The Powerful Name of Jesus

(Inspired by Philippians 2:9–11)

Say “Jesus,”
and the noise inside grows quiet.
The storm is still there,
but it loses its shout.
Waves that were climbing too high
begin to remember their boundaries,
and my heart,
that was running so fast,
starts to rest again.

Say “Jesus,”
and the chains I’ve worn for so long
don’t feel as tight.
Guilt loosens its grip,
old fears slip to the edges,
and I can feel, even for a moment,
that I am not carrying myself.

Say “Jesus,”
and the dark ahead softens.
I still don’t see very far,
but there is light enough
for the next small step.
His Word feels less like ink on a page
and more like a hand on my shoulder,
guiding, not pushing,
staying, not leaving.

Say “Jesus,”
and I remember I am not alone.
He goes before me,
He stands beside me,
and when I am too tired to move,
He lifts me and carries me
without complaint,
without hurry.

One day,
every knee will bow at that name,
in heaven, in earth,
and under the earth.
But even now,
in an ordinary room
on an ordinary day,
that same name is enough
to calm my storm,
to loosen my chains,
to turn my feet toward home.

Jesus.
My quiet in the wind,
my courage in the shadows,
my light along the path,
my peace that does not leave
when the world does.

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