Sparkling Diamond of the Promise by Debbie Harris

24 Saturday Oct 2026

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Introductory Note

These two poems share a single image drawn from Philippians 4:19. The shorter piece presents the promise itself as a sparkling diamond that continually draws God’s royal heirs into praise. The sonnet develops the same promise by seeing Christ as the diamond—the One in whom the riches dwell—and follows the light that moves from Him to meet every need, whether the soul is soaring or simply waiting. Together they offer the image first in its simplest form and then in fuller measure.

A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This short poem holds to a single image: the promise of God meeting every need from the riches of Jesus is a sparkling diamond that does not cease to draw His royal heirs into victorious praise. It is offered as a brief reminder of that sure and shining gift.

The Poet

Short analysis of form

The poem is free verse, arranged in seven short lines that form a single continuous sentence. There is no fixed meter or rhyme scheme. The line breaks isolate each element of the metaphor (the promise, the need, the riches, the diamond, the unceasing action, the heirs, the praise), giving the image a measured, deliberate pace while preserving the unity of the original statement. Its strength lies in compression rather than formal development.

Philippians 4:19 (KJV)

But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

The promise of God

meeting every need

from the riches of Jesus

is a sparkling diamond

that never stops

drawing His royal heirs

into victorious praise.

**To God be the glory always and only.

Christ the Diamond, Supplying Every Need in Everlasting Light by Debbie Harris

24 Saturday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader,

This sonnet began as a single sentence about the promise that God meets every need according to His riches in Christ. As the image developed, the diamond became Jesus Himself—the One in whom those riches dwell and from whom they are given. The light that moves through Him is not merely brightness; it is the steady radiance that reaches both the soaring soul and the waiting one, supplying what is lacking and drawing forth praise. May the words point you to Him.

The Poet

Brief analysis of form

The poem is a Shakespearean sonnet: 14 lines of iambic pentameter arranged as three quatrains and a final couplet, with the rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.

• The first quatrain presents Christ as the diamond who supplies every need according to His riches.

• The second quatrain follows the movement of His light.

• The third quatrain turns to the royal heirs and the answering of their needs.

• The closing couplet gathers the response into victorious praise returned to Him.

The volta occurs between the octave and sestet (after line 8), shifting from the nature of the diamond to the experience of the heirs. The form gives the single image room to develop while still ending with the concentrated affirmation typical of the Shakespearean couplet.

Philippians 4:19 (KJV)

But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

Jesus Himself, the diamond of God’s glory,

supplies each need according to His riches,

cut so the radiance that dwells in Him

must traverse every facet of His graces.

It moves within the clarity of His will,

neither diminished nor by darkness stayed;

each waiting soul receives and rests until

it knows the brightness no night can invade.

The royal heirs who bear His covenant

are crowned with all they lacked and never earned;

what every need had hidden from their sight

is answered now in majesty complete.

Victorious praise ascends, unceasing, free,

and fills the courts of Him whose riches be

the everlasting light of victory.

**To God be the glory always and only.

The Clay by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader,

What you hold is not offered as something of my own making. The gifts I have are only those Jesus Christ our Lord has first given, and I remain the clay in the hands of the Potter. All that I am belongs to Him. If any word here is true or of use, it is because He shaped it; take what is helpful and return the rest to the One who gave it.

-the poet

I have no gifts
but those You give.
No word, no work, no breath
apart from what
Jesus Christ our Lord
has first imparted.

I am the clay.
You are the potter.

Shape what You will.
All that I am
is already Yours.

**To God be the glory only and always.

When Christless, Satanic, Demonic Ideologies Lie, Kill, and Destroy: Christ Is the Beauty That Cannot Be Lost by Debbie Harris

17 Saturday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader,

I wrote these lines while watching the shops and historic landmarks burn in Paris, while the streets were filled with flames and violence, and while a radical Christless ideology once again tried to lie, kill, and destroy—just as it always has, and just as Satan has from the beginning.

These times remind me of the verse:

But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away!


— 2 Timothy 3:1–5 (NKJV)

What is destroyed can be rebuilt. What is stolen can be mourned. But Jesus Christ is a beauty that cannot be taken away, a light that remains when the city is shaken, the one who outlasts every fall.

It is a political statement because I believe in taking a stand—not in the toxic empathy that is destroying Europe. I am tired of the woke, progressive, liberal, Marxist, communist ideologies, of Islam, and of the ABCs of immorality that this world is demonically promoting. We must take a stand against all forms of evil and immorality. This world is calling good evil and evil good. We must take a stand for our Savior Jesus Christ. In every end time—whether the one we are living or any other—Christ is still the beauty that cannot be lost.

— The Poet

No matter what is destroyed
in these end times—
the shops and historic landmarks
where the fires still climb—

Jesus Christ is a beauty
that cannot be taken,
a light that remains
when the city is shaken.

The stones may blacken,
the windows may break,
the streets may be emptied
by all that they take.

When flames and violence rise
and a radical Christless ideology
tries to seize the prize—

Christ is the beauty
that outlasts the fall—
the one who remains
when they try to take it all.

What they destroy
was never the source.
What they erase
was never the force.
Christ is the beauty
that cannot be lost.

The Holy Transformative Word: How We Remain Triumphant When The World’s Sin Filled Darkness Presses In by Debbie Harris

17 Saturday Oct 2026

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Dear reader,

This poem began as a simple reminder that the light we carry is not our own. In a world that often feels dark, the only triumph that lasts is the one we receive—and keep receiving—from Christ, through His Word, within the life of the Father, Son, and Spirit. My hope is that these lines leave you not merely encouraged, but steady: standing in a light that the darkness cannot overcome.

With grace,

The poet

Hebrews 4:12 — “For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.”

• Isaiah 55:10–11 — “For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout… so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.”

• 2 Timothy 3:16–17 — “All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good work.”

• Jeremiah 23:29 — “Is not my word like fire, declares the Lord, and like a hammer that breaks the rock in pieces?”

• Psalm 119:105 — “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”

• Romans 10:17 — “So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ.”

• Ephesians 6:17 — “And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.”

• John 17:17 — “Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth.”

• 1 Peter 1:23 — “…you have been born again, not of perishable seed but of imperishable, through the living and abiding word of God.”

We have no light apart from Christ.

His word is the dawn that finds the heart

and teaches it to shine.

O royal ones,

is that light still resting

on your soul today—

because you have stayed

in the holy, transformative Word?

This is how we remain

triumphant in a sin-filled world:

not by the strength of our own flame,

but by the light we keep receiving—

light that flows from the Father,

shines in the Son,

and is kept burning by the Spirit.

In that light we stand,

unshaken,

for the darkness cannot overcome

what the Triune God has given.

**To God be the glory always and only.

From Rags of Sin to Robes of Righteousness: A Song of Royal Triumph by Debbie Harris

17 Saturday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader,

I set these lines down under the weight of a privilege I still cannot fully measure: that we who once wore the rags of sin now belong to Christ, and are clothed in His righteousness.

The exchange is so complete, the covering so royal, that the soul is left staggering—not with doubt, but with wonder. Every fold of the robe, every thread of the triumph, is a gift we did not earn and cannot lose.

May these verses help you stand a moment longer in that light, and revel, as I have tried to do, in the garments that are ours because we are His.

—the poet

Zechariah 3:4

“And he answered and spake unto those that stood before him, saying, Take away the filthy garments from him. And unto him he said, Behold, I have caused thine iniquity to pass from thee, and I will clothe thee with change of raiment.”

Revelation 19:8

“And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.”

2 Corinthians 5:21

“For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.”

Romans 13:14

“But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh, to fulfil the lusts thereof.”

Galatians 3:27

“For as many of you as have been baptized into Christ have put on Christ.”

Philippians 3:9

“And be found in him, not having mine own righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith.”

From rags of night, where beggars of the Fall

Crept in the dust of Eden’s broken throne,

We rise—clothed now in splendor’s sovereign call,

The rags of sin exchanged for glory’s own.

Behold the robe! Not woven of the earth,

But spun of light upon the looms of grace;

Its purple folds outshine the stars of birth,

Its gold more pure than any king’s embrace.

Each thread a triumph, every seam a psalm,

Embroidered with the blood that bought our place;

No moth of guilt can mar this living balm,

No stain of yesterday can touch its face.

We revel, then—crowned heads and lifted hands,

In garments brighter than the noonday sun;

The court of Heaven thrills at our commands,

The former beggars now the Father’s sons.

Let trumpets sound! Let banners of the King

Unfurl above the hosts in white arrayed;

From filthy rags to royal covering,

We walk the streets of gold, unafraid.

All praise to Him who stripped our shame away

And robed us in the righteousness He won—

Forever we shall revel and obey,

Clothed as the Bride, the conquerors, the one.

**To God be the glory always and only.

Nothing to Glory in but the Cross by Debbie Harris

15 Thursday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader,

This short poem is offered as a quiet reminder of what, in the end, matters most. It is not the many things that fill our days, nor the ambitions that crowd our thoughts, but this alone: that we know Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and Savior, and that we invite others to know Him. We have nothing else in which to glory. Everything else fades. The work of drawing souls to Him is the labor that remains. May our dreams stay full of that work.

-the poet

Galatians 6:14, KJV

But God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto me, and I unto the world.

May our dreams
be full of
inviting souls
to Jesus Christ
our Lord, Savior,
and King of Kings.

The Masterpiece of Beauty: How Christ, His Creation, and His Benefits Displace All Worldly Glory by Debbie Harris

13 Tuesday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader,I

If you have ever felt the world’s glitter grow thin, or sensed that some beauty greater than all its painted shows still waits to be known, then this sonnet is offered to you. It does not claim to exhaust the theme, only to point toward the One in whom beauty is not borrowed but original—the masterpiece Himself, whose radiance is traced in the works of His hands and in every benefit that flows from His grace.

May it serve, however faintly, to turn the eye from what fades to Him who does not fade, and to fill the heart, the soul, and the mind with that ceaseless beauty which alone can satisfy.

—The Poet

One who hath gazed upon the Christ, and known
The radiance that burns beyond all art,
Finds every lesser glory overthrown,
And turns from every counterfeit of heart.

The world may spread her glittering array—
Her fleeting honours, pleasures, painted shows—
Yet none of these can hold the soul that may
Behold the beauty whence all light doth flow.

What once seemed fair grows pale beneath His eye;
What once seemed sweet turns bitter to the taste.
Heart, soul, and mind receive the gift most high—
The ceaseless beauty that His hand hath graced.

Thus Christ, the masterpiece, in all we see—
In nature, benefits, and majesty.

**To God be the glory always and only.

While the World Spins, Our Savior Is on the Throne by Debbie Harris

13 Tuesday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader

I wrote these few lines when the world felt especially restless—news, noise, and the ordinary weight of days all spinning at once. Sometimes that spinning is simply change and clamor. Sometimes it carries real darkness and evil. In either case, the need is the same: to remember that none of it is unsupervised. Our Savior is on the throne. The One who came for us, who bore our sin, who rose and now reigns, has not stepped away. He holds all things, and He holds His people.

These words are small. They are simply a reminder of a greater reality: that Jesus Christ is Lord, that the Triune God remains faithful, and that the promise still stands—He will never leave us or forsake us. May they point you back to Him when the spinning feels loud or dark, and may they give you cause to praise His name.— the poet

And so the world spins.
No matter how it spins,
our Triune God is on the throne.
Praise His name.
He will never leave or forsake us.

Sanctify Our Words, Our Speech, Our Deeds by Debbie Harris

13 Tuesday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader,

I was recently blessed and honored to return to the beloved and precious campus of Bob Jones University, where I was blessed to grow up, for the funeral of my beloved mother. She served as a Professor there for 54 years in Speech and Drama. Our family was moved beyond measure as we were surrounded by comfort, love, care, concern, and provision. It was as if Jesus Himself was wrapping us in His tender mercies, comfort, and love. What a beautiful picture of how the body of Christ is meant to treat one another.

What a contrast this is with the world, where such surrounding care is indeed not the case. And how tragic it is when, even among the Saints of God, we fail to guard our tongues—when gossip, slander, harsh criticism, murmuring, and cutting speech replace the kindness, encouragement, appreciation, gratitude, and love that should mark true believers.

These genuine words and deeds that we experienced are treasures that money cannot buy. May the Lord sanctify our words, our speech, and our deeds, that we might better reflect Jesus Christ and the tender mercies we have received.

With grace,
The Poet

Proverbs 16:24 —

Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

Genuine words and deeds
of kindness, encouragement,
appreciation, gratitude, and love
are treasures that money cannot buy.

Kind words are not small.
They settle like light
on weary shoulders,
naming what is good
when it is easy to miss.

Encouragement costs little
and returns multiplied—
a hand on the back,
a sentence that steadies,
a refusal to join the tearing-down.

Gratitude, spoken or shown,
rewrites the atmosphere
of a room, a church, a home.
Love that is patient with speech
refuses the easy cut
and chooses the harder, kinder path.

Such gifts should be seen in all
true believers. Yet lack of tongue control
is so prevalent in the Saints of God
today—gossip, slander, harsh criticism,
murmuring, and cutting speech.

These remain the marks
that money never measures
and that true believers
are still called to carry.
How tragic is this! How tragic!

Sanctify our words,
our speech, our deeds.