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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 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 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 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 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.

— The End —