From Barren Clay to Silver Showers: A Poem of Righteous Sowing by Debbie Harris

25 Saturday Apr 2026

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Hosea 10:12 (KJV)
Sow to yourselves in righteousness, reap in mercy; break up your fallow ground: for it is time to seek the LORD, till he come and rain righteousness upon you.

(A Rhymed Reflection on Hosea 10:12)
In furrowed fields where wild weeds tangle free,
Sow seeds of righteousness with steady hand;
Break up the hardened crust of fallow lea,
And turn the barren clay to fertile land.
Reap not in wrath, but mercy’s gentle rain—
Let justice bloom where thorns once held their sway.
The time is ripe; the season calls again:
Seek now the Lord before the close of day.
Plough deep the soul’s neglected, stony sod,
Cast every idle stone and root of pride.
For He who waits with patience from above
Will split the heavens, pouring grace worldwide.
Then righteousness shall fall like silver showers,
And every heart renewed shall sing His praise—
A harvest heavy with eternal flowers,
Where mercy crowns the labor of our days.
So labor while the morning light is bright,
And trust the Sower who makes all things new;
In broken ground His glory takes its height—
The Lord will come and rain His goodness true.

In Crimson Dawn of Grace: New Hearts, New Minds, and the Triumphant Life of the Redeemed by Debbie Harris

25 Saturday Apr 2026

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To my King and High Priest, Jesus Christ — who has made us kings and queens in Your kingdom.

In crimson dawn of grace where shadows flee,
We stand as royally redeemed, set free—
Not slaves to dust, but heirs of heaven’s throne,
New creatures born; the old self buried, gone.
Our hearts, once stone, now pulse with holy fire,
Our souls refreshed by living streams that never tire,
Our minds renewed, illumined by the Word,
We cherish righteousness as heaven’s greatest treasure, long deferred.
O joy unbounded! In the sacred scroll we pore,
On statutes pure as gold, on wisdom’s endless store;
Each precept sings, a melody divine,
And in our spirits leaps the triumph of the Vine.
No weary yoke, but eagle’s wings of might,
We walk His ways through storm and starry night;
In victory’s stride, with banners high unfurled,
We live the law of love that conquers all the world.
For Christ has crowned us kings and queens to reign,
In robes of righteousness, unmarred by sin’s dark stain;
With gladness we obey, with laughter we ascend,
God’s kings and queens—forever crowned, forever blest.

A Biblical Lament in Rhyme:The Serpent’s Subtle Poison –A Cry Against Toxic Suspicion,False Discernment Disguised as Wisdom,and the Urgent Call for the Churchto Clothe Herself Again in Christ’s Own Mercy by Debbie Harris

25 Saturday Apr 2026

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A Biblical Lament in Rhyme


O children of dust, why wield the iron rod,
And pour out suspicion instead of the blood?
The Lamb has been slain, His mercy your price—
Why hoard what He purchased at infinite cost?
He clothed you in garments of righteousness pure,
Yet you cast on your brother or sister a cloak of manure.
You count every fault with a critical eye,
While grace that redeemed you goes begging nearby.
Discernment is holy, a lamp from above,
A sword sharp with truth, ever tempered by love.
It sees the wolf coming in wool soft and white,
Yet prays for the sinner returning by night.
But toxic suspicion, that serpent of old,
Spins webs of division and fear from its hold.
It whispers in shadows, “Beware of them all,”
And turns tender mercy to vinegar gall.
“Judge not,” said the Master, “or judgment you’ll reap,”
The measure you give will be measured in heaps.
Yet you search hidden hearts that the Lord alone knows,
And pile heavy burdens where mercy should flow.
This is the Accuser’s most crafty device—
To dress up his shame in the robes of “discernment precise.”
He calls it wise caution; the saints bleed instead,
While love that should bind them lies wounded and dead.
Repent, ransomed people! Put on Christ’s own heart,
Who dined with the tax-man and touched the unclean.
Who looked on the fallen and spoke words of peace:
“Neither do I condemn—go and sin no more, cease.”
Let grace like a river flow out from the Stone,
Once smitten for sinners, now life-giving throne.
Wash clean every rust of suspicion and fear,
That the world may behold that His people are here.
Blessed is the soul who discerns yet extends
The same boundless mercy that heaven descends.
Unashamed they’ll stand when the Judge appears,
Clothed in the grace they have scattered for years.
But woe to the heart locked in bitter distrust—
It eats its own venom and turns into dust.
The door it refused to another extend,
Shall one day be shut when its own cry ascends.
Selah.

Unmoved Through Every Age: The Presence That Holds by Debbie Harris

23 Thursday Apr 2026

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One sets the Lord before them, ever near,
a constant light that holds through every hour.
No fleeting fear, no gathering doubt appears
where divine presence calms the restless power.

At their right hand the Sovereign stands secure,
an unshakable pillar when foundations sway.
Though tempests rage and shifting seasons scar,
they stand unmoved, held steady in that sway.

What tremor dares assail a soul so stayed?
What shadow falls where heaven’s anchor lies?
Each step they take is firm, each breath arrayed
in quiet strength beneath unchanging skies.

Let empires rise and crumble into dust,
let ages turn and stars forget their name—
through every trial, every trial’s thrust,
their heart remains, forever in His claim.

The world may spin in wild and furious play—
they shall not ever be moved, come what may.

Complete in the Triumphant Fullness of Jesus Christ Our Lord by Debbie Harris

23 Thursday Apr 2026

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Colossians 2:9-10
For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily.
And ye are complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power.

This poem joyfully proclaims that every soul finds total completeness, wholeness, and victory in Jesus Christ our Lord. It depicts believers as fully restored and reigning in Him—lacking nothing—resting secure in His perfect fullness, righteousness, and triumph over every obstacle.

The poem is written in a majestic literary style using consistent iambic pentameter and an ABAB rhyme scheme across six quatrain stanzas. Its smooth rhythm, vivid imagery, and rising refrains create a powerful, celebratory flow that feels both elegant and uplifting, matching the triumphant message.

In Jesus Christ our Lord, the soul stands complete,
No fragment missing, no dominion of defeat;
The fullness of the Godhead bodily resides
Within the One through whom all grace abides.
The ransomed rise, made whole by crimson tide,
No longer chained by law or fleshly stride;
In Him they dwell, lacking no gift, no light—
Complete in Christ, the Everlasting Might.

Triumphant anthems thunder from the heights,
Where principalities before Him bow;
The broken find their shattered days made right,
And empty vessels overflow somehow.
No longer tossed on oceans wild and wide,
Nor haunted by the curse that once held sway,
They wear His righteousness, His peace their guide,
His wisdom lighting every shadowed way.

Majestic Victor, Lion and the Lamb,
Whose glory clothes the heavens and the deep,
The faithful rest secure within the I AM,
Co-heirs with Him who woke from death’s cold sleep.
The serpent’s head lies crushed beneath His heel,
Death’s iron gates swing open at His word;
The ransomed throng in robes of glory kneel,
Yet rise to reign with Christ, their risen Lord.

O mystery divine, O boundless grace,
That mortal clay in union should be filled
With heaven’s treasure, sealed in sacred place,
Where every striving soul is stilled and stilled.
No height, no depth, no power, nothing less
Can sever this completeness from their breast;
They lift their voices in triumphant dress—
Complete, complete in Jesus Christ our Lord confessed.

Let galaxies resound, let ages sing,
Let every tongue proclaim the Victor’s fame;
In Him they live, they move, their anthems ring—
Forever whole and holy is His name.
The battle won, the race forever run,
The joy begun that never shall grow dim:
All glory, honor, praise to God the Son—
Complete in Jesus Christ our Lord, in Him, in Him!

Triumphant Pursuit: Press On to Know Christ, the Spring Rain of Our Souls by Debbie Harris

23 Thursday Apr 2026

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Triumphant Pursuit: Press On to Know Christ, the Spring Rain of Our Souls is a joyful, victorious Christian poem inspired by Hosea 6:3. It calls believers to passionately pursue deeper knowledge of Christ, celebrating His coming as sure as the dawn and refreshing as spring rains that bring life and abundance.Form: Written in 8 rhyming quatrains (AABB scheme) with energetic, uplifting rhythm — designed for easy reading and heartfelt proclamation.

Let us know; let us press on to know the LORD;
His going out is sure as the dawn;
He will come to us as the showers,
as the spring rains that water the earth.
~ Hosea 6:3

Let us arise! Let us press on to know
The Lord our God in glory’s radiant flame!
Our hearts are burning, spirits overflow,
Awake, alive, exulting in His name!

We run the race with joy that overflows,
His faithfulness breaks forth, victorious, vast—
As dawn exploding where the sunrise grows,
A blazing triumph lighting all the vast!

Behold, He comes—triumphant as the light
That floods the heavens, brilliant, strong, and free!
His presence surges, dazzling, pure, and bright,
Turning our whole world into victory!

He comes as showers on the thirsty ground,
As spring rains dancing, lavish, pure, and sweet;
They burst in silver glory all around,
And every desert bursts with life complete!

Green waves of harvest roll across the plain,
Lift up your voice, O soul—let anthems ring!
The King is here! His mercy reigns again!

Press on, press on! The dawn has overcome!
The rains are here—the victory is won!

Triumphant in Grace: Building Yourselves Up in Most Holy Faith by Debbie Harris

23 Thursday Apr 2026

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This triumphant poem expands Jude 1:20-21 (KJV), calling believers to build on most holy faith, pray in the Holy Spirit, stay rooted in God’s love, and eagerly await Christ’s mercy leading to eternal life. It moves from active spiritual building to victorious hope in Christ’s return.Structure note: Seven quatrains in flowing ABCB rhyme with hymn-like rhythm, creating a clear ascent from obedience to triumphant glory.

But you, beloved, building up yourselves on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Ghost, keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.”
~ Jude 1:20-21 (KJV)

O beloved, lift your eyes beyond the fray,
Where tempests rage and shadows seek to bind,
Build high your faith upon the Rock today—
A tower of holy fire, unconfined.

With hands of prayer that grasp the Spirit’s wind,
Invoke the breath that shakes the ancient deep;
Let tongues of glory from your spirit ascend,
A ceaseless anthem where the angels keep.

Keep yourselves within the love of God,
A fortress blazing, golden, fierce, and true—
No wave of doubt, no night of fear can mar
The blazing heart where His affection grew.

Wait—O triumphant wait!—for mercy’s crown,
The Lord’s return in splendor, swift and bright;
His mercy like a river rushing down
To carry souls into eternal light.

Behold the dawn! The trumpet splits the skies,
The King descends with healing in His wings;
We rise as one, with victory in our eyes,
And sing the song the ransomed sinner sings.

Beloved, stand! The battle’s won in grace,
Eternal life awaits your lifted face.


Not Unto Us: Sonnet by Debbie Harris

23 Thursday Apr 2026

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This devotional sonnet, rooted in Psalm 115:1, is a humble prayer that gives all glory to God rather than to humanity. It acknowledges human frailty (“we are but dust”), celebrates God’s glory revealed in creation (rose, ocean, stars), and finds comfort in His sustaining love amid sorrow. The poem ends by directing all honor, blessing, and worship back to God alone. In short: a quiet, reverent offering of praise that moves from human smallness to divine mercy and eternal glory.

Psalm 115:1
Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory, for thy mercy, and for thy truth’s sake.

O Lord, not unto us the crown of fame,
Nor mortal lips that boast their hollow song;
We are but dust that trembles at Thy name,
And only echoes what Thy winds prolong.

The rose unfolds its velvet heart in flame
Because Thy mercy bids the morning strong;
The ocean’s pulse, the starry host’s acclaim—
All breathe Thy truth where truth has lingered long.

Yet in our frailty still Thy glory gleams,
A fountain brighter than the noonday sun,
A love that weaves through sorrow’s darkest dreams
And lifts the fallen when their race is run.

To Thee alone the everlasting beams
Of honor, blessing, worship—ever One.

Waiting Upon the Triune Throne: Renewal Through Christ Who Strengthens Us by Debbie Harris

22 Wednesday Apr 2026

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After spending time meditating on Isaiah 40:31 and Philippians 4:13, the Lord stirred this poem in my heart. It’s a reflection on waiting upon our Triune God — trusting Him to renew us with strength, talent, and ability for every task He calls us to, all so that His name may be glorified

Isaiah 40:31
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Philippians 4:13
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”

In quiet hush where heaven’s threefold light
Burns pure and whole upon the altar throne,
We wait on God whose presence ends our night—
The Triune One whose strength becomes our own.

The Father speaks and holds the stars in place,
The Spirit breathes as wind and holy Dove,
And Jesus Christ, the Son of matchless grace,
Reveals His scars, the emblem of His love.

Our restless feet once raced through dust and haste,
Disrupting peace with hurried, anxious stride;
Yet here we linger, trusting in His grace—
The threefold cord no power can divide.

We wait on Him, and in that sacred pause,
Christ whispers deep: “Through Me you shall prevail.”
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me”—
His risen life becomes our holy sail.

Like cedars rooted by the Father’s streams,
Like vines that cling unto the living Vine,
Like olives kissed by Spirit’s warming beams,
We draw new strength from glory’s vast design.

The desert heart blooms under Jesus’ gaze,
Where Father speaks and order clothes the ground;
The Son declares His victory ablaze,
And Spirit makes the barren places crowned.

In lengthening wait our roots drive deeper still,
Through Christ alone we mount on eagles’ wings;
We run unweary, guided by His will,
And walk the path where resurrection sings.

O soul, be still and know the mystery sweet:
The longer we abide in Christ our Lord,
The more the Triune God makes us complete—
Renewed in Him, by Him, and through His Word.

For Father plans, the Spirit empowers true,
And Jesus Christ supplies the strength we need;
In waiting we are lifted, made anew,
With talent, strength, and ability to succeed.

He is our All—Creator, Savior, Friend—
The Three-in-One whose love will never cease;
In Him our waiting finds its perfect end,
To glorify His name with every strength and gift released.

In a Moment, In the Twinkling — Unlike Any Hour by Debbie Harris

21 Tuesday Apr 2026

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Where empires rose and crumbled into dust,
The threads of prophecy now interlace—
A tapestry of fire, of storm, of trust.

Wars whisper “nation against nation” still,
Yet echo louder than the ancient drums;
Earthquakes shake the cradles of the hills,
And famines stalk where golden harvests once
Bent heavy under sun and gentle rain.

Pestilence in vials, deception’s art—
False lights that flicker where the truth once shone;
The fig tree greens again on sacred ground,
And Israel stands, a beacon and a stone.

Knowledge surges like a tidal wave,
Yet wisdom falters in the hearts of men;
The gospel races to the farthest isle,
While lawlessness unchains what once was pen.

The Restrainer holds, but tremors tell
His grip may loosen in the appointed hour.
The Bridegroom’s footsteps echo soft and near—
Not with trumpet blast that shakes the tower,
But sudden, silent as the thief at night.

O Church, awake! Lift up your weary eyes.
The birth pains quicken; labor’s cry is near.
In twinkling moment, in a breath, a sigh,
The dead in Christ shall rise without a tear,
And we who linger shall be caught away—

To clouds of glory, to the wedding feast,
Where every sorrow finds its swift release.
No eye has seen, no ear has fully heard
The joy that waits beyond this trembling veil.

So watch, beloved. The signs are not in vain.
They point, they converge, they call like distant horn:
“Behold, He comes!”—and all shall be made new
In that grand event, that blessed Rapture morn.