The Sovereign Hand That Gives and Takes: Trusting God’s Perfect Knowledge in Moments of Sudden Loss by Debbie Harris

19 Thursday Mar 2026

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John 11:35

Jesus wept.

Psalm 116:15

King James Version (KJV):
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.

English Standard Version (ESV):
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.

New International Version (NIV):
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his faithful servants.

New Living Translation (NLT):
The LORD cares deeply when his loved ones die.

In the quiet dawn when joy overflowed,
The Lord gives freely, as a Father’s gift—
A treasured soul, a laughter warm and true,
A presence wrapped in light, a love to lift.

Then in a moment unforeseen and swift,
The Lord takes gently what He first bestowed.
The empty chair, the silence in the room—
Yet not in anger, but in wisdom’s road.

No angry fist is raised against the sky,
No “Why?” that shakes with doubt or bitter plea.
For God knows best—His eyes see every thread,
The tapestry of grace we cannot see.

He numbers all our days before one breath,
He holds the ones we love in nail-scarred hands.
What seems like loss is mercy in disguise,
A calling home to where eternity stands.

The heart may ache with sorrow deep and wide,
Tears fall like rain upon the hallowed ground—
Yet in that pain, we bow and whisper still:
“Thy will be done,” where perfect love is found.

For Christ Himself walked sorrow’s shadowed path,
He wept at graves and bore the cross alone.
He knows the sting, yet trusted to the end—
“My God, My God,” and still He claimed the throne.

So we declare with faith that will not break:
The Lord gives! The Lord takes! Blessed be
The name of Christ, who orders all our steps—
He knows what’s best for those He calls His own.

No loss escapes His tender, sovereign care;
He gathers every tear and turns the page.
What He has taken waits in glory’s light,
Redeemed, restored, secure from every age.

In unexpected grief, we rest in Him—
The Giver, Taker, Healer of the soul.
God knows best. His ways are higher still.
Blessed be the name of Jesus—Lord of all.

Forever blessed be His holy name.

Patrick’s Shield: A Biblical Hymn of Faith and the Emerald Isle by Debbie Harris

17 Tuesday Mar 2026

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It captures the protective “shield” theme (echoing the Breastplate/Lorica tradition), the biblical focus, and the Irish essence without being overly long.

Here’s the full poem presented under that title, in a clean, ready-to-share format (using the revised version with fully original phrasing in the later stanzas to avoid direct quotes from the classic prayer):

Patrick’s Shield: A Biblical Hymn of Faith and the Emerald Isle

Upon the emerald isle he trod,
Where shadows cloaked the pagan night;
Young Patrick, captive once, now free,
Bore forth the everlasting light.

As Moses raised the serpent high
(John 3:14), so Patrick raised the Cross,
That sinners bound in serpent’s lie
Might look and live, nor suffer loss.

Three leaves upon one stem he showed,
The mystery of the Three in One:
The Father, Son, and Spirit flowed
In perfect love, as God is One.

“I bind unto myself today,”
He sang, the strength of heaven’s might,
Christ’s birth and baptism in the way,
His death that conquered endless night.

Like Paul who preached to Gentile lands
(Acts 13), he walked through druid’s snare,
With Gospel fire in holy hands,
Declaring grace beyond compare.

Against the wiles of dark deceit,
Against the storm and poison’s sting,
He claimed the Savior’s sure retreat,
Christ his fortress, Christ his King.

Christ his guard in every place,
Christ the hope that fills his soul,
Christ the light upon his face,
Christ the fire that makes him whole.

So on this day of shamrock green,
We lift our voice in thankful praise:
For Patrick’s faith, so bold, serene,
We walk the ancient, narrow ways.

May Trinity’s bright glory shine
Through Ireland’s hills and o’er the sea,
Till every soul, in grace divine,
Proclaims: “My Lord has set me free!”

Hymn:Salvation’s Jubilation: Robed in Glory, Crowned as Royals, Our Song Never Ends by Debbie Harris

16 Monday Mar 2026

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Verse 1
I will greatly rejoice—yes, shout in the Lord!
My soul explodes with joy in my conquering God!
For He has stripped off my rags of defeat and shame,
And clothed me in garments of salvation’s flame!

Refrain
Victory! Victory! Shout it aloud!
Rejoice, O my soul, in triumphant crowd!
Clothed in His righteousness, shining so bright,
Reigning as royals in heavenly might!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Our song never ends!
Salvation eternal—triumph ascends!

Verse 2
Like a victorious bridegroom crowned with garlands of gold,
Like a radiant bride with jewels that dazzle and bold;
So the Lord has arrayed me in splendor divine,
Robed in His righteousness—forever I’ll shine!

Verse 3
No longer in chains, no longer in night,
Christ’s blood has broken the grave’s cruel might!
He tore off my mourning, my sorrow, my loss—
And wrapped me in joy at the foot of the cross!

Verse 4
Beauty for ashes! Oil of gladness outpoured!
Garment of praise where heaviness roared!
He turns every captive to dancing and song—
Our Victor has triumphed; the weak now are strong!

Verse 5
In Zion we rise with unbreakable might,
Oaks of His planting, ablaze in His light!
The nations will see, and the heavens will ring—
Our God reigns victorious; let all creatures sing!

Verse 6
Righteousness springs like a fountain so free,
Praise bursts forth like a vast jubilee!
The Lord has declared it—His promise is sure—
Our joy is eternal; our victory secure!

Verse 7
Till trumpets resound and the skies split apart,
We’ll feast at the marriage, with joy in our heart!
Forever adorned in His glorious array,
Victorious forever—forever we’ll say:

Final Refrain
Victory! Victory! Shout it aloud!
Rejoice, O my soul, in triumphant crowd!
Clothed in His righteousness, shining so bright,
Reigning as royals in heavenly might!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Our song never ends!
Salvation eternal—triumph ascends!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Our song never ends!
Salvation eternal—triumph ascends!
Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen!

Be Salt, Not Silence: Preserving a Decaying World Before the Savor Fades by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Mar 2026

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You are the salt the world still needs,
Preserving life from rot and rust,
In a culture racing toward its knees,
You hold back darkness, hold back dust.

Not just for flavor on the plate,
But agents stopping moral slide—
Your truth, your stand, your steady weight
Keep goodness breathing, keep it alive.

But if your edge grows dull and thin,
Diluted by the noise around,
What use are you? What fight within?
No fire, no bite, no saving sound.

Like Dead Sea grit that looks the part—
White crystals, empty core inside—
You’re tossed aside, no sting, no heart,
Trampled under, nowhere to hide.

Wake up, believers, sharpen fast,
Don’t blend into the trending stream;
Let compromise be in the past—
Refuse to trade your salt for dreams.

Stand firm, restrain the creeping fall,
Make wrong feel wrong, make truth ignite;
If salt itself begins to stall,
What chance remains for wrong or right?

Be bold as grace, as sharp as light,
In feeds or streets, in calm or fight;
Christ calls you salt—live out the right,
Preserve the world, preserve your fight.

Behold the Beauty of Unmerited Righteousness: Through the Faithfulness of Jesus Christ, Offered to Every Believing Heart by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Mar 2026

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Lo, from the shadowed law’s unyielding throne,
Where mortal striving falters, dust to dust,
A brighter righteousness is now made known—
Not forged in works, but wrought in endless trust.

Through faith in Christ, the faithful Son who died,
God’s very justice flows, a boundless stream;
To every soul that turns, whate’er betide,
It comes as gift—no barrier, no deem.

No Jew nor Greek, no bond nor free, no high,
No low-born wretch excluded from the call;
All have transgressed, yet all may lift the eye
To Him who justifies the great and small.

O sweetness infinite! That grace so free
Should robe the sinner in unspotted light,
And bid the blind behold what none could see—
The Lamb’s pure merit shining through the night.

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound that saves,
Redeems the lost, and crowns the contrite heart;
In Christ alone the soul no longer craves,
But rests secure, where righteousness imparts.

Then sing, my soul, of mercy undeserved,
Of faith that tastes the honey of His love;
For God is just, yet justifier preserved—
Through Jesus’ blood, our pardon from above.

What truth more sweet could heaven itself afford?
Righteousness by faith—for all who come to Him.
Believer, taste and see your sovereign Lord:
In grace begun, in glory perfected. Amen.

Burning or Spued Forth from Laodicea’s Warning: A Solemn Charge and Heavenly Petition That Every Soul Purchased by the Blood of Jesus May Be Found Blazing, Never Tepid by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Mar 2026

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May our hearts be full of fire for our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!
Let no chill of ease descend, no tepid slumber dim our sight.
Rise, O soul, and burn with holy flame, unquenched by worldly breath,
Lest the charge of Laodicea fall upon us at our death.

Once the Bridegroom’s torch was carried high through dark and starless night,
Zeal like lightning clove the heavens, love like furnace roared with might.
Shall we now, redeemed by blood so dear, in comfort’s cradle lie,
While the world grows cold around us and the faithful faint and die?

Lukewarm heart, thou wretched thing, neither hot nor cold art thou;
Spued from His mouth who bought thee dear, what mercy claimest thou?
Awake, arise, cast off the grave-clothes of this drowsy age,
Rekindle love with tears and fasting, turn again the sacred page.

Let prayer be fuel, Scripture oil, and worship blaze the pyre;
Let every thought, each deed, each word feed higher, ever higher.
No middle ground, no neutral shore—choose thou this very day:
To burn for Christ with ceaseless fire, or fade in shades of gray.

O Lord of glory, King of love, send down Thy Spirit’s wind and flame!
Consume our dross, our sloth, our pride, and write upon our frame
The name that none can read but Thee, the mark of those who dare
To live as martyrs in their time, though yet the cross they bear.

So may it never, never be—by grace let it be said—
That any true-born child of Thine grew lukewarm, cold, or dead.
But rather let the angels sing, when time itself is past,
“Here walked a soul ablaze for Christ, and burns in heaven at last.”

Amen.

The Devil Does Not Fear a Mighty Cathedral Filled with Multitudes; He Trembles Before a Humble Church on Its Knees in Prayer, Where Two or Three Are Gathered in the Name of Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Mar 2026

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No towers grand nor throngs that fill the nave
Strike terror in the dark prince’s breast;
He mocks the pomp of marble, gold, and stave,
Where multitudes in idle worship rest.

The bells may ring, the organs thunder loud,
The crowds may surge like rivers to the door;
Yet Satan smiles amid the pious crowd,
For empty hearts leave heaven’s gate ajar.

But lo! when humble souls in secret meet,
Two or three gathered in the Savior’s name,
Their whispered prayers ascend on wingèd feet,
And Jesus comes—His presence kindles flame.

Then trembles hell; the ancient serpent flees,
His kingdom quakes before such quiet might.
No sword of man, no host in panoplies,
Can match the power of contrite souls in light.

A single candle lit by faith sincere
Outshines the blaze of ten thousand torches bright;
In lowly prayer the victory draws near,
And darkness yields unto the Lord’s true light.

O devil, fear the closet, fear the knee,
Fear hearts united, bowed in Jesus’ name;
For where His Spirit dwells in unity,
Thy reign is broken—evermore the same.

May the Spring-Filled Fragrance of Our Fleeting Lives Be Christ Alone by Debbie Harris

13 Friday Mar 2026

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May the springtime scent of our fleeting days
Rise not for self, nor earthly praise,
But pour forth only Christ’s sweet fame,
The one true fragrance, ever the same.

Let every bloom that opens wide
Hide no perfume of human pride;
May petals fall, yet leave behind
The aroma of the Crucified.

Like dew that settles soft and still
On tender grass by heaven’s will,
So let our lives distill His grace—
Christ alone, in every place.

No other savor, no other name,
No blended note to share the claim.
Just Jesus—pure, complete, divine—
The only fragrance worth the time.

A World in Need of Rescue: Receiving the Free Gift of Salvation and a Transformed Heart by Debbie Harris

12 Thursday Mar 2026

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For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
— Romans 6:23 (KJV)

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.
— Ephesians 2:8-9 (KJV)

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
— John 3:16 (KJV)

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.
— 2 Corinthians 5:17 (KJV)

The whole world needs rescuing, Lord.
And the Rescuer’s name is Jesus Christ our Lord.
His free gift is Salvation
and a transformed soul.

Arise, Ye Warriors of the Lamb: Be Valiant for Truth Amid the Reign of Lies by Debbie Harris

12 Thursday Mar 2026

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Awake, ye warriors of the Lamb,
Who wear the cross upon your soul;
No silken bed, no fleeting fame,
No timid heart shall reach the goal.
The trumpet sounds, the standard flies,
The ancient foe in darkness schemes;
Yet Christ Himself before us lies—
The Conqueror of our broken dreams.

In armor bright with heaven’s fire,
The belt of truth about your waist,
The breastplate guards the heart’s desire,
The gospel shoes make footsteps haste.
Lift high the shield that quenches flame,
The helmet strong to guard the mind;
The Spirit’s sword, God’s living name,
Shall cleave the lies that truth would bind.

The Captain marches, scarred and crowned,
His hands still bear the nail’s cruel print;
Through storm and shadow, blood-bespattered ground,
He leads where cowards fear to sprint.
No chain of fear shall bind the brave,
No whisper of the serpent’s art;
Though worlds may mock and powers rave,
His voice alone commands the heart.

Be valiant, then, for truth this day,
When falsehood cloaks itself in light;
When error wears a saintly sway
And wolves in sheepskin prowl the night.
Stand firm where compromise would creep,
Where silence seems the easier road;
The cross demands, the watchmen keep—
Their charge is heavy, yet their load.

Though wounds may scar and trials press,
Though brethren fall and banners tear,
The King who died will yet confess
The faithful ones who tarry there.
A crown of life awaits the true,
Where every tear is wiped away;
He turns our broken dreams anew—
In victory Christ holds the day.

Then charge, ye soldiers of the King,
With voices joined in battle cry;
Let every tongue His praises sing,
Till darkened realms to daylight fly.
No fortress built by mortal hand
Shall stand against His sovereign might;
We march beneath His high command—
Till every knee bows at His sight!