In Christ Alone: A Poetic Testimony

“A journey through trials, triumphs, and God’s grace.”

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My name is Jasmin Wiley. I am a lover of truth and a seeker of all that reflects God’s beauty and wisdom. Over the years, I’ve been walking a deeply personal and transformative journey in my relationship with the Lord. Along the way, I’ve captured many of my experiences, thoughts, and prayers through poetry and reflections.

  • Love affair with my Flesh

    Why do I love my flesh?

    All my life, I’ve served you.

    I fed you more than I should have at times.

    When you desired pleasure, I made sure you had it.

    I’ve taken you to nice places.

    Your eyes have been pleased with the maze of this world.

    You’ve never been empty.

    When you were stressed, I gave you relief.

    When you lusted, I gave you satisfaction.

    When you were in trouble, I gave in to your lies.

    I made myself low for you,

    And you were always high.

    You found contentment in my pain—because in that, you gained.

    This whole time, I thought you loved me.

    But you only loved yourself.

    All this love I gave you…

    And I received nothing in return.

     

    But this is what happens when you love your flesh.

     

    Today, it ends.

    I am no longer serving you.

    It’s time for you to die.

     

    This toxic relationship is over.

    I am born again.

     

    I’m walking in the Spirit now.

    I see clearer now.

    I’m no longer ignorant of your ways.

     

    I know:

    “If you walk in the Spirit, you shall not fulfill the lust of the flesh.

    For the flesh lusts against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh.”

     

    This is my certificate of divorce to you.

    And this love affair ends today.

     

  • The Day of War

    The day that should have been filled with joy turned into war…

    Before I could even speak, war was already upon me an ancient war.

    And in that moment, I stood at a disadvantage.

    I had no prior training.

    Those before me had not equipped me; instead, they passed down the burden of their losses

    and handed me a cup overflowing with their pain.

    Again, I was in a war—untrained, unprepared.

    Each day I grew, yet still unequipped.

    They gave me only a bandanna and a weapon with an empty clip.

    Still, I fought.

    Some days, I even hid, wondering if maybe just maybe it would be easier for me to join the enemy.

    But you don’t understand:

    This opponent had been watching, waiting,

    studying my weakness, and found the key to my distress.

    I can’t let him win.

    I need a new strategy.

    I’ve been fighting alone.

    I need help.

    I turn to a friend.

    They say, “I know someone who can help you..

    but you must give up your current armory.”

    I say, “No problem. This has never helped me anyway.”

    So I appeal to the Only Potentate,

    and He says to me,

    “I will give you full armor,

    and you will defeat the enemy.

    All I ask is this:

    Put your faith in Me.

    Do you trust Me?”

    I say, “Yes, Sir.”

    Now, I am fully equipped…

    but this armor is different.

    It protects me fully.

    When the enemy comes for me,

    he can’t destroy me.

    Because God… If…

    God is for me who can be against me?

  • My Temporary Home

    This place I live in it feels so foreign to me.

    This earth suit I’ve been given is just the surface of me.

    The soul that is God-given awaits to be home.

    before my Heavenly Father kneeling before his throne,

    in the midst of holy angels, singing.

    “Worthy is the Lamb.”

    But for now, I wait patiently in this present realm

    where the flesh still tries to rule.

    So I deny it.

    like the walking dead.

    When it tries to arise I silence it bringing it into submission…

    His Holy Spirit lives in me, enabling me to be free..

    from the dominion this flesh once had over me.

    Yes, I still feel things in this earth suit.

    It’s layered over my soul.

    When pain rises, I know where to go

    to the Source.

    Jesus he is my healer.

    His yoke is easy, His light shines through me.

    He came to break the chains of fear and deceit.

    (setting this captive free).

    But Still…

    as I reside in this earth suit,

    I live as a foreigner… knowing

    This is only my temporary home.

  • Deep Love

    Endlessly, You came after me…pursued me in my vulnerability.

    When all I had to offer was my brokenness,

    You stepped in like an analyst of the soul.

    Gently, You spoke with words so lovely:

    “Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me,

    for I am meek and lowly in heart,

    and you shall find rest for your soul.”

    I had never heard such words before.

    In my pain, I ran to You

    scars and wounds so deep,

    I was running out of my shoes to you.

    Yet there You were…arms wide open,

    rescuing me.

    Falling into Your comfort

    was where I finally found safety.

    Just by Your touch, my wounds were healed.

    In You, all my pain disappeared.

    How could love heal me so deeply?

    Then, You gently spoke again:

    “I was wounded for your transgressions,

    bruised for your iniquities,

    and by My stripes, you are healed.”

    It all began to make sense.

    Your love…like the perfect fragrance.

    So deep, it’s impossible to weigh.

    So vast, it’s immeasurable.

    Your words are true,

    so I came to taste and see

    that You are Good.