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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 Mar 19
I plan,  
I schedule,  
I envision,  
Dreams take shape within my heart,  
And my mind whispers, Yes, go forth.

Yet, like clay in the Potter’s hands,  
My fate is His to mold.  
Men may plan, but God ordains.  

I surrender—  
Not my will, but His be done.  
A child stepping beyond her parents' shadow,  
A woman facing the world's vast unknown,  
I long to be wrapped in the Almighty.  

For my strength will fail me—  
In this crash,  
In this rush,  
In this restless universe.  

Yet in Him alone,  
My spirit and soul  
Say Yes.
Finding peace in God.
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 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 8
The hustling,
The bustling,
The endless rustling —
Journeying through,
My eyes reel,
My heart screeches,
My soul needing retraining —
This hush life not mine.

Stepping into my homeland,
I knew displacement.
The air too thick,
The pace too fast,
The noise — a rhythm I never learned.

From a country serene,
I came,
Where peace was my daily bread,
And calm held me like a lover.

But here —
Here my spirit recoils,
My heart protests,
My eyes hurl against the rush
Of this my Nigeria.

Blood of Nigeria,
But bred in another’s heart —
I tasted peace and bliss
In this, my adopted home.

Can I deny my country?
My lineage trips there,
My name sings of its soil —
But my spirit whispers
In another tongue.

A proud Nigerian —
Am I?
I laugh.

Yet still,
My roots — Nigeria.
I am torn in between accepting my identity as a Nigerian or denying it
Jesus' baby Mar 5
I know a Hero —  
A mother goose,  
Watching over her chicks  
With love and grace.  
Oh, my Hero.  

I know a Hero —  
She is my world.  
God knows I speak the truth;  
He blessed me with her.  
Oh, my Hero.  

I know a Hero —  
Without her, my life is void.  
Oh, my Hero.  

While other chicks speak  
Of their proud Roosters as heroes,  
I speak of her —  
Not as a Heroine,  
For calling her that  
Would only lessen her strength.  
She is my Hero.
A poem to my mother, My Hero
Jesus' baby Feb 19
Implanted by hands like no other,
Planted by a mind wider than the universe,
Watered by the river of living water.

The seed buds—
Budding, glowing, blooming—
Under the watchful gaze of the Bloomer.

He has cultivated fertile soil,
Enriched with manure of wisdom and grace.
The flower blooms, shining,
Lifting its face to His Sun—the Bloomer.

I am in Him,
Just as He is in the Father.
I am a branch in the True Vine,
Rooted, flourishing, everlasting.

Hallelujah.
Spiritual Growth
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