The Wondrous Exchange of the Cross: Self Slain, Christ Exalted, All for His Eternal Praise by Debbie Harris

21 Saturday Feb 2026

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The poem celebrates the believer’s union with Christ in His death: the true Christian reckons themselves crucified with Him, so the old self dies and all personal ambitions end. From then on, life has one purpose—to live solely for the glory of Christ. Through this “wondrous exchange,” self is slain, Christ is exalted, and every thought, deed, and breath proclaims His eternal praise.

In shadowed hour when Christ gave up His breath,
The true-hearted soul counts its own life slain—
Dead with the Lord who conquered sin and death,
No longer bound to earth’s self-seeking chain.

We judge ourselves as crucified that day,
When nails and spear His holy body tore;
The old man buried in the tomb’s cold clay,
Alive no more to chase what was before.

Henceforth the heart, once captive to its will,
Feels heaven’s constraint: no other aim shall rise.
Not gold, nor fame, nor fleshly passions fill
The purpose now—to glorify the skies.

For Him who died and rose, our lives we yield,
A living sacrifice, redeemed by grace;
In every breath, in every battlefield,
We live for Christ’s eternal, matchless face.

O wondrous exchange! From death to life we spring,
No longer ours, but wholly His to claim;
Let every thought, each deed, each offering
Proclaim the glory of the Savior’s name.

Wings of Unmeasured Grace: An Ode Celebrating the Mercy That Is Infinite as the Eternal One Who Bestows It by Debbie Harris

20 Friday Feb 2026

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Summary of the Poem
Wings of Unmeasured Grace: An Ode Celebrating the Mercy That Is Infinite as the Eternal One Who Bestows It

The poem is a classical ode that exalts the infinite, boundless nature of God’s mercy, directly inspired by Charles Spurgeon’s assertion that “there is nothing little in God; His mercy is like Himself; it is infinite. You cannot measure it.”

Key themes and progression:

  1. Mercy as an immense, uncontainable force
    It is portrayed not as a small or limited gift, but as a vast, fathomless ocean with no shores—endlessly surging, rising higher than human pride or sin, and ultimately overwhelming the soul in grace.
  2. Cosmic and natural grandeur
    The poet draws on majestic images of the sky (an unmeasurable firmament scattering starlight), ancient forests (ever-green mercy walking among shadows), and the dawn (gilding broken hearts after endless night) to illustrate that God’s pity is as expansive and enduring as creation itself.
  3. Triumph over human limitation
    No sin is too deep, no time too long, no guilt too great to be barred from this mercy. It pardons the unnameable, lifts the beggar, and crowns the unworthy.
  4. Divine infinity as the source
    The mercy flows directly from God’s own infinite nature—the Eternal Mind, the boundless breast—making it impossible for human tools (calipers, gauges, compasses) to measure or contain it.
  5. Liberation and rest
    The poem closes in joyful surrender: by launching into this “boundless deep,” the soul discovers true freedom. God’s mercy embraces worlds, redeems the lost, and invites every weary wanderer into eternal rest.

In essence, the ode is a lyrical celebration and meditation: God’s mercy is not a measured handout but a living, radiant, ever-rising reality—coextensive with His own being—vast enough to swallow every darkness and gentle enough to bear the soul on wings forever.

No petty stream this mercy flows,
But ocean fathomless and wide,
Where horizons melt in liquid gold
And every wave is mercy’s tide.

No shore confines its restless surge;
It breaks on cliffs of human pride,
Yet rises higher, ever higher,
To drown the soul in grace allied.

Behold the vaulted firmament—
No caliper can span its dome—
So vast His pity, star by star
It scatters light through heaven’s gloam.

The ancient cedars bow their heads
In forests deep where shadows play,
Yet mercy walks the mossy floor,
A living green that knows no decay.

Like sunrise born of endless night,
It gilds the ruined heart anew;
No chain of sin, no length of years,
Can bar its entrance, bright and true.

Infinite as the Eternal Mind
From whence all being springs and sings,
It pardons depths we dare not name
And crowns the beggar with its wings.

O Thou whose mercy mocks our gauge,
Whose compass none can hold or see,
We launch into Thy boundless deep—
And find ourselves forever free.

In Thee, O God, no littleness dwells;
Thy mercy, vast as Thine own breast,
Embraces worlds, redeems the lost,
And bids the weary wanderer rest.

Blessed Is the Man or Woman Who Walketh Not in the Counsel of the Ungodly by Debbie Harris

20 Friday Feb 2026

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Psalm 1 (KJV)

1 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.
2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
3 And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
4 The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
5 Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
6 For the LORD knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.

O happy soul, whose feet decline
The counsel of the impious throng,
Who shuns the sinners’ path malign,
Nor joins the scoffers’ mocking song—
Not walking where the wicked lead,
Nor standing firm in vice’s way,
Nor seated where contempt is bred,
In scornful ease to spend the day.

But in the sacred law divine
His chief delight is ever found;
There day and night his thoughts entwine,
In meditation deep and profound.
Like some fair tree by rivers set,
Whose roots drink deep the ceaseless stream,
In season ripe its fruit is met,
Its verdant leaf no withering dream.

Whate’er he doth shall prosper well,
No drought shall parch, no storm prevail;
His boughs in fruitful beauty swell,
His greenness shall forever hail.
Not so the wicked—light as chaff
They whirl before the wind’s fierce breath;
No root, no weight, no stable staff,
They scatter to the realms of death.

The ungodly shall not stand the test
When judgment’s awful hour is come;
Nor sinners join the righteous blest
In God’s eternal, holy home.
For God beholds the righteous path,
And guards it with His watchful eye;
But they who tread the way of wrath
Shall perish, lost eternally.

The Faithful Covering: From Pitch-Sealed Arks to the Blood-Sealed Soul by Debbie Harris

20 Friday Feb 2026

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We are not left to hold ourselves together by willpower, discipline, or personal stability. Through Christ’s finished work on the cross, God actively sustains us—inside and out—amid life’s storms, overwhelming seasons, emotional waves, or faith-stretching trials. We are not barely afloat; we are covered, cherished, and held in His unfailing grace.

In ancient days when judgment fell like rain,
A righteous man received the Lord’s command:
“Build thee an ark of gopher, strong and plain,
And pitch it round with bitumen’s dark hand.”
Inside and out the thick black seal was laid,
No drop could breach what God Himself designed;
Through forty nights the deluge roared and swayed,
Yet safety held where grace and pitch combined.

Then came a mother, heart in anguish torn,
Who wove a fragile boat of reed and slime,
And daubed it well with pitch from dusk till morn,
To guard her child from Pharaoh’s cruel crime.
Upon the Nile the little ark was set,
A basket borne through waters wild and deep;
The covering kept the infant safe from threat,
Till Pharaoh’s daughter drew him from his sleep.

Two vessels small, yet echoing one theme:
Not wood’s own strength, nor builder’s skill prevailed,
But God’s provided coat, a faithful dream,
That turned destruction back and life entailed.
The ark through flood, the basket through the stream—
Both sealed by pitch, both shadowed forth the Son,
Whose blood, once shed, redeems us from the dream
Of self-held strength; in Him our all is won.

No longer do we clutch at trembling frame,
Nor fear the rising tide will sweep us under;
In Christ all things cohere, He bears our name,
His finished work our souls in mercy sunder
From wrath’s dark flood. Though waves may crash and roar,
And seasons press with weight we scarce can bear,
The covering holds—eternal, evermore—
For He who pitched the ark is present there.

So breathe, dear soul, when storms assail your peace;
You are not left to drift or fall apart.
The same sure hand that brought deliverance
Now holds you fast within His steadfast heart.
In Christ you stand, not barely kept afloat,
But covered, cherished, whole—forever His.
The pitch of old, the cross of love, the note
Of grace resounding: You are held in bliss.

Closing Prayer

Faithful God,
You who sealed the ark against the flood
and coated the basket on the Nile with Your protecting hand,
thank You for the greater covering we now have in Christ.

His blood, poured out once for all, has sealed us inside and out—
not by our strength, but by Your unfailing grace.
When the waters rise and our hearts tremble,
hold us together in Him.
Let us rest, not in our own frail vessels,
but in the finished work of Your Son.

Breathe Your peace over us today.
Remind us: we are not barely afloat;
we are covered, cherished, and held forever in Your steadfast love.

In the name of Jesus, our true Ark and Covering,
Amen.

In Nomine Diaboli (In the Name of the Devil): The Hellish Satanic Horror and Blasphemy of Woke Ideology – A Litany of Demonic Inversion by Debbie Harris

19 Thursday Feb 2026

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Title: In Nomine Diaboli (In the Name of the Devil): The Hellish Satanic Horror and Blasphemy of Woke Ideology – A Litany of Demonic Inversion

Form & Tone: A classical-style rhymed poem (mostly iambic tetrameter/pentameter couplets/quatrains) written as a condemnatory “litany” or prophetic dirge. It uses biblical imagery, apocalyptic language, and sharp satire to portray modern “woke” ideology as a profound spiritual inversion—an ancient evil (Satanic/demonic) masquerading as compassion, justice, and love.

Core Thesis: Woke ideology represents the “Great Inversion”—where good is called evil, truth is punished, natural order is deemed oppressive, and mercy is twisted into cruelty. Its adherents unwittingly (or deliberately) reject Christ’s grace, recite a creed “in the name of the devil,” and embrace self-damnation, making their fate a tragic, freely chosen horror.

Key Themes & Imagery:

  • False gods & resentment: Worship of victimhood wounds over mercy.
  • Linguistic & reality assault: Outlawing simple truths like “he is he” or “she is she”; punishing declarative “is” statements as hate.
  • Medical & moral horror: Blessing surgical mutilation of youth as “care”; gaslighting children to suppress doubt.
  • Public spectacle: Marches demanding total submission; washing hands of consequences like Pilate.
  • Blasphemous parody: Inverting the Cross, tearing temple veils, crowning a pastel golden calf; toasting with a poisoned cup of gall and vinegar (echoing Christ’s crucifixion mockery).
  • Demonic undertone: The ancient Serpent smiles at humanity’s swift re-learning of calling darkness light; pity disguises oldest Evil.
  • Tragic climax: Their souls are so base even Hell recoils; ultimate damnation stems from spurning the loving Holy Savior.

Structure:

  • Builds through vivid stanzas depicting cultural/ideological practices.
  • Peaks in ritual mockery (raising the poisoned cup, saying creed in nomine Diaboli).
  • Ends with a mournful, judgmental close: a “psalm” of wrath disguised as love whose final verse reveals Hell’s reluctant welcome and the tragedy of rejected grace.

Overall Effect: A fierce, sorrowful warning—half lament, half indictment—that woke ideology is not mere politics or error, but a hellish, Satanic blasphemy with eternal stakes: a demonic inversion that leads souls to base damnation through deliberate rejection of divine love.

Beneath the moon of fractured glass they kneel,
Where once was mercy now resentment reigns;
They carve new gods from every wound they feel
And offer up the innocent to chains.

The rainbow banner, rent with prideful tears,
Becomes a noose for those who will not bow;
They shriek of justice while they feed on fears
And outlaw “he is he” or “she is she” somehow.

In lecture halls the air grows thick with hex,
Pronouns sharper than the guillotine’s blade;
The heretic who dares to answer “next?”
Is cancelled, shamed, and digitally flayed.

They bless the surgeon’s knife on tender youth,
Call mutilation “care” with solemn face;
The child who weeps is told to hide the truth—
Doubt is the only unforgiven grace.

O ancient Serpent, thou must smile to see
How swiftly man re-learns the oldest art:
To call the darkness light, the foul decree
Of nature’s order “bigotry of heart”.

They march through streets with icons of the maimed,
Demanding every knee and conscience bend;
Yet when the tide of blood is finally named
They wash their hands and cry “we did defend!”

The temple curtains tear, the altar cracks,
The golden calf now wears a pastel crown;
What once was sin is virtue, virtue lacks—
And upside-down the Cross is handed down.

So they raise the poisoned cup of gall and vinegar,
Toast to the Great Inversion come at last:
Where every boundary, every natural wall
Is deemed oppression—and therefore must be smashed.

In nomine Diaboli, they say their creed,
Believing still they walk in heaven’s gleam;
While we who watch discern with growing dread
The oldest Evil wearing pity’s dream.

Thus ends the psalm of ever-bleeding woke—
A liturgy of wrath disguised as love,
Whose final verse, when all the incense smoke
Has cleared, reads:

Hell gapes wide, yet finds their souls too base—
A tragic choice: they spurned the Savior’s grace.

The Absurd Contradiction of Relativism Laid Bare: He Who Proclaimeth “There Is No Absolute Truth” Hath Already Testified Against Himself in the Sight of Him Who Is the Way, the Truth, and the Life by Debbie Harris

19 Thursday Feb 2026

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This Shakespearean sonnet exposes the self-contradiction of relativism: anyone claiming “truth is relative” unwittingly asserts an absolute truth—that relativity is universally true—thus sawing off the branch they sit on. Rooted in pride, relativism rejects logic while depending on it, mistaking chaos for freedom. The poem concludes by calling readers to abandon shifting shadows and embrace the unmoved, eternal, pure Truth—Jesus Christ, the Way, the Truth, and the Life (John 14:6 KJV). Turn to Jesus Christ, the only Savior of the world, for He alone is the absolute Truth that stands forever and offers true liberty from deception.

In essence: Relativism collapses the moment it speaks, proving absolute truth inescapable. Turn to Jesus Christ, the only Savior of the world.

John 14:6 (KJV)
Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

Shall truth itself be made a wandering guest,
A shape that shifts with every mortal mind?
If all is relative, then none may rest
On solid ground, for certainty is blind.
Yet he who claims “no absolute may reign”
Doth forge a blade that cuts his own decree:
For in that very word his lips maintain
An absolute — that relativity must be.

O sweet contradiction, born of pride,
Thou bidst the law of non-contradiction flee,
Yet leanest on its breast where logic died,
And callest chaos truth’s own liberty.

Let tongues that love the shadow turn to light:
Truth stands unmoved — eternal, pure, and bright.

Ye Are of God—Greater Is He in You Than He That Is in the World: An Anthem of Redeemed Royalty by Debbie Harris

19 Thursday Feb 2026

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1 John 4:4 (KJV)
Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world.

Ye Are of God—Greater Is He in You Than He That Is in the World: An Anthem of Redeemed Royalty.The poem is a triumphant declaration of spiritual victory based on 1 John 4:4 (KJV). It celebrates the indwelling presence of God—the Holy Spirit—within every believer as far greater and more powerful than any evil force or darkness that rules the world.Key themes and progression:

  • Contrast of powers: The “greater” One (God/Christ/Holy Spirit) living inside believers overcomes the “prince of darkness” and his influence, no matter how fierce or persistent his attacks may seem.
  • Inner divine reality: Every redeemed person (saint/child of God) carries an unquenchable fire, undimmed light, and the very presence of heaven, fulfilling God’s promises.
  • Spiritual warfare acknowledged: Believers face real opposition—not just human struggles, but unseen powers that try to bind and break—but victory is already sealed through Christ’s strength.
  • Freedom from fear: No fear, storm, or worldly rage can overpower the inner voice and authority given by God; heaven’s power determines the outcome.
  • Royal identity and call to action: Redeemed believers stand as royalty, clothed in divine armor and grace. The poem ends with a stirring summons to “rise up” as children of the King, boldly proclaim freedom, and live in the reality that the conquering God of life and resurrection dwells mightily in them.

In essence, the poem is an encouraging anthem of assurance, empowerment, and praise: because God is greater and lives within us, we are overcomers—redeemed royalty called to stand fearless, victorious, and bold for His glory.It moves from recognition of the battle → assurance of inner victory → rejection of fear → declaration of royal identity → a final rallying cry to rise and proclaim the truth. Amen—greater indeed is He!

Greater is He that is in us,
Than he that rules the shadowed throng—
The Prince of darkness, fierce and sly,
Whose whispers echo loud and long.

Yet in the heart of every saint,
The Holy Spirit dwells supreme;
A fire unquenched, a light undimmed,
Fulfilling every promised dream.

We wrestle not with flesh alone,
But powers that seek to bind and break;
Yet victory’s seal is on our souls—
For Christ’s own strength we undertake.

No fear can chain what God has freed,
No storm can drown the inner voice;
The world may rage with fleeting might,
But heaven’s power makes our choice.

Redeemed and royal, bold we stand,
In armor forged by grace divine;
For greater is He within our breast
Than any foe in this world of thine.

Rise up, O children of the King!
Proclaim the truth that sets us free—
The God who conquered death and grave
Lives mighty now in you and me.

Amen—greater indeed is He!

Where Kindness Triumphs: The Divine Goodness That Awakens Repentance by Debbie Harris

18 Wednesday Feb 2026

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Summary of the Poem: Where Kindness Triumphs: The Divine Goodness That Awakens Repentance

The Divine Goodness That Awakens Repentance”The poem meditates on the central biblical truth of Romans 2:4 (KJV)—that God’s goodness, forbearance, and longsuffering are not to be despised but recognized as the gentle force that leads people to repentance.Rather than using fear, judgment, thunder, or punishment, God approaches humanity with tender mercy. He lavishes undeserved kindness: daily provision (light, breath, grace), patient restraint of deserved consequences, and an open invitation to return, even while people wander in rebellion.This persistent, patient goodness—described as richer and stronger than wrath—gradually melts guilt, thaws hardened hearts, and awakens the soul. It woos rather than coerces, embraces rather than condemns, seeing every person as a wayward child worthy of restoration.In the end, the poem celebrates how divine kindness triumphs where fear and law fail: it renews minds, bends stubborn hearts, dispels shadows across generations, and ultimately brings every prodigal home to the eternal love that has always been waiting.In essence, the poem portrays repentance not as a response to terror, but as the natural, almost inevitable outcome of experiencing the overwhelming, pursuing, healing kindness of God toward all humanity.

Romans 2:4 (KJV)
Or despisest thou the riches of his goodness and forbearance and longsuffering; not knowing that the goodness of God leadeth thee to repentance?

Not with thunder, not with flame,
Nor iron rod to bruise and shame,
But softly does His mercy come—
A quiet dawn, a rising sun.

He spreads the table while they stray,
Pours light on paths of rebel days,
Withholds the storm their sins would bring,
And crowns their hours with grace unearned.

Each breath a gift no one deserves,
Each morning whispers, “Come, return,”
His patience lingers, slow to judge,
A love so vast the heart must stir.

The heavy guilt that wanderers bear
Begins to thaw beneath His care—
Not terror drives the turning soul,
But kindness stronger than control.

O God of riches, boundless, free,
Your goodness woos humanity;
Not chains of wrath, but open arms
That see the child still lost in harm.

So souls may kneel, no longer blind,
As gentle hands renew the mind.
What fear could never truly mend,
His kindness heals—and hearts bend.

Lead on, sweet grace, through every age,
Till every shadow flees the stage,
And Love, eternal, ever sure,
Brings home the prodigal once more.

Say Yes to Grace: A Sonnet Exalting Jesus Christ, Whose Sovereign Yet Gentle Love Calls Every Heart to Repentance, Spiritual Rebirth, and Holy Transformation by Debbie Harris

18 Wednesday Feb 2026

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Summary of the Poem: “Say Yes to Grace”This sonnet is a joyous, universal celebration of the gospel invitation through Jesus Christ. It portrays humanity awakening from spiritual darkness at the dawn of grace and calls every heart to respond to God’s gentle, sovereign love.Key themes and progression:

  • The need for transformation: No one can enter God’s kingdom without radical change—being born again by the Holy Spirit, not by human effort.
  • Repentance and surrender: The soul must repent of sin, turn from old ways, and yield to the Spirit’s renewing breath.
  • The Holy Spirit’s work: He actively renews and transforms lives, breaking chains of sin, replacing darkness with light, and making holiness the heart’s true desire.
  • God’s gentle respect for free will: Though sovereign and loving, God never forces His way in. Like Revelation 3:20, He stands at the door and knocks, patiently waiting for each person’s willing “yes.”
  • The invitation is universal and eternal: Christ’s love calls every soul to repent, be born anew, and walk in transformed holiness forever.
  • Triumphant close: The poem ends in exuberant praise—“Rejoice, all hearts!”—urging readers to say “yes” to grace, experience new birth, and forever worship the Lord who makes us new.

In essence, the sonnet is an exultant, invitational hymn: God’s kindness (echoing Romans 2:4) draws us tenderly to repentance and new life in Christ, but the choice is ours. When we say “yes,” we step into joy, freedom, and eternal praise.It’s written in traditional Shakespearean sonnet form (14 lines, iambic pentameter, rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG), blending doctrinal depth with warm, poetic emotion.

Revelation 3:20 (KJV)
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

When dawn awakens earth with golden fire,
The human heart, once shadowed deep in night,
Must turn to Christ, the Savior full of grace,
And choose His love that offers second birth.

No one can see the kingdom without change—
Born again, not of flesh but of the Spirit,
Repenting sins that bound the weary soul,
And yielding to the wind of God’s own breath.

His Holy Spirit works this deep renewal,
Transforming lives from darkness into light,
Where chains of old desires dissolve away,
And holy ways become the heart’s delight.

Yet God, so gentle, never forces entry—
He stands and knocks, awaiting our reply;
In sovereign love He offers, never compels,
For true devotion blooms when we choose “yes.”

So let creation sing through endless years—
The love of Jesus Christ, our King and Lord,
Calls every soul to turn, repent, be born anew,
And walk transformed in holiness forever.

Rejoice, all hearts! His knock is soft and true—
Say “yes” to grace, be born again anew.
Forever praise the Lord who makes us new!

Christianity Does Not Progress with the Times—Nor Should It: The Eternal Message of Christ Crucified Remains the Same by Debbie Harris

17 Tuesday Feb 2026

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he sonnet affirms the unchanging nature of Christianity and its core Gospel message. It declares that the good news of salvation—unchanged for 2,000 years—requires no updates or adaptations to fit modern times, cultures, or philosophies. While empires fall, ideas fade, and societies evolve, the truth of Christ crucified remains fixed and sufficient. God’s Word endures eternally, unaltered by human councils, trends, or shifting eras. The poem urges faithful proclamation of this timeless message: Christ crucified, risen, and reigning—offering the same salvation today as always, despite any contemporary mockery or pressure to conform.In essence, it celebrates the Gospel’s immutability as a strength, not a flaw, and calls believers to proclaim it boldly in every generation.

The ancient Gospel rings through changeless years,
No varnish fresh, no tint of modern hue,
The selfsame tidings that once quelled men’s fears
Still pierce the heart as sharp as ever true.

Though empires rise and crumble into dust,
Though fashions whirl and philosophies decay,
The cross stands fixed where mercy met with trust,
And blood once shed still washes sin away.

No council’s vote, no age’s shifting creed
Can add or take one jot from what was given;
The Word endures, the message all men need—
Christ crucified, Christ risen, Christ in heaven.

Proclaim Him still, though mocking voices rise:
The same salvation lives, the same, the prize.