We Sound the Trumpet on the Prophetic Stage: A Watchman’s Urgent Call to Repent, Believe, and Exalt the Lamb by Debbie Harris

23 Tuesday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the walls of the watchman I write these lines. In an hour when prophecies bloom like ripened figs and the shadows lengthen across the nations, I lift my voice not for fame, nor for fear, but that Jesus Christ—the Lamb once slain and the Lion of Judah—might be magnified above all. Israel stands betrayed by the very powers that once pledged her peace. Good is openly called evil, and evil parades as virtue. Perilous times have come, the Bridegroom is at the door, and the time is short.

This poem is my trumpet blast upon the prophetic stage. It is a solemn call to awake from slumber, to repent and believe on the Lord Jesus while mercy’s gate remains open, lest any be left behind when the saints are gathered and wrath is poured out. Every stanza has been forged in prayer and Scripture, that the alarm might stir hearts not to dread, but to hope in the coming King.

Read it slowly. Read it aloud. Then lift your own voice with the watchmen of old. The night is far spent; the Day is at hand.

Sound the trumpet. Repent. Believe. Exalt the Lamb.

In the service of the soon-returning Christ,

The Poet-Watchman

Watchmen on the Walls

• Isaiah 62:6 — On your walls, O Jerusalem, I have set watchmen; all the day and all the night they shall never be silent. You who put the Lord in remembrance, take no rest…
(The classic call for prophetic voices who do not keep silent.)

• Ezekiel 3:17 — Son of man, I have made you a watchman for the house of Israel. Whenever you hear a word from my mouth, you shall give them warning from me.

• Ezekiel 33:6 — But if the watchman sees the sword coming and does not blow the trumpet, so that the people are not warned, and the sword comes and takes any one of them, that person is taken away in his iniquity, but his blood I will require at the watchman’s hand.

Ripened Figs & the Fig Tree Sign (Israel & the Season)

• Matthew 24:32-34 (and parallels in Mark 13, Luke 21) — “From the fig tree learn its lesson: as soon as its branch becomes tender and puts out its leaves, you know that summer is near. So also, when you see all these things, you know that he is near, at the very gates. Truly, I say to you, this generation will not pass away until all these things take place.
(The fig tree is widely understood in this context as a symbol tied to Israel’s national revival.)

• Hosea 9:10 — Like grapes in the wilderness, I found Israel. Like the first fruit on the fig tree in its first season, I saw your fathers…” (Israel pictured as early figs.)

Good Called Evil / Moral Inversion

• Isaiah 5:20 — Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!

• Romans 1:32 (in context of increasing ungodliness) — Though they know God’s righteous decree that those who practice such things deserve to die, they not only do them but give approval to those who practice them.

Perilous Times in the Last Days

• 2 Timothy 3:1-5 — But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having the appearance of godliness but denying its power.

• 2 Timothy 3:12-13 — “Indeed, all who desire to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted, while evil people and impostors will go on from bad to worse, deceiving and being deceived.”

The Bridegroom at the Door / Time is Short

• Matthew 25:6, 10 (Parable of the Ten Virgins) — “But at midnight there was a cry: ‘Here is the bridegroom! Come out to meet him.’ … And while they were going to buy, the bridegroom came, and those who were ready went in with him to the marriage feast, and the door was shut.”

• Revelation 22:12 — Behold, I am coming soon, bringing my recompense with me, to repay each one for what he has done.

• Matthew 24:33 — So also, when you see all these things, you know that he is near, at the very gates.”

• Romans 13:11-12 — Besides this you know the time, that the hour has come for you to wake from sleep. For salvation is nearer to us now than when we first believed. The night is far gone; the day is at hand.

Saints Gathered / Wrath & Repentance

• Matthew 24:31 — And he will send out his angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.

• 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 — For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air…

• Revelation 6–19 (the seals, trumpets, bowls) depicts wrath poured out after the Lamb opens the scroll.

• Acts 17:30-31 — The times of ignorance God overlooked, but now he commands all people everywhere to repent, because he has fixed a day on which he will judge the world in righteousness by a man whom he has appointed…

• 2 Peter 3:9 — The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.

The Lamb Once Slain & Lion of Judah

• Revelation 5:5-6 — And one of the elders said to me, ‘Weep no more; behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has conquered, so that he can open the scroll and its seven seals.’ And between the throne and the four living creatures and among the elders I saw a Lamb standing, as though it had been slain…

• John 1:29 — Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!

Upon the rampart where the faithful stand,

The night grows heavy with impending doom;

Lift high the shofar with unflinching hand,

And sound the blast that rends the gathering gloom.

Not ours the glory, nor the fleeting fame—

We sound the prophetic alarm for Jesus’ Name.

The ancient scrolls unfold before our eyes,

Each prophecy now ripening in haste;

The hour is late, the fig tree’s tender signs

Declare the summer near, the time of grace

Grows short. Betrayed is Israel, once restored,

By nations false who break their solemn word.

The Lamb once slain, whose blood the winepress stained,

Who bore the cup of wrath no tongue can tell,

Now claims the throne where seraphim have reigned,

And every knee in heaven, earth, and hell

Shall bow. O saints, exalt Him without cease—

Magnify the Lord, and let all discord cease.

Awake, ye slumberers wrapped in mortal night,

The Bridegroom hastens through the eastern skies;

Trim every lamp with oil of heavenly light,

Cast off the chains where gilded idols lie.

Repent, believe—the time is short, make haste,

Lest you be left behind when wrath is faced.

In perilous times these latter days descend,

When good is evil called, and evil good;

When men, lovers of self, their lusts defend,

And truth is trampled where the mockers stood.

Yet Israel stands surrounded, sore betrayed—

Fulfillment shouts: the King is on His way!

Let Israel’s towers with ancient trumpet ring,

“Behold the Lion! Behold the Lamb once pierced!”

Let dry bones stir, let deadened sinners spring

To life anew where grace has interposed.

No other standard shall our banner bear;

We sound the alarm that Christ alone be there.

Through tempests fierce of this our closing age,

Where Israel bleeds betrayed by nations’ guile,

And good is evil called, while evil’s rage

Is hailed as virtue in the devil’s style;

Time is short—repent, believe, O soul, awake!

Lest you be left behind when saints are taken!

We sound the trumpet on the prophetic stage—

That Jesus, only Jesus, be exalted evermore!

Amen and Amen.

Salt and Light in the Last Days: Watchmen Warning, Trumpeting Salvation’s Call by Debbie Harris

23 Tuesday Jun 2026

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Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In these darkening days, when the signs of the times press heavy upon us—like this recent Iran deal that has left so many faithful hearts discouraged and Israel feeling betrayed by allies—we must remember our calling. I write not from despair but from burning hope. We are called to live as salt and light—preserving truth, shining amid decay—while our hearts remain fixed on a Kingdom not of this world. Our hope is not in shifting alliances or earthly powers, but in the unchanging God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. He who watches over Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps.

Do not lose heart. May these lines stir you to stand boldly: loving what God loves, hating what He hates, watching on the wall, warning against evil, and trumpeting the glorious Gospel louder still while time remains. The King is coming. Let us be found faithful.

With urgency and affection,

The Poet

In this dark age our feet yet tread the sod,

Yet hope abides not here where empires fall;

As salt we season, preserve the path of God,

Though not of this world—our true home is all.

More in the Word, less in its fleeting tide,

We walk as strangers, pilgrims through the night;

The miry clay cannot our souls abide,

For heaven’s call outshines its false delight.

End-time scrolls unroll their solemn page:

Nations conspire, betraying Israel’s vine;

They scorn the covenant, inflame their rage—

Yet we remain, as salt, by grace divine.

We flavor truth where decay would claim the day,

Loving what God loves and hating what He hates;

We take our stand against the evil’s sway,

And shine as beacons ‘gainst the gathering storm.

May we be watchmen, watchwomen on the wall,

Warning all against the evils of the day;

Yet trumpeting salvation’s glorious call,

For time is short—the signs upon the earth obey.

Not bound by earthly crowns that rot away,

Our citizenship is where the angels form;

The fig tree greens, the birth pangs multiply,

Wars thunder loud, false prophets fill the air.

But we, preserved by Him who cannot die,

Proclaim His coming—bright, beyond compare;

So let us shine as salt upon the land,

In this world present, yet from it set free.

Our King approaches with the trumpet’s grand—

Redeemed, restored, for all eternity.

Fix eyes on glory past the temporal fray,

Where salt finds purpose in the Savior’s hand;

Not of this realm, yet salt till break of day—

In Christ our hope, the Rock on which we stand.

A Song of Redeemed Delight by Debbie Harris

21 Sunday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the Poet’s Heart

I write not from lofty towers, but from the quiet wonder of one who has herself been caught in the embrace of this heavenly song. In a world quick to condemn and slow to celebrate, I longed to lift up the truth that our Savior does not merely tolerate us—He delights in us.

This poem is my offering: a small echo of the magnificent anthem He sings over every weary, forgiven, royal child of grace. May these words quiet the noise of accusation, still the lies of unworthiness, and awaken fresh joy in your soul.

You are not forgotten.

You are not rejected.

You are sung over with holy, exuberant love.

Listen. Rest. Rejoice.

With affection and awe,

The Poet

Zephaniah 3:17 (KJV)

The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.

There is a song of redeemed delight,

Sung over you, O precious child of grace—

A melody woven with golden threads,

Diamond notes and pearls of holy embrace.

Not the world’s cold dirge of disdain,

Nor the enemy’s accusing refrain,

But heaven’s exuberant, triumphant strain,

Poured forth by the Redeemer’s own sweet voice.

He sings of love that never fades,

Of mercy that washes every stain,

Of forgiveness that sets the captive free,

And royal heirship—your true identity.

The Lord your God is in your midst,

A Mighty One who saves and lifts.

He rejoices over you with gladness bright,

Quiets you with love, exults with singing light.

No condemnation in this sacred song,

Only delight where the redeemed belong.

So listen, child—let your heart be still,

Rest, rejoice, and stand in awe of His will.

For your Savior delights in you, His own,

Royally redeemed, forever known.

The song of delight rings eternal and true—

Beloved, it is sung over you.

You are delighted in.

You are sung over.

You are amazingly loved.

Hallelujah! 🎶✨

Through Jesus Christ We Behold Eternal Sunshine: A Hymn of Grace Celebrating the Cross, the Empty Tomb, and the Glorious Light of the Lamb by Debbie Harris

21 Sunday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the poet’s heart:

In these lines I have sought to echo the thunderous joy of Charles Spurgeon, that prince of preachers who ever lifted high the Sun of Righteousness. May this humble verse stir your soul to fix its gaze upon Jesus Christ, in whom alone we find eternal sunshine—unclouded, unending, and freely given to every weary pilgrim who trusts in Him. Read it slowly, aloud if you can, and let the ancient truths shine afresh in your spirit.

Grace and peace be yours in abundance through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Malachi 4:2 (KJV)

But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.

In realms where tempests rage and shadows creep,

Where sin’s dark clouds their heavy burdens heap,

A radiant beam from heaven’s throne descends—

Through Jesus Christ, eternal sunshine bends!

Behold the cross, a tree of wondrous grace,

Where blood-red rivers wash the sinner’s face;

Its arms outstretched like golden rays unfurled,

Illuminate the weary, broken world.

No more the night of guilt’s oppressive gloom,

No more the frost of death’s impending doom—

The Sun of Righteousness arises bright,

With healing wings that chase away the night.

See how the valleys bloom in verdant green,

Where once the thorns of sorrow pierced unseen;

The desert hearts, once parched and cracked with pain,

Now drink the living streams of heaven’s rain.

Mountains of doubt dissolve in morning light,

As crystal dews of mercy kiss the height;

The lily pure, the rose of Sharon fair,

Proclaim His glory in the fragrant air.

O soul adrift on oceans wild and vast,

Where waves of trial crash and thunder blast—

Lift up thine eyes! The Pilot stands serene,

His voice commands the storm to calm, serene.

Through Jesus Christ, the skies forever blue,

Eternal sunshine bathes the ransomed few;

No eclipse dims the Lamb upon the throne,

Whose glory lights the city as His own.

The pilgrim’s path, though rugged, gleams with gold,

Each step a jewel in the crown foretold;

The ancient gates of pearl swing open wide,

Revealing pastures where the saints abide.

No winter’s chill, no autumn’s fading leaf,

But spring eternal, free from pain and grief—

In robes of white, beneath the endless day,

We bask forever in His shining ray.

Come, burdened one, beneath the yoke of care,

Lay down thy load; the Saviour’s yoke is fair.

His gentle hand will lead through fields of peace,

Where sorrows end and joys forever increase.

The chains of fear that bound the captive soul

Now melt like frost before His bright control;

In liberty divine, the spirit sings,

And soars on wings of love beneath His wings.

See heaven’s throne, where crystal rivers flow,

And trees of life in endless summer grow;

No need of sun or moon to give their light,

The Lamb Himself dispels all shades of night.

The ransomed throng in white arrayed proclaim,

“Worthy the Lamb that once for sinners slain!”

Their voices blend in everlasting praise,

Through endless ages, in undimmed blaze.

O death, where is thy sting? Thy victory lost!

The grave no more can claim its chilling frost.

For He who rose triumphant from the tomb

Has turned our midnight into endless noon.

The former things have passed, forgotten, gone;

Behold, all things are new in morning’s dawn.

Through Jesus Christ, the Victor over all,

Eternal sunshine crowns both great and small.

Awake, my soul, and sing this joyful strain,

Let every tongue repeat the glad refrain:

Through Jesus Christ, the Light that knows no end,

The King whose throne the heavens vast defend.

Come, weary one, and taste this joy divine—

Eternal sunshine, yours and ever mine!

No cloud shall dim, no storm shall ever rise,

In Christ alone our sun forever shines.

America, America: In This Perilous Hour, When We Turn Our Backs on Israel, the God of Abraham Will Turn His Back on Us Forever by Debbie Harris

20 Saturday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

In these trembling days—when mosques rise where steeples once stood, when political winds shift and compromise whispers over the walls of Zion—I felt the Lord stir my heart to write.

This poem is not written in fear, but in holy excitement. The signs are everywhere, and every headline feels like another birth pain pointing to the soon return of our King. I choose joy. I choose trust. I choose to stand unashamedly with Israel, the Apple of God’s Eye, because the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob is still on the throne and His covenant has never been revoked.

My prayer is that these words ignite fresh fire in your spirit—to pray, to speak boldly, to lift your head, and to declare with confidence: “Come quickly, Lord Jesus!”

Whether you agree with every line or not, I ask you to read it with an open heart and ask the Holy Spirit what He wants to say to you through it.

May the God who keeps covenant bless you, strengthen you, and fill you with unstoppable hope in this hour.

With love and urgency,

A Watchman on the Wall

Genesis 12:3

“And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed.”

Zechariah 2:8

“For thus saith the LORD of hosts; After the glory hath he sent me unto the nations which spoiled you: for he that toucheth you toucheth the apple of his eye.”

Matthew 24:6-8

“And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places. All these are the beginning of sorrows.”

Luke 21:28

“And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.”

Titus 2:13

“Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ;”

Revelation 22:20

“He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.”

America, America: In This Perilous Hour, When We Turn Our Backs on Israel, the God of Abraham Will Turn His Back on Us Forever

CHORUS

AMERICA! AMERICA! STAND WITH ISRAEL AND RISE!

BLESS THE APPLE OF HIS EYE — LET HEAVEN FILL YOUR SKIES!

ZION’S GOD IS NOT MOCKED — HIS PROMISE STILL ENDURES!

CHOOSE THE COVENANT OF LIFE — AND GLORY WILL BE YOURS!

O America, you shining hope, you eagle-winged and free,

Born in prayer on Plymouth Rock beneath God’s mercy tree!

The God of Abraham still calls across the ancient sand,

His covenant unbroken — eternal, firm, and grand.

You grew in strength and favor while you held the promised hand

Of the nation risen from the ashes on prophetic land.

Your fields ran over with abundance, your lights pierced every sea,

Your liberty rang loud and clear — a beacon for the free!

But turn away — one faithless shift, one cold and calculated turn —

And darkness gathers faster from the east where tyrants burn.

The demonic state of Iran lifts its fist with ancient hate,

Breathing threats of annihilation, plotting Israel’s fate.

Yet Heaven’s Lion watches — eyes of mercy, heart of flame,

He who blessed the faithful nations now calls you by your name.

Stand firm beside His chosen ones against the rising tide,

And watch the God of Abraham push back the evil tide.

Now mosques rise on city streets where steeples once stood tall,

And compromise on Zion’s wall brings sorrow to us all.

The nations rage, the deals are made, the shadows lengthen fast —

Yet every headline whispers loud: the end of age draws near at last!

So I choose the excitement! I lift my hands and sing!

For these are birth pains of the King — the trumpet soon will ring!

All things work for glory in the sovereign will of God,

The mosques and the shaken thrones are steps on holy sod.

Come quickly, Lord Jesus! Split the sky with glory’s light!

The dead in Christ shall rise first — what a glorious sight!

Every tear wiped, every wrong made right, every knee will bow,

As the King of kings descends — oh, come, Lord Jesus, now!

CHORUS

AMERICA! AMERICA! STAND WITH ISRAEL AND RISE!

Pulpits, burn with holy truth! Preachers, lift the sacred word!

Congress, bow on bended knee — let every conscience be stirred!

Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters — lift your prayers on high,

Stand unashamed for Zion’s ground beneath God’s watchful eye!

Pour out your steadfast loyalty, your voice without retreat,

Declare aloud to every power: “This covenant we keep!”

While Iran’s regime and darkness rage and nations drift from light,

America will shine undimmed in covenant-keeping might!

The hour grows late, the choice is clear — the scales of time descend,

One path leads back to greatness, the other to the end.

Cling to Israel’s side with faith, with courage, and with prayer —

And watch the God of Abraham restore your strength and share.

FINAL CHORUS

AMERICA! AMERICA! STAND WITH ISRAEL AND RISE!

BLESS THE APPLE OF HIS EYE — LET HEAVEN FILL YOUR SKIES!

ZION’S GOD IS NOT MOCKED — HIS PROMISE STILL ENDURES!

CHOOSE THE COVENANT OF LIFE — AND GLORY WILL BE YOURS!

AMERICA, AMERICA — THE MOMENT CALLS YOUR NAME!

STAND WITH ISRAEL IN FAITH — AND REKINDLE HEAVEN’S FLAME!

THE GOD OF ABRAHAM STILL REIGNS — HIS WORD IS SURE AND TRUE!

TURN YOUR HEART TO ZION NOW… FOR JESUS COMES FOR YOU!

America, America: The Moment We Turn Our Backs on Israel, God Will Turn His Back on Us by Debbie Harris

20 Saturday Jun 2026

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America, America, the warning thunders loud—

Turn not your back on Israel, or face the wrath of God!

From Genesis twelve the covenant burns eternal flame:

“I bless the blessers, curse the cursers—none escape My Name!”

You sprang from pilgrim altars on a wild and hostile shore,

A city on a hill that nations feared and empires swore.

Through blood of Bunker Hill and beaches red with Normandy,

You guarded Jacob’s remnant, set the captive people free.

But now the jackals circle, Hamas howls October’s gore,

Babies burned, girls shattered on that dark and bloody shore.

While Tehran sharpens daggers and the weak-kneed counsel “peace,”

Will you betray the apple of His eye for oil and false release?

O traitorous hearts in marble halls who barter steel for votes,

Who pause the bombs on Iron Dome and loosen Satan’s throats—

The God who parted oceans, who toppled Pharaoh’s throne,

Will rend this shining nation if we leave His people lone!

No Constitution saves you when the Holy Hand withdraws,

No dollar, drone, or ballot stops the coming righteous cause.

Empires rot from inside when they scorn the ancient vow—

Rome fell, Babylon crumbled—America, you’re falling now!

Arise, you sons of thunder, you daughters forged in fire!

Let stars and stripes entwine the Star of David higher!

No UN chains, no campus screams, no media serpent’s hiss

Shall break the bond that heaven sealed—defend her or perish!

For if we turn our backs today on Zion’s bloodied wall,

Then heaven’s back will turn on us—and judgment soon will fall.

The skies will blacken, fields will fail, the cities choke in fear—

The God of Abraham remembers every traitor’s sneer.

America, America, choose life or choose the grave!

Stand with Israel’s warriors—be strong, be bold, be brave!

The moment that we falter, the moment we betray,

The Lord of Hosts will turn away—and darkness claims the day.

Hold the line! Hold the line! Let the righteous trumpet blast!

Bless the seed of Abraham—America, stand fast!

Or watch your glory crumble like dust beneath His feet—

The choice is yours this hour: **Victory… or defeat.**

From Twisted Verse Taken Out of Context to Holy Roar: Reclaiming Righteous Judgment in a Lukewarm Age by Debbie Harris

19 Friday Jun 2026

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From the Poet

Dear Reader,

I do not write as one who has arrived. I write as a fellow sinner—saved by grace, still stumbling, yet sick to my stomach at what I see.

The beautiful, holy command “Judge not” has been ripped violently from its context and forged into a blunt weapon to silence conviction, muzzle truth, and keep the Church comfortably lukewarm. In this dark hour when evil is paraded as good, when lies are called love and darkness is left to devour souls unchallenged, a spineless, smiling silence has replaced the roar of righteous judgment.

But the Word of God does not bend to our cowardice. It thunders still: hate evil, expose darkness, judge with right judgment, speak truth in love—even when it costs us. Jesus did not come to affirm our destruction; He came to confront it with both nail-scarred hands and a whip of cords.

This poem is my imperfect roar. May it strike a spark in your spirit. May it awaken you to hold the plank in your own eye without ever dropping the sword of mercy from your hand. The hour is late. The stakes are eternal.

Rise with me, Church—flawed, forgiven, and finally unafraid. Let us love people enough to tell them the truth, even when it burns. Because real love does not smile while souls walk toward hell.

With holy fire and trembling knees,

The Poet

On Righteous Judgment & Moral Clarity

• John 7:24 – “Do not judge by appearances, but judge with right judgment.”

• Ephesians 5:11 – “Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them.”

• Ephesians 4:15 – “…speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ.”

On Hating Evil While Loving People

• Psalm 97:10 – O you who love the Lord, hate evil!

• Romans 12:9 – Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good.

• Amos 5:15 – Hate evil, and love good…

Jesus’ Example – Compassion and Confrontation

• John 4:1-42 – The woman at the well (gentle truth that transforms).

• Matthew 21:12-13 / John 2:13-17 – Jesus cleanses the temple (flipping tables).

• Matthew 23:13-33 – “Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!” (strong rebuke of religious hypocrisy).

The Church’s Calling

• Ezekiel 33:7-9 – The watchman must warn or bear the guilt of silence.

• 2 Timothy 4:2-4 – Preach the word… reprove, rebuke, and exhort, with complete patience and teaching.

• Revelation 3:15-16 – I know your works: you are neither cold nor hot… because you are lukewarm, I will spit you out of my mouth.

In velvet fog the half-verse drifts,

“Who am I to judge?” — the chorus lifts

A shield for sin, a club for truth,

While logs lie heavy on the eye of proof.

They twist the Word till courage dies,

Lukewarm the salt that once burned eyes;

No tables flipped, no vipers named,

Just smiles that watch the broken walk ashamed.

Yet Scripture thunders, double-edged and bright:

Hate evil, cling to good with all your might!

Judge righteous judgment, not by vain display—

Expose the darkness that devours the day.

The Master wept beside the well,

Yet scourged the house where thieves would dwell;

He called the lost with arms spread wide,

Yet called the lie and would not let it hide.

So come, believer, bent but unafraid:

Confess your plank in dust where mercy’s laid.

Then rise—speak life where death parades,

Name wolves as wolves and light the fading shades.

Not soul-condemning, proud, or shrill,

But love that loves enough to still

The honeyed poison, the glittering lie—

A bleeding heart that will not say “You do you” while people die.

Let lukewarm fade, let holy fire return;

Humility that does not quench the flame, but burns

To purify, not to destroy the name—

This is the Church that bears the Savior’s flame.

Who am I to judge? A sinner, yes, redeemed—

Yet summoned by the King to stand between

The living and the grave, the truth and lie.

By grace I walk. By grace I will not shy.

Rise, Church! Flawed, forgiven, bold and wide awake!

The hour is late, the stakes are high—

No more the silent smile, no more the fake.

Take up the sword of mercy, kiss the cross,

And roar the Word that hell itself cannot exhaust!

The world is watching. Heaven waits to see

A Church on fire — unashamed, set free —

Holding both grace and truth in hands made strong,

Proclaiming Christ till every knee bends low.

This is our moment. Rise. The King is here.

Let lukewarm die. Let Zion’s fire appear!

Claws, Crowns, and Crawling Kings: The Ancient Curse of Unchecked Pride by Debbie Harris

18 Thursday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the poet —

I offer you this poem not as mere verse, but as an ancient mirror held up to every age — especially our own. The story of Nebuchadnezzar has haunted me for years: a king at the summit of human power who looked upon his works and declared them his alone, only to be driven from men to live as a beast until he learned humility.

In “Claws, Crowns, and Crawling Kings,” I have tried to capture both the terror and the mercy of that fall. Pride is not loud only in ancient palaces; it whispers today from boardrooms, presidential suites, and every heart that mistakes borrowed power for divine right. The grass still grows. The claws wait patiently. The Watcher still cries, “Cut it down.”

My prayer is simple: may these lines serve as warning and invitation. Warning, that unchecked pride turns even the mightiest into beasts. Invitation, that genuine humility can restore a man — or a nation — to light.

Read it slowly. Read it aloud. Then look around at the towers we are building, and ask: Whose name is truly written on these stones?

With solemn hope,

The Poet

In towers of gold where empires kiss the sky,

A king once roared, “Is this not Babylon—mine?”

His hanging gardens dreamed beneath the eye,

His armies bent the rivers, sea, and time.

No god above, no limit to his will,

He feasted on the praise of trembling lips.

He named each stone and conquest with a thrill,

And carved his name where even heaven dips.

But Heaven watched. A dreamer saw a tree

Whose branches scraped the stars, whose roots drank lies.

A voice rang out: “Let pride be cut and flee—

Seven seasons teach what mortal man defies.”

The axe fell swift. The king fell to the ground,

Crawled belly-low through dew and driving rain.

His nails grew claws, his hair a matted crown,

He ate the grass, he howled where once he reigned.

The beasts he ruled became his only kin;

His throne of marble turned to mud and stone.

In madness’ mirror every tyrant’s sin

Is stripped and shown: the heart that swells alone.

O leaders now—in boardrooms, halls of state,

Who tally conquests, bend the laws at will—

Your gleaming towers dream the self-same fate:

A watcher cries, “Cut down what you have built!”

The grass still waits. The claws are patient things.

The crown that weighs too heavy cracks the head.

When men forget the Hand that grants their wings,

They graze with brutes until their spirit’s bled.

Yet mercy lingers when the “I” is slain.

Lift eyes to heaven—humble, unafraid—

And kingdoms rise again beneath the reign

Of One who never shares His throne with pride.

If Deliverance Delays for the People of Esther and Mordecai: The Iranian Serpent Reigns — Defined by Darkness by Debbie Harris

18 Thursday Jun 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

These words were written with trembling hands and a heavy heart. In the spirit of Esther and Mordecai, this poem gives voice to a people once more standing beneath gallows raised by those who seek their total destruction. The demonic Muslim-led regime in Iran is a present terror, boasting annihilation while the world often turns away.

Yet I write with unshaken hope: the same Jesus who cast out demons, who broke the power of hell, and who rose victorious over every dark throne still reigns. His authority is greater than any serpent, any regime, any blood-red crescent. Even if deliverance tarries, the Lion of Judah — Jesus the Messiah — will have the final word. The night may devour for a season, but it cannot overcome the One who has already conquered sin, death, and every demonic force.

Pray with the remnant. Fast and cry out. Jesus holds the scroll of history and the keys of hell itself.

With solemn hope anchored in Christ,

The Poet

In shadowed chambers where the gallows loom,

The seed of Esther and Mordecai arise.

Beneath a tyrant’s blood-red crescent moon,

They lift their prayers against demonic skies.

Haman’s heirs in tunnels dark and deep,

With rocket’s shriek and suicide’s embrace,

Have sworn the ancient covenant to break

And blot out Jacob’s name from every place.

Yet sackcloth hearts in hidden rooms still fast,

Mothers, children, elders on their knees;

Their whispered pleas through tear and smoke ascend—

For if deliverance delays, what tragedy?

If freedom tarries, demonic horror reigns:

The serpent’s spawn will feast on blood and bone,

Cities turned to ash, the innocent slain,

A Holocaust renewed beneath their throne.

Mordecai still paces sleepless walls,

Esther dons her royal robes of faith;

“No accident this terror’s bitter hour—

For such a time as this,” the Spirit saith.

The serpent regime coils with poison breath,

Boasting death from Gaza’s pits to Tehran’s throne;

Yet Heaven’s ledger may still turn—or not—

The God of Purim sits upon His own.

O remnant of the Star and Shield, hold fast!

The dice of Haman roll across the land,

We do not know if freedom comes at last,

Or if the night devours us—yet defines us where we stand.

Sing, O Israel, though the night is long,

The scroll of Esther burns within your veins;

Each tefillah a hammer on the strong,

Each Shabbat candle breaks what darkness gains.

The Lion of Judah stirs—yet may stay still,

His roar withheld behind the veil of flame;

What man devised for evil, God alone will will—

Reversal dawns… or else the darkness claims.

From crimson banners torn and gallows built,

The wicked laugh upon the swords they drew;

Devoured or delivered, this trial defines us through and through—

We do not know if freedom comes… yet still we cry, O God, turn the plot… or we die.

**O Jesus, turn the plot—our hope is in Your might!**

Where Sap No Longer Flows Unhindered: The Tragedy of Firstfruits Turned to Withered Leaves Upon the Branch

18 Thursday Jun 2026

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A Note from the Poet to the Reader

Dear Reader,

These lines emerge not from the cold seat of judgment, but from the shadowed vigil of one who has beheld the slow eclipse of many once-radiant souls—those who tasted the firstfruits of grace only to watch the subtle ivy of self entwine the altar. The warning is universal, whispered as much to my own trembling heart as to any who walk these digital ziggurats: we who have known the sweetness of early repentance and the bracing fire of initial surrender.

Humility alone? Nay. Jesus Christ and His holy ways alone constitute the unshakable ground, the very Root from which every fruit of the Spirit must spring. Humility is no autonomous root but a fragrant cluster upon the Vine—love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance—borne only where the sap of abiding union flows unhindered. Sever that Vine, exalt the branch as self-sufficient, and the fairest fruit withers overnight. Let this ode then serve not as moral hammer, but as a lantern held before the soul’s hidden chambers, that we might cling more fiercely to the only Name that both lifts and keeps, both exalts and humbles, lest the tower we build become our tomb.

With watchful care and trembling intercession,

The Poet

Aye, therein lies the sharper blade of woe—

When he who once walked blameless in the light,

Whose early vows like morning incense rose,

Now swells with self, and dims the inner sight.

Not brute barbarians, nor the vulgar throng,

But souls once tempered in the furnace pure,

Who knelt in secret, sang the ancient song,

Then rose to thrones and deemed their strength secure.

III

How swift the turn! The heart that burned for truth