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Sep 12 · 346
HIS MERCY
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
Sep 12 · 400
TRUTH READS
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
Aug 31 · 334
ELOHAI HAKOL
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)
Aug 8 · 53
BE STILL
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.
Aug 4 · 64
GAVEL
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.
Aug 3 · 47
A RISE TO STRIDE
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
Aug 1 · 40
VERSES OF ME
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
Jul 31 · 30
NOTE
Jesus' baby Jul 31
The Bible says, “The violent take it by force.”
All my life, I believed in peace — Let love reign, I’d say.
But now, through the help of the Holy Spirit, I’ve come to a deeper understanding:
Sometimes, to get what you truly desire, you have to be mad enough to go for it.

Life does not reward passivity.
You can't take life nonchalantly and expect an impactful turnaround.
It takes holy violence, determination, and divine clarity to reach heights no one else has dared to reach.

People don’t just get what they want by sitting back — they put in the work.
Desire alone will not get you there;
But desire in action, fueled by faith in God, changes everything.

Why?
Because it’s not just about trusting your effort —
It’s about yielding to the One who holds your destiny,
Knowing who you are and whose you are,
And trusting the One who is able to turn your life around.

The verse “When I speak of peace, they are for war”
Is an oxymoron to the natural mind —
But the Holy Spirit has taught me this:
To be a solicitor in speech and a warrior at heart.

Life isn’t always what you expect it to be.
Life becomes what you fight for,
In prayer, in faith, in purpose.
Jul 29 · 37
CONNECTING DOTS
Jesus' baby Jul 29
Seasons,
Seasons,
Seasons.
In every being,
Time changes.

Addition to one,
Subtraction from another,
Multiplication to the next,
Division to the new.

Comparison—
Truly a theft
Of joy,
Hope,
And peace.

In one’s life,
Seasons unfold:
Spring,
Summer,
Autumn,
Winter.

Transiting smoothly
Tells of the success
And purpose
Your life unravels.

Seasons,
Seasons,
Seasons—
Mark your season
And unleash fully.
To whom it may concern.
Jul 20 · 54
Still
Jesus' baby Jul 20
Time speaks,
Time is speaking.

In stillness,
You can listen.

Though it tarries,
It shall be—
And not delay.
Faith in God.
Jul 7 · 45
...
Jesus' baby Jul 7
...
I am changing —
Truly, I am a different me.
But the question lingers
Like an echo in my bones:
Am I becoming
The best version of me —
Or just a stranger
Wearing my name?
A silent sigh
Jun 9 · 150
RISE FROM YOUR SHADOWS
Jesus' baby Jun 9
It lies within—
In your deepest quiet place.
Stir the rivers of your soul
Till oceans rise
And break their bounds.

No being lacks a gift,
No soul without endowment—
Each formed with purpose.

Let passion's quiet flame
Unfold dimensions unexplored;
From steady drops
An ocean forms,
And skill, when honed,
Will crown the work with beauty.

Close your eyes to blind applause;
Open them to the greatness
Seeded in your frame.

Shine—
Till your very presence
Reveals the Perfect Spirit
Living through you.
May 25 · 204
TRUE LIVING
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
May 17 · 159
A SCAR TO IMPRINT
Jesus' baby May 17
Roses be roses—
no thorns,
no pain,
only pleasure
leaving sweet sensation
on soul and skin.

Fire be fire—
no burn,
no scars,
just remolded,
not to ashes,
but to worth.

Awakening—
realizing
that once I breathe,
and once it ceases,
I embalm to forever.

Not in toil
of envy
or blind admiration
as the world spins on.

In your space,
in your place,
you will shine
and outshine—
like the dawning
of a summer day.

In your voice,
in your sound,
you will rise
and outrise—
like a satellite
in orbit.
You don't need to be someone else to be YOU. You need to find who you are truly in Christ Jesus. Let Him shine through YOU.
May 11 · 213
WRAPPED FROM GOD
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
May 8 · 409
THE POET'S CANCER
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.
May 7 · 81
MY SACRIFICE
Jesus' baby May 7
“To love is to lose with grace.” — Unknown

Spill thee an ocean
Let the waves wail high,
their sorrow shattering the hush.

My heart aches—
cradling love
too heavy to hold.

With trembling hands,
I let go.

Leaving you,
a grief-shaped freedom
haunts the air.
Period.
May 4 · 191
YOUNG PLANTS
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
May 1 · 214
SPIRITUAL EXERCISE
Jesus' baby May 1
Work out—
Let your body speak:
Flesh stretching,
Fibers straining,
Blood pounding,
Mind alert.

There’s a list—
Push-ups, planks, presses—
Each one chasing the same prize:
Strength.
Discipline.
Endurance.

But one remains unsung,
Unseen in gym mirrors,
Unlisted in fitness charts,
Unshared across the globe.

It is the exercise of the unseen—
A sacred training:
Prayer.

Not whispered ritual,
But a fire-breathed posture—
Spirit clenched,
Soul bending,
Body bowed low.

This workout unbinds:
Spirit ignited,
Soul awakened,
Mind renewed—
A trembling reach
That brushes the robe of God.
Spirit meeting Spirit,
Deep calling unto deep.

They call it prayer.
But I—
I know it as sweat of the soul.

For while the body gains little,
The one who presses through to touch the Divine
Is changed.
Expanded.
Exalted.
Magnified.
May 1 · 219
SORES TO SONG
Jesus' baby May 1
Diseased
Sores bloomed on my soul—
a garden of pain,
thorned with worry,
tended by doubt.

Anxieties gnawed the edges of my mind,
each thought a wave
crashing against fragile faith.

Diseased.
I exhaled despair
onto the ulcers
that blistered my skin—
a silent cry only heaven heard.

Then,
His Spirit gathered me
like a wind gathers ashes.
In the hush of His Presence,
I was not condemned—
I was cleansed.

My spirit, once bound,
now shouted:
Victory.
Freedom.
Peace.

The sores on my soul
simmered into silence,
their fire quenched
by mercy.
I emerged—
clean,
pure,
whole.

My mind, once a battlefield,
now rested in light.
My soul, once silenced,
began to hum its healing.
My spirit realigned,
cradled in the rhythm of grace.

La, la, la—
my spirit danced.

Li, li, li—
my soul replied.

And my body—
once weary—
now moved
to the tempo of testimony:
Hallelujah.
My testimony.
Jesus' baby Apr 28
Thus says the Spirit:

Intentionality.
Effort.
Diligence unceasing.
By My Spirit —
You shall strike the mark.

Work out your salvation.
Be ye separated.
The voice of the Spirit thunders:
Purposed intentionality!

Behold —
I have set before you
Life and death.
Choose Life!
That you may live.

I have granted free will;
Yet My Spirit cries:
Turn!
Set your face!
Choose the Way of Life!

Acceptance is the beginning, not the end.
It is the gate, not the prize.
Walk ye through!
Move with purpose!
Run with resolve!
Set your face as flint
Toward the Kingdom!

Work out your salvation
With fear,
With trembling.

The sirens of Heaven sound.
The alarm is raised.
The Spirit warns:

Be diligent, O soul.
Be steadfast, O heart.
For the Day draws near —
Nearer than you know.

Thus says the Spirit.
Apr 27 · 268
FROM DUST TO WELLSPRING
Jesus' baby Apr 27
A parched soil—
cracked, barren, yearning,
thirsty,
sinking into death.

My spirit, withering,
gnawed by hollow hunger,
enlisted in error
by a single act:

The act—
sealing shut
the Word of God,
the Living Water.

My soul,
a silent witness to this wrong,
sank
into depression,
into hopelessness,
into dust.

Yet opening His Word,
I drank from ancient wells—
joy spilling,
peace unfurling,
hope reborn.

For He
is His Word,
overflowing
in my hands.
Apr 26 · 144
A CORD OF THREE
Jesus' baby Apr 26
Like a key and a padlock,
We unite in the Master's hand.

Like a pen and a paper,
We theorize in the Master's wisdom.

Like mud and water,
We form by the Master's will.

No us without His,
No me without you.

Complete in Him,
We edify one another as one.

Like a seed in the Master's vineyard,
We are fruitful,
Fulfilling our unity.
And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a threefold cord is not quickly broken.
-- Ecclesiastes 4:12
KJV Holy Bible

A union in God.
Apr 25 · 79
FROM HOPELESS TO HELD
Jesus' baby Apr 25
I was the echo in an empty room,
a shadow unloved by the light,
the prayer that faltered mid-breath—
half hope, half hush.

Grief wore me like a second skin,
and silence knew my name
better than joy ever dared to.
Every yes lost in the valley of no.

But grace—
it did not shout.
It came like morning
spilling gold on ruin,
steady as the hand
that cupped my cracked spirit
and called it whole.

I did not climb out.
I was carried.
Through muck and memory,
through the ache of again,
through the questions
that bruised my faith
but could not break it.

Now,
I stand—not tall, but steady—
not without scars,
but with story.
Held not because I held on,
but because Love never let go.
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.
—Psalm 40:2
Apr 23 · 614
FROM DREAM TO DIVINE
Jesus' baby Apr 23
Scheduled
I sketched my life
with bold strokes of ambition—
my mind dancing,
my heart skipping like a tambourine.

I saw myself
advocating, defending—
a smile stitched on courtroom wins,
my name echoing through channels,
my praise in every mouth.
I daydreamed,
I built bliss in a vision
I thought was mine.

But my aim was narrow.
He, in wisdom, drew another path—
a path where mud clings,
where stains speak,
where pain walks beside me.

Like a painter
He brushed a new canvas
and smiled,
“Perfect for my daughter.”

Now, in the path He destined,
I care—
holding lives on fragile lines.
I teach,
I advocate for health.
I cry,
offering comfort,
living empathy.

Now, it’s no longer fantasy—
but His will done.
And in this,
I’ve found true bliss—
rising each day
to walk this chosen road.

In Him,
I see the masterpiece.
Perfect.
God's plans are always perfect.
I trust in His plan for my life.
Apr 19 · 76
A VOICE CALLING OUT
Jesus' baby Apr 19
Wake up,
Wake up—
Are you slumbering
In the name of rocking?

It is written:
The devil has blinded their eyes.
Do you fantasize
Peace and life in hell?

Hello,
Hello—
You're dying,
Deceived
In the name of freedom.

Run while you can,
Run fast—
Let your heels
Hit your head
If that’s what it takes.

Run,
Run,
Now—
Into the arms of Jesus.

Wake up,
Wake up,
Before you're dead—
Dead in your slumber.
In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.
-- 2 Corinthians 4:4 (KJV HOLY BIBLE)
Apr 19 · 84
SHINE THROUGH ME
Jesus' baby Apr 19
Let me shine
As a city set upon the hill—
Unhidden, unwavering,
A beacon carved in twilight.

Let me burn,
Not as a candle
Tucked beneath the bed,
But as a flame that dares the dark
And declares the dawn.

Let me radiate—
The glory of my God,
Unmistakable,
Undeniable.

I must shine,
That the world may see,
And testify of good works born of grace,
Then lift their voice in praise
To the One who lit this fire.

It is mandated—
It is commanded:
By your fruits they will know you.
So let them see Jesus in me,
As He is in God,
His breath within my becoming,
Alive in the current of His heart,
No longer I—
But Christ revealed.
A true believer in Christ Jesus seeks to glorify God and God alone.
Apr 19 · 85
TILL THE END OF TIME
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
Apr 19 · 389
WHEN THE GRAVES GASPED
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)
Apr 16 · 80
SHAPING IN SURRENDER
Jesus' baby Apr 16
Caged by identities,
I struggled—
I fought
to discover my own.

Jailed by perceptions,
I roamed through fumes—
hazy,
uncertain,
failing to see myself.

Pleasing
a multitude I did not know,
I lost the one I should’ve known—
me.

In one moment,
I saw myself in someone.
In the next,
I became another.

My life, unruly—
disfigured,
formless,
losing identity.

Then came the realizing:
only my Savior
am I called
to please.

I carried my burden
to Him—
just as He promised,
I rest.

This life—still confusing,
still disfigured—
yet I take shape.
A desirable shape,
slowly,
but certainly.
For anyone who’s ever lost themselves trying to be everything to everyone—this is for you. A journey through confusion, expectations, and the quiet clarity that comes when you surrender it all to the One who truly sees you. I’m learning to take shape, slowly but certainly.
Apr 9 · 79
THE UNMARKED DAY
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."
Apr 8 · 388
CONVICTION IN INK
Jesus' baby Apr 8
If penning my faith
In my Savior is a crime,
Then I’ll commit it—
Again and again.

If voicing the weight
Of my Lord is a felony,
Then let me indulge—
With joy in my soul.

Gifted are His children:
Some take the podium,
Some shape minds,
Some lay down in service.

Yes—
Gifted am I,
To masterfully imprint
Words that travel nations,
Writing His kingdom come.

Fulfilling my calling—
The Writing Evangelist.
Apr 8 · 129
THE MELODY I MISSED
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
Apr 8 · 271
ASHES AND ECHOES
Jesus' baby Apr 8
This life—
A breath in retreat,
An echo lost among hollow songs.

What profit dwells
In building kingdoms of noise
While the spirit wanes,
Untouched, unknown?

We celebrate illusions—
Chasing flickers of worth,
Naming refuse as reward,
Wading through comforts
That silence the soul.

And yet, the heart knows:
Not every light is warmth.
Not every climb is ascent.

The truth unravels—
A quiet reckoning:
All striving apart from Him
Is wind in closed hands.

So I declare,
With eyes unclouded—
There is no life,
No enduring flame,
Where Christ is not.
Mark 8:36 (KJV):
"For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?"
Apr 8 · 203
THE RETURN
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.
Apr 2 · 80
UNSHACKLED
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.
Mar 28 · 212
THE ELEGY OF US
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.
Mar 27 · 195
ENDEARMENT
Jesus' baby Mar 27
Time fades.  
Time vanishes—  
silent as mist in morning light.  
But time returns,  
heavy, suffocating—  
a phantom gripping my throat.  

Love, do you hear me?  
Love, do you see me?  
Cradle me, break these chains!  
This hatred grips me still,  
tight as iron, cold as night.  
Fold me into your arms—  
don’t let me drown in silence.  

Give my voice a reckoning,  
Rip open the silence,  
Gather my shattered soul,  
Mend me with mercy  
before I disappear.  

Tear these walls apart,  
Love me into freedom.  
Unravel me with peace,  
Soulish me to life—  
before it’s too late.
Locked in someone's heart begging for forgiveness.
Love can conquer hatred.
Mar 26 · 223
SCRIPTED IN LIGHT
Jesus' baby Mar 26
Grant thee a voice to write,  
A blueprint to imprint.  

Bestow thee a script,  
To inscribe with wisdom’s grip.  

Permit thee a spark,  
To blaze through the dark.  

Inspire thee with grace,  
To shine in time and space.
Mar 26 · 152
SEEDS
Jesus' baby Mar 26
Scream, unheard.
Observe, unseen.
Resign, unrested.

Through stillness,  
Pages unfold to the unknown.  
Resign within,  
Unravel slow.  

Unshell gently,  
Invest deeply,  
Bottle fiercely—  
Until...  

Softly,  
Brightly,  
Rising,  
Unmasked.
Mar 24 · 72
GLASSY
Jesus' baby Mar 24
Life like a rose,
as petals dry,
falling off,
drip by drip.

Heart cracking,
Shattering like a delicate ceramic
Heart aching
Withdrawing with joyous assertion


As commanded,
slowly dying—
to self,
to life,
empty,
void,
to be filled,
to be much alive in Him

Silent is the process
But certain is the outcome
A fruitful vine in Him
A requited investment
Mar 24 · 74
TRIUMPHANTLY HIS
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
Mar 21 · 139
THE STIFLING TRUTH
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.
Mar 19 · 157
BEYOND MY WILL
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.
Mar 11 · 106
Who Is Your Light?
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
Mar 11 · 553
THE CRY OF MY SPIRIT
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
Mar 5 · 71
MY HERO
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
Feb 19 · 155
THE BLOOMER
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
Feb 9 · 63
MY HEART CRY
Jesus' baby Feb 9
‎A burden on my heart
‎To rest in His presence

‎A burden in my heart
‎To rest with My Comfort

‎A Spirit cries
‎The Holy Spirit
‎Looking for men

‎Oh am I worthy
‎Please, here I am
‎Am I worthy

‎Pick me
‎Dust me
‎Mould me
‎Form me
‎Make me
‎That vessel of honor yielding
‎To You - Lord

‎Oh my Love
‎Search no more
‎Here I am
‎Your burden
‎My burden
‎Your tears
‎My tears

‎I am here
‎Send me
‎Use me
‎Spend my life

‎Search no further Lord
‎Weep no more King
‎Here I am

My desire is You Lord Jesus
My ernest desire is You
A little girl yearning you.
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