me not with milk, but with bones —
With wisdom, with truth, with strength.
Revitalize my spirit,
Nourish my soul,
Enrich my life with Your presence.

Oh Lord, I am Yours.
Spiritual hunger
Jesus' baby Mar 28
Sit, process.
Place your hand on your chin,  
let the weight of thought settle.  
Digest.  
Sketch the craft  
your heart desires.  

Now I see why  
it is engraved—  
Know yourself.
Shape yourself.  
Only then should love find you,  
not to complete you,  
but to complement the wholeness  
you’ve become.  

I look at him,  
then back at myself—  
we are two worlds apart.  
The small connections between us  
try to whisper,  
but my identity shouts back.  

I mistook admiration for love.  
I mistook yearning for destiny.  
I wanted to be seen,  
so I let myself drown  
in a love that wasn’t real.  

But now, I must sift myself,  
slowly, painfully, deliberately—  
pulling away in fragments,  
escaping his grip,  
even as guilt grips me back.  

I fear breaking him,  
but I am breaking myself.  
And so, I ask—  
Lord, permit me to mold  
what remains of me.
The illusion of love I once believed in.
Realization and repentance.
I hope he understands.
Jesus' baby Nov 2024

‎Tiny as a mustard seed,
‎Faith bursts forth, uncontainable,
‎Shaking earth, moving mountains,
‎Unyielding, unstoppable.

‎The Unshakable Word, divine,
‎Spoke life to our deepest design,
‎A promise kept, a bond sealed,
‎Forever changing, forever revealed.

‎In the believer's trembling hand,
‎This seed of faith takes root, expands,
‎Unfailing, unbeatable might,
‎Conquering darkness, shining light.

‎Unshaken, unwavering, free,
‎Faith stands, a fortress, in thee,
‎A force that earthquakes cannot shake,
‎A love that mountains cannot partake.


This poem is dedicated to the fact that with faith in God nothing is impossible
Jesus' baby Dec 2024
Oh,
I need more than life can give,
My soul aches, longing for Jesus to truly live.
I feel empty,
I feel...
Words fail me.

I need help, but I have
No words that suffice.
I cry out—help me, Lord!

Help me, Jesus.
Help me, Holy Spirit.
A simple faith in God
Jesus' baby Aug 2024
Young soul waiting,
that undying passion.
It's sweet to the mind and heart.

Burning in the heart,
Love for one.

Stares deeply,
Waiting for that.
That, which could sweep her feet.
The love of that passion.

Crystal clear is the truth.
The giver of life,
Sits and tells
"I am the way"

Way to that passion
Only I
I am the Light
To ignite and sustain
This undying passion

Hopes glitter on her face.
He is mine to please.
Jesus' baby Dec 2024
Crowns bow
No question asked

It is clear
God is King
King of kings

Nations today see
One Creator, One Lord

He is the Almighty
The I am that I am

He is He
No question asked
God is Lord
Jesus' baby Jan 1
Earth was spoken into existence,  
Worlds unfolded at the Maker's call.  
Creatures rose in vibrant persistence,  
As life surrendered, embracing it all.  

But we, the crown of creation’s art,  
Were shaped by hands, not words alone.  
Imprinted with the Maker’s heart,  
Breathed to life from dust.  

This whispers secrets of who we are,  
Crafted with care, uniquely designed.  
A tapestry woven of spirit,soul and body.
Echoing the Maker’s eternal mind.
We Humans are fearfully and wonderfully made. Other creatures were spoken to existence but we were made by the hands of God and then breathedto life.
Jesus' baby Apr 8
How fluidly
His nearness moves—
A quiet weight
The soul approves.

How full of breath
The moments stay,
When presence glows
And clears the grey.

The spirit lifts
Beyond the air,
When joy expands
And pulses there.

But I—
I tasted lies like wine,
And veered from light
By slow design.

The path went dim,
My vision blurred—
I slipped beneath
My own lost word.

Yet still You speak
In silent flame,
With steady hands
That know my name.

Thank You, Lord,
For roots that hold—
For love unearned,
And mercies bold.
He is merciful to forgive
Jesus' baby May 8
Blank as snow,
my mind has resigned—
Not from frail nerves,
but from the loss of momentum.

My fingers wrestle with the pen,
my hand clings to the laptop.
Open the tap—
Let even a drop fall.

Inspire me,
that I might inspire others.

Little by little,
a mighty ocean will stir,
erupting—
Breaking every bound.

Tap the keys, O hand.
Sketch the thoughts, dear fingers.
Just let the mind ignite—
Rome will be built, for sure.

Not unaliving,
but ensuering,
a cure will be found.
Jesus' baby Apr 8
I strayed—
A lost sheep,
Wandering far from my Shepherd.

Ashamed and bare,
I fled from Him
Instead of running to Him.

Yet still,
He came searching—
The Good Shepherd,
Tender and true.
But my heart was hardened,
Steeped in iniquity,
I stood still.

Many times,
I longed to return,
But the thief,
Whispering through my fears,
Kept me hidden.

Now I must return—
I’ve wandered too long.
He is merciful,
Ready to forgive.

Yet still, I tremble...
His presence feels too holy—
My sins,
A stinging slap to my face.
But His gift—
Eternal life
Through Christ.

Never again to run,
I step into
The throne room of mercy—
To obtain grace,
And be made whole.
No matter how far you have strayed from the ways of God, He is merciful to forgive.
Come to Jesus, He is waiting patiently for you.  Don't die in your sins when Jesus has paid the price. Come Home to Jesus.
Jesus' baby Jan 21
My flesh seeks to drown me—  
And by me,  
I mean my Spirit.  

Give the flesh a chance,  
And you'll sink into the depths of depression.  
Your spirit begins to fade,  
And when I say fade,  
I mean the whispers of despair  
That tempt you toward the edge.  

Urgh!  
Get over it!  
Life isn’t over.  
Jesus loves you.  

His joy surpasses all understanding.  
Just open your heart  
And receive the fullness of His peace.  

Oh, what an amazing feeling—  
To be lifted by His grace.
The Joy of the Lord is our strength.
Jesus' baby Dec 2024
All is busy,  
Tangled in their own rush,  
Wrapped in the importance of their world,  
A world that pulls them far from me.

I long to pour out,  
To speak my heart,  
But not in idle chatter,  
Not in words that fall flat.

Yet, they are all choked—  
Choked with the weight of their headaches,  
Their heartaches,  
Lost in their own silent battles.

So here, I remain—  
Turning inward,  
Opening my heart in prayer,  
Or letting my pen bleed truth,  
In the quiet spaces where I am free.
My life as an introvert
Jesus' baby Mar 21
Amusing, isn’t it?
You place your trust in someone  
On nothing but a notion,  
Hoping time will unravel who they are.  

Amusing, isn’t it?
Time spent together,  
A slow unfolding of truth—  
Are you one, or merely apart?  

Arising, entwining,
Each day opens a phase,  
Blooming like cherry blossoms,  
Only to scatter with the wind.  

Amusing, isn’t it?
People come,  
Some choose to stay,  
Others drift away—  
Echoes fading into time.  

What a small universe, indeed.
Jesus' baby Dec 2024
I will not hold my peace.
He came,
He died,
He rose,
He reigns—our Savior eternal.

My voice will not falter.
I speak with bold authority,
For He is my Commander,
And I follow His call.

My life is His,
And in Him, I live.
He is my one true love,
The eternal Lover of my soul.
JESUS CHRIST
Jesus' baby Apr 9
I sought for identity in men—
Fragments of worth in fleeting hands.
I dug deep into the world,
Craving meaning in shifting sands.

Desperate to uncover
Why my soul was stitched with breath,
I wandered through hollow echoes,
Dancing near the edge of death.

Every day,
Still wrapped in hopeless haze,
I pushed on blindly—
Chasing treasures without a map,
Trading joy for empty praise.

I was lost...
A silent searcher beneath loud skies,
Till that divine, unmarked day
When mercy found me—
Not in punishment, but embrace.

I was arrested,
Not by chains of law or man,
But by the gentle grip of grace—
An unseen hand
That led me out of shadow’s place.

Since then,
Love clothed my naked ache,
Bundled me in purpose,
And whispered truths I never knew to seek.

Now lost in Love,
I wander dawn to dusk
With eyes wide to the miracle
That He—still—loves me so.
Psalm 40:2
"He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand."
Jesus' baby Dec 2024
My mind reels back to that moment
When fear's icy grip took hold
A sudden trembling seized my frame
My whole being testified to the panic's claim

I grasped the microphone, a disaster unfolding
My words, a jumbled mess, or so it seemed
Was I speaking or mumbling? I couldn't tell
My mind, a maze of self-doubt, a trickster's spell

In that intense moment, I wished to be
Glued to my seat, silent and free
No care to speak, no need to face
The fear that gripped me, a suffocating space
Fear of public speaking
Jesus' baby Aug 2024
They prayed for a miracle.
A miracle to restore their lost crown.

Fate smiled,
Answering with grace.

An Angel, they believed could heal their broken throne.

They placed their hopes on her wings.
The Angel eager to lift their spirits,
But beneath the weight, she trembled,
Feeling unworthy, fearing she might fall.

Only a miracle,
The Angel also prays,
To lift them high,
For this is her calling,
To make them royal once more.
Jesus' baby Aug 2024
Which path?
Oh, which path!

The roller coaster of intuitions,
Leaning on opinions.
The rising sun, mind racing-
Which path?
The rooster shouts,
Stumbling into reality.

My decisions are shaky.
Leaning on opinions-
Which path?

Which path?
Out of the writings of others,
I chose.

My heart beats with hesitation
My decision slaps me intensely.

Where are they?
I chose from their writings.

Soul awakening
I'm in it.
This is it.

The path
I chose from others-

This path!
Jesus' baby Apr 19
No man,
No creature
Has looked at me with love—
Love that whispers:
“Till the end of time.”

Many come,
Wearing claims,
Speaking unity,
But their eyes—
Their eyes deceive.

Don’t hold me.
I fear I’ll break.
Don’t speak of me—
I tremble to spill from your lips.

My heart shuts out,
My mind dissolves
Like plum in flame.
Still, I forgive—
Even when I shouldn’t.

This life is not mine.
I must walk in the Spirit,
Even as I live by the Spirit.

For without love,
You are nothing
But a resounding cymbal.

Be perfect—
Just as He is.
"If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love,
I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.”
— 1 Corinthians 13:1

“Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.”
— Galatians 5:25
Jesus' baby Dec 2024
In the whisper of your name,
Our hearts collided, sparking a flame.
A bond took root, deep and strong,
A connection that echoes all day long.

Marveled by the paths that led us here,
Our love has blossomed,
Through laughter and tears, we've stood as one,
Together, our love has just begun.

Two souls, entwined, a love so true,
Forever and always, my heart belongs to you.
In your eyes, my future shines bright,
With you, my love, I know we'll ignite.

A millennium of moments we'll share,
A lifetime of love, without a single care.
Our bond will flourish, wild and free,
A love that's meant to be.
My love journey with my Dear
Jesus' baby Nov 2024
‎In the eyes you offered, I searched for a home
‎A place to rest my heart, to call my own
‎But the more I looked, the more I felt astray
‎A dance of doubts, in disarray

‎Your silent screams, a desperate plea
‎"We can't be friends," your heart would say to me
‎But mine, a battlefield, where love and fear would fight
‎Leaving me with just a shadow of what's right

‎In the infarction of our love, I felt the pain
‎A heart once whole, now fractured, in vain
‎I struggled to distinguish love from mere desire
‎A toxic entanglement, that set my soul on fire

‎Now, as I look back, I see the signs
‎A love that was never meant to be mine
‎But in the embers, of what we used to be
‎I'll find the strength, to break free.
#Wrong Relationship
# Regret
Jesus' baby Mar 24
Abba
"Abba Father", we cry—
Not by right, but by mercy,  
Unworthy, yet chosen,  
Bound by love unbreakable.  

What love is this?  
Fierce, relentless, divine—  
That Heaven would surrender  
Its Son for the lost.  

Jesus!
The Lamb, the Warrior, the King—  
Crushed, yet conquering,  
Pierced, yet prevailing,  
Until the cry of victory thundered:  
"It is finished!"

Now liberated, we rise unshaken,  
Fearless before the accuser,  
Facing darkness with fire in our eyes—  
For we war from a victory won!  
Forever, we stand in His name.
The reality of the true children of God
Jesus' baby May 25
Of what essence
Is existence—
Without Life?

Dry,
Weary,
Fiery—
That is existence
Without Life.

Open the hoozle,
Pour in the junk;
Fill your spirit with
What perishes.
I know how this ends.

What is breathing
Without
The Breath of Life?

Life is not
Coordination—
The mind, the flesh
Pulling strings.

Life is
Dying to self,
And rising
In Him.

Open the Book of Light.
Show me men
Who died in Him,
And I will echo:
“There is no Life
Outside Christ.”
Before you shut your heart
Understand we have a Creator
Who will one day judge
Jesus' baby Apr 2
‎Fractured,
‎Yet emerging  insurmountable.
‎A flower bud of a lady I was
‎ Too sensitive for this world's disguise.

‎ The Living Scriptures whisper wisdom:
"Be serpent-wise, yet dove-gentle too"
‎An emotional wreck,
My heart fragile and fluttering.


‎I dragged myself through the mire, Fueled my disaster-
With fear and doubt
My words, a jumbled mess
‎ My confidence a fleeting rout.

‎ But now, without losing my true self
‎I face the world-
‎Not with a mask
‎ But with the skin of a true soldier

‎ The warrior silenced, chained
‎Breaks out of hibernation
‎Wild, unshackled, wholly me
‎Taking my stand - fearless.

A journey in a nutshell.
Jesus' baby Dec 2024
I dread another day.
In this moment,
This fragile moment of life,
I dread its relentless continuation.

The day slips in slowly,
Slips in beautifully.
But wait—
What does it hold this time?

My heart fears the marathon,
A marathon of chasing.
You ask,
What am I chasing?
I am as lost as you.

Another day—
A gift many would trade anything for.
So, I rise.
I continue waking up.
I rise and keep rising.
Jesus' baby Apr 19
"Crucify Him"
"Crucify Him!"—
The echo cracked the sky,
Yet He stood—
A storm in silence,
Pain braided with purpose.

Lifted high
On timbered shame,
He whispered,
"It is finished..."
and the veil obeyed.

Time hurtled forward—
Empires fell,
Hearts turned,
Billions touched by the whisper
Of eternal breath.

Death died that day.
Hell held a wake too soon.
He made a theater of their fall—
Stripped shadows,
Shamed the prince of dusk.

And when the third dawn broke,
Graves gasped.
The stone blinked open,
And trembling winds whispered—
He lives.

Now,
Time bows to Truth.
The Saviour reigns,
Not behind clouds,
But in crowned hearts.

Death swings a broken sword,
Still raging
In a war already lost.
"Having disarmed principalities and powers, He made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them in it."
—Colossians 2:15 (NKJV)
Jesus' baby Mar 11
Don’t be deceived, don’t close your eyes,  
For darkness wears a bright disguise.  
The devil shines, but it’s a lie —  
A hollow glow that fades and dies.  

The world is blind, they cannot see,  
They chase the dark, think they are free.  
But shadows dance where light should be,  
And chains are called sweet liberty.  

The only light, so pure and true,  
Is Jesus Christ, who shines on you.  
He guides your steps, makes all things new,  
His love is fire, His word is blue.  

So stay awake, keep watch, beware —  
Not every glow means He is there.  
Hold fast to Him, in faith and prayer,  
And find your light in love’s pure care.
JESUS CHRIST IS THE TRUE LIGHT
Jesus' baby May 11
MOTHER
A word thoughtfully
Spiritfully
Embroidered.

Many pushed forth
A few nurtured and brooded.

Mother—
An entity enjoyed by some
But tasted by so few.

Hurray
I sing of a woman
My world.

I celebrate my hope
Wrapped for me
From God.

Happy Mother's Day
To my Odogwu
Jesus' baby Jan 17
Lost in you, I drift,  
Your thought, my soul's swift lift.  

My world stops, yet spins anew,  
You alone I revolve into.  

Oh, my heart, is this true?  
A love eternal, fresh, and new.
Jesus' baby May 4
Young plants laugh—
carefree in the wind,
smiling at the sun,
whispering, “Time waits for us.”

They sway,
but do not root.
They stretch upward
without drawing deep.
Still they hum, “Time is a friend.”

Unaware—
of the soil's silent pleading,
the richness beneath,
the mercy in the earth.
They hope for a tomorrow
not promised.

Wisdom calls—
“Serve Me in the days of your youth.”
But they chant back,
loud in their pride,
“We are the pulse of this age!”

The Master stands,
hands open,
eyes full of knowing:
Take position.
Take your place.

And I,
a quiet observer,
a hopeful heart,
wonder—
Will they hear Him in time?
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;
-- Ecclesiastes 12:1
KJV Holy Bible

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