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Jesus' baby Sep 12
What is life—
If not lived in Christ?
What is life—
If all is for self?
What is life—
If wealth is the only gain?
What is life—
If it ends in condemnation?

I know the Light.
I know the Way, the Truth, the Life.
“Come unto Me,” He says,
“All ye heavy-laden,
And I will give you rest.”

They who have found Him—
Drink and drink again,
Yet the depths are endless,
The intimacy infinite.

I know the Christ who reigns,
Who sits upon His throne,
Yet stoops to draw men near—
As if we are somebody.

Who are we?
Mortal dust,
Yet called children.
Who are we?
Frail and fleeting,
Yet chosen,
Loved,
Redeemed.

Not by labor,
Not by striving,
But by faith,
By hope,
By believing—
We are children of God.
But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ. — Ephesians 2:4–5
Jesus' baby Sep 12
Daily,
New hopes are born,
Old hopes rooted—or uprooted.
Time keeps moving,
The world is noisy,
Everything calls loudly-
Except His presence.

We are more than flesh,
We are spirit—
Like devices thirsting for power,
So our souls thirst for Him.
Electricity fuels machines,
But the Holy Spirit fuels men.

Many are alive,
Yet already dead,
Walking ghosts,
Dim lights
Extinguished by the slightest breeze.

But those who dwell in Christ—
Ah, from afar their fragrance calls!
Their peace is deep,
Their faith is envious,
Their joy a hymn to behold.

Stepping in,
They bring His presence with them.
To some, He is reality;
To others, an abomination.
To few, a visited place;
But to His own,
He is home.

Sweet as honey,
Comforting as rest,
An unexplainable power
Draws them deeper, deeper still.
He knows His own.
He cares for His beloved.
For in Him we live and move and have our being. — Acts 17:28
Jesus' baby Aug 31
Depths
Dimensions
Attributes
Those in Him
Registered.

Rooted in Him
They downloaded
Names unheard
Titles ungirded
Attributes unseen.

Many call Him
El Shaddai
Elohim
El Gibbor
Adonai
Singing a dimension
They recorded.

Captured by Him
Lost in Him
Roots taking depths
He gave me a song
I sing of Him
Elohai Hakol.

Elohai Hakol
Elohai Hakol
My being knew.
ELOHAI HAKOL (MY GOD MY EVERYTHING)
Jesus' baby Aug 8
A thousand words
Would still fall short—
For the war in you
Is wordless fire.

But even in this noise,
Your soul is whispering:
“Peace… please, peace.”

You’re not asking for perfection.
You’re not demanding answers.
You just want stillness—
A quiet that says:
"I know He’s here."

And beloved,
That’s not weakness.
That’s wisdom.

That’s worship
In the middle of weeping.
Jesus' baby Aug 4
Aspire to be you?
A round peg
In a square hole?
To be in your shoes?
No, thank you.

I can't be you—
An eagle
Admires a lion
Just to learn,
Not to become.

There's no kind like me,
And no second you.

A river
Becomes not the sea.
The river smiles
At the sea’s agility,
Nods in admiration,
Acknowledges the sea’s resilience.

To be you?
Ha-ha!
I shall pass.
You are you.  You can either be the best version of you or a shadow of yourself. Strive for excellence in all you do. Be you, develop you and become irreplaceable.
Jesus' baby Aug 3
In silence,
A still small voice
Nudges her ingenuity.

Marble—
A woman shouldering dreams,
Dreams instilled
By a still small voice.

"Rise and shine,"
But how?
She asks.

Quietly,
He replies,
"Light your candle,
Burn—
Till you ignite
Dry woods."

To light,
Become undeniable,
Irreplaceable—
Like fresh air.

Without you,
Death is inevitable.
A STORY JUST BEGINNING
Jesus' baby Aug 1
Every step,
Each turn—
My life speaks.

The Supreme
Lives in me.
The Word was with Him,
The Word is Him.

Embodying Him,
My life—
Verses,
Chapters of Him—
They will read.

Evangelizing,
Not with voice
But with me.
Me—
A life yielded.

A vessel,
Filled with Him,
The Holy Spirit.

I am in Him,
Him in me,
Just as in the Father.

The Bible—
They articulate
Through me.
JOHN 17
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