“I Will Bless Those Who Bless Thee”: A Poetic Defense of Israel Against the Demonic Lie of Replacement Theology by Debbie Harris

26 Friday Jun 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In these last days, when many voices within the visible church seek to allegorize away the plain words of Scripture, this poem stands as a humble yet unwavering declaration of biblical truth. The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob has not changed (Malachi 3:6). His covenants with the nation of Israel are everlasting, unconditional in their foundation, and rooted in His sovereign election of Abraham: “I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed” (Genesis 12:3).

Replacement theology — also known as supersessionism — is a demonic deception that has plagued segments of the Church for centuries. It falsely asserts that the Church has permanently replaced Israel as the recipient of God’s covenants, promises, and land. This teaching robs Israel of her distinct national identity and future, transfers her Abrahamic, Davidic, and New Covenant blessings to the Gentiles, and ultimately denies the literal fulfillment of hundreds of Old Testament prophecies concerning Israel’s restoration, regathering, and spiritual regeneration (see Ezekiel 36–37, Jeremiah 31, Amos 9:14–15, and Zechariah 12–14).

Yet the Apostle Paul, by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, directly refutes this error in Romans 11. He declares that God has not cast away His people whom He foreknew (v. 1–2). Israel’s partial hardening is temporary — “until the fullness of the Gentiles has come in” (v. 25). The natural branches, though broken off for a season through unbelief, remain beloved for the sake of the fathers. God’s gifts and calling are irrevocable (v. 29). We Gentile believers are wild olive branches grafted in by grace alone to share in the nourishing root of the patriarchs — not to replace the tree, but to partake alongside it. Paul warns us sternly: “Do not boast against the branches… remember it is not you who support the root, but the root supports you” (v. 18).

To love and bless Israel today is therefore an act of obedience to the unchanging God of the Bible. It is to align our hearts with His heart for the Jewish people, the land He calls His own (2 Chronicles 7:20), and the future day when “all Israel will be saved” (Romans 11:26) as the Deliverer comes out of Zion. It is to reject every proud theology that exalts the Church above the covenants God swore by His own name.

May these verses stir your heart to pray for the peace of Jerusalem (Psalm 122:6), to stand with the Jewish people against every form of antisemitism and theological erasure, and to walk humbly as a grateful graft — rejoicing that one day Jew and Gentile together will worship the King of kings in the fullness of His redemptive plan.

With prayerful conviction and love for the God of Israel,

The Poet

Scriptural Foundation

• 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.”

• Genesis 17:7-8 — God establishes an “everlasting covenant” with Abraham and his seed after him, giving them the land of Canaan “for an everlasting possession.”

• Malachi 3:6 — “For I am the LORD, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.”

• Romans 11:1-2 — “I say then, Hath God cast away his people? God forbid. For I also am an Israelite… God hath not cast away his people which he foreknew.”

• Romans 11:11, 17-18, 24 — Israel’s fall brought salvation to the Gentiles, yet wild olive branches are grafted in to share the root; we are warned not to boast against the natural branches.

• Romans 11:25-29 — “Blindness in part is happened to Israel, until the fulness of the Gentiles be come in. And so all Israel shall be saved… As touching the election, they are beloved for the fathers’ sakes. For the gifts and calling of God are without repentance.”

• Psalm 122:6 — “Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee.”

• Ezekiel 36:24-28 & 37:21-22 — God promises to regather Israel from the nations, cleanse them, give them a new heart, and make them one nation in the land.

• Jeremiah 31:35-37 — The ordinances of the sun, moon, and stars must fail before God casts off the seed of Israel forever.

• Zechariah 12:10 & 14:4 — Israel will look upon Him whom they pierced and mourn; the Lord will return to the Mount of Olives.

Those who bless Israel, the Lord’s own vine,

Shall find His hand outstretched in favor sure;

For thus He spoke to Abram’s chosen line:

“I will bless them that bless thee, evermore.”

No Gentile church usurps her sacred place,

Nor claims the title God to Jacob gave;

Replacement theology—that foul disgrace,

The demonic lie that Israel God forsook.

It teaches Christ’s own people are cast out,

Their covenants transferred to Gentile hands;

It steals the land, the promises, the shout

Of prophets who foretold her future stands.

This dark deception twists the sacred page,

Declaring God has changed His holy mind;

Yet Romans eleven thunders through the age:

“God has not cast away His people—blind

They are for now, but not forever lost.”

Wild olives, grafted by amazing grace,

Draw life from roots the patriarchs once knew;

They share the sap within the noble place,

But never boast against the branches true.

The natural boughs, though broken for a time,

Remain beloved for the fathers’ sake;

His gifts and calling stand through every clime—

He will restore the nation He did make.

All who uphold her walls with prayer and deed,

Who love her people, land, and holy name,

Walk in the blessing Scripture has decreed—

Abundance, peace, and heaven’s shielding flame.

O universal truth from ages past:

The God of Israel never shifts or lies;

Replacement’s poison cannot make Him cast

His sworn eternal word before our eyes.

Grafted believers, humble in your role,

Do not exalt above the root that feeds;

For Israel’s future glory shall console

The nations when the King of kings intercedes.

Thus every soul that stands with Jacob’s seed

And honors what the Lord has sworn to keep,

Receives the covenantal joy indeed—

Life from the dead, when all the world shall weep.

To love His Israel is to love His throne,

To bless her is to dwell beneath His smile;

The Bible’s promise stands for God alone—

Unchanged, eternal, through each testing mile.

The Narrow Holy Way: A Thunderous Call to Repentance, Truth, and the Blood-Bought Remnant by Debbie Harris

26 Friday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the Poet:

If these lines feel sharp, it is only because the Word of God is sharper than any two-edged sword. I did not write to offend the world, but to awaken the Church. In an age that remakes Jesus into a harmless friend who approves of everything, I wanted to lift up the real Christ—the One who flips tables, calls for repentance, and offers blood-bought grace to empty hands.

This poem is both warning and invitation. A warning against every doctrine of demons that twists the Gospel into self-help, prosperity, or moral license. And a joyful celebration for the faithful few who are willing to walk the narrow, holy way—scarred feet, lifted faces, and eyes fixed on Jesus.

If you are weary of shallow faith and hungry for the real thing, then these words are for you. Count the cost, take up your cross, and walk on. The road is hard, but the fellowship is sweet, and the reward is eternal.

May the Holy Spirit use this poem to stir your heart, strengthen your steps, and fix your gaze on the only Savior who is worthy.

Soli Deo Gloria,

The Poet

In shadowed halls where crowds seek easy grace,

A feeble faith now fashions gods of clay—

A Jesus mild, who winks at every base

And calls the darkness light, the night the day.

He flips no tables in the temple court,

Nor thunders truth where lies have built their throne;

His “love” is license, tolerance a sport,

That crowns the flesh while crucifying stone.

Yet narrow is the gate, the way is strait,

Where holy fire refines the contrite soul;

Salvation comes not sealed by works or fate,

But blood-bought grace that makes the broken whole.

Repent, and trust the Lamb who bore the curse—

No other name, no other price will do.

The cross stands lone against the devil’s purse,

And empty hands alone may enter through.

All isms born of men, all liberal lies,

Are doctrines breathed from hell’s corrupted spring;

They twist the Gospel till the pure truth dies,

And call the serpent’s hiss a righteous thing.

Prosperity’s false prophets, sleek and bold,

Proclaim a heaven here on golden streets—

The Lord declares them anathema, cold,

And bars them from the flock His blood redeems.

O Church, arise! Let ancient thunder roll,

Cling to the Word that cannot bend or break.

The world will scorn the Christ who saves the soul,

But heaven crowns the faithful for His sake.

Yet joy awaits the remnant bold and true,

Who tread the narrow path with lifted face;

Their feet are scarred, yet hearts are born anew,

And glory’s dawn outshines the world’s disgrace.

They walk with Jesus through the sword and flame,

In sweet communion none can take away;

The King Himself will call them by their name,

And crown them with eternal, deathless day!

Rejoice, ye holy few, who count all loss,

For Him who loved and bought you with His blood—

Your narrow way leads upward to the Cross,

Where heaven’s welcome drowns the tempter’s flood!

Blessed are the few who choose this pilgrim road,

Though lonely, steep, and veiled in morning mist;

For every step draws nearer to their God,

And angels sing above the narrow twist.

Stand fast, dear saints—the narrow road is blessed.

The King is coming soon to claim His own.

One Nation Under God: Rejecting the Deadly Satanic Creed of Democratic Socialism and Its Godless Communist Radicalism by Debbie Harris

25 Thursday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

In this hour of gathering shadows, when ancient liberties are under siege and the soul of our Republic is tested, I offer this poem as a clarion call from the heart of a patriot who still believes in the God who birthed America.

We were never meant to be a godless nation ruled by envy, nor a land bowed beneath foreign ideologies that mock the Cross and despise the freedoms our forefathers purchased with blood and prayer. Democratic socialism is no gentle reformer—it is the velvet glove over communism’s iron fist, ushering in radicalism and every form of immorality that seeks to erase “One Nation Under God” from our pledge, our monuments, and our children’s hearts.

This verse is my stand: a declaration that America belongs to the God of the Bible, not to Marx, not to any crescent, and not to the chaos of radical upheaval. We must reject the serpent’s whisper, cast down its lies, and raise the Cross once more over freedom’s domain.

May these words stir courage in your spirit, strengthen your resolve, and remind you that we are still “One Nation Under God”—indivisible, with liberty and justice for all who honor Him.

Stand firm. The battle is spiritual, but the victory belongs to the righteous.

In solemn hope and unyielding faith,

The Poet

Psalm 33:12

“Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD; and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.”

Proverbs 14:34

“Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.”

2 Chronicles 7:14

“If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”

Galatians 5:1

“Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.”

2 Corinthians 3:17

“Now the Lord is that Spirit: and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.”

Ephesians 6:12

“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”

One nation under God we stand, unbowed and true,

Not communism’s chains, nor Islam’s crescent hue,

Nor radicalism’s storm that seeks to tear apart

The soul of liberty enshrined within each heart.

In hallowed halls where liberty once burned bright,

A shadow creeps beneath the veil of night.

The deadly Satanic, Godless, blasphemous creed

Dons democratic socialism’s mask of need.

It whispers softly of equality’s fair grace,

Yet communism’s iron fist lies in its face.

Not new, not kind, but tyranny reborn in guise,

To chain the free and mock the Savior’s skies.

This venom spreads through America’s sacred ground,

Bringing radicalism’s fire and immorality’s bound—

Of every sordid ilk that scorns the moral law,

Blasphemes the Cross, and bends the knee to flawed.

It peddles chaos cloaked in compassion’s name,

Godless altars built on envy, hate, and shame.

Yet we declare, with voices clear and strong:

One nation under God—we shall not go along!

Not communism’s yoke, nor Islam’s rigid call,

Nor radicalism’s rage that topples every wall.

Awake, O land of Washington and pilgrim’s prayer,

Reject this darkness; keep the faith we bear.

For truth and God alone can guard the free and bold;

This deadly lie must never claim our gold.

Stand firm, America, against the serpent’s art—

One nation under God, with fire in our heart!

We cast this darkness down, its lies exposed and slain,

And raise the Cross once more o’er freedom’s vast domain!

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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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!