Pillars in a Faithless Land: The Rechabites’ Refusal, Their Firm Stand, and the Lord’s Gracious Reward by Debbie Harris

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Based in Jeremiah 35:1-19

Devotional Note: Standing Firm in a Faithless Land

In the days of Jeremiah, when Judah’s people had grown deaf to God’s repeated calls through His prophets, the Lord pointed to an unlikely example: the Rechabites. This nomadic family had kept a simple, centuries-old vow from their ancestor Jonadab—not to drink wine, not to build houses, not to plant vineyards, but to live as sojourners in tents. For generations, they obeyed without wavering.

The climax came in the temple courts. Even when the prophet Jeremiah himself—God’s own messenger—set wine before them and said, “Drink wine,” they refused. With calm resolve, they declared their commitment: “We will drink no wine, for Jonadab… commanded us” (Jeremiah 35:6). They would not compromise, even under pressure from a man of God.

God honored their integrity. While Judah faced judgment for disobedience to divine commands, the Rechabites received a promise: their line would never fail to stand before Him (Jeremiah 35:19). Their story stands as a rebuke and an encouragement: If mere humans can honor a forefather’s word so faithfully, how much more should we obey our Heavenly Father’s voice?

Today, amid a world that urges compromise on every side, let the Rechabites remind us: True faithfulness isn’t swayed by convenience, authority, or culture. It holds firm, generation after generation. May we, like them, stand as pillars in a faithless land—uncompromising in obedience, trusting that God sees and rewards the heart that says, “No,” to temptation and “Yes,” to His will.

In ancient days, when Judah’s heart grew cold,
And prophets cried in vain to wayward souls,
There dwelt a clan apart, the Rechabites by name,
Descended from the faithful Jonadab of old.

No vines they planted in the fertile plain,
No houses rose beneath their steady hands;
In tents they roamed, as wanderers of the waste,
True to the charge their ancestor had planned.

“Drink not the wine,” the solemn vow decreed,
“Nor strong drink touch your lips from age to age;
Build not a dwelling, sow no seed for gain,
But live as sojourners upon the stage.”

Through centuries the word was kept with care—
Fathers to sons, in unbroken chain of trust—
No compromise with ease, no bending to the crowd,
Though kingdoms rose and fell in war and dust.

Then came the hour of trial, sharp and bright:
The prophet Jeremiah, at the Lord’s command,
Brought them within the temple’s sacred courts,
And set before them cups from glowing stand.

“Drink wine,” he spoke, as heaven watched the scene,
A test to shame the stiff-necked sons of pride.
But they, with calm resolve and quiet grace,
Refused the draught, and steadfastly replied:

“We will not drink, for Jonadab our sire
Commanded us, and we have held it fast:
No wine shall pass these lips, no field be tilled,
No roof shall shelter while the ages last.”

O noble stand! Unyielding to the lure,
They stood as pillars ‘mid a faithless land.
No threat of scorn, no promise could allure—
Integrity their shield, obedience their brand.

The Lord beheld, and His voice thundered forth:
“Behold these sons who honor father’s word!
While Judah spurns My prophets day by day,
These keep their vow, though never have they heard

My thunder from the mount, nor seen My fire—
Yet they obey. Therefore I swear this day:
Because you would not compromise, but stood most firm,
Your line shall never fail to stand before My face.”

So let the tale endure through time’s long roll:
When pressure presses hard to yield and bend,
Recall the Rechabites, who would not bow,
And find in their example strength to stand.

They would not compromise! They stood most firm!
And God, who sees the heart’s unswerving aim,
Honored their integrity with endless grace—
A covenant of blessing in His name.

Keep Rising, Keep Proclaiming: We Stand in Victory Forever Held in His Hands by Debbie Harris

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Rise, O royal one, blood-bought and scarred,
Authentic, born again—though the night is hard.
The battle is not gentle.
It claws. It burns. It blinds.
Arrows whistle, accusations scream,
Wounds reopen in the oldest dream.

Yet still—
We stand in victory!
You stand in victory!

The war was won when mercy bled,
When Love hung dying and rose instead.
The serpent’s head is crushed beneath His feet—
What rages now is rage in defeat.

The fight is brutal, the night is long,
Tears carve rivers where hope feels wrong.
Conscience condemns, the heart grows faint,
But God is greater—His truth won’t taint.

No condemnation can rewrite the score,
The cross has spoken forevermore.
We walk in Spirit, though flesh still fights,
Carrying scars that prove the Light.

Rise anyway.
Proclaim through grit and groan:

We stand in victory!
You stand in victory!

Not because the battle ever eased its hand,
But because the Conqueror already planned—
Every tear recorded, every blow repaid,
Victory not imagined—victory made.

It is finished.
Even when hell howls loud.
Even when gentleness hides in the crowd.

Rise.
Proclaim.
Stand.
Unbroken.
Unshaken.

Keep rising.
Keep proclaiming.
Even on the days when your voice shakes,
the declaration doesn’t.

We stand in victory!
You stand in victory!

Forever sealed in His blood,
forever held in His hands.

Like A Rose Without Blooms by Debbie Harris

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The world seems not

the same when death

comes to someone we

loved! Like a rose

without blooms!

The Lord Reigneth by Debbie Harris

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The LORD reigneth, he is clothed with majesty; the LORD is clothed with strength, wherewith he hath girded himself: the world also is stablished, that it cannot be moved.
— Psalm 93:1 (KJV)

The Lord reigneth.
May this be
our incessant,
joyful,
victorious
anthem of praise!

Ode Against Every Work of Darkness: A Biblical Cry to Hate Evil, Expose the Darkness in Its Every Form—Lawlessness to Anti-Semitism, Greed to False Teaching—and Call Forth God’s Justice by Debbie Harris

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  • Psalm 97:10 — Ye that love the LORD, hate evil: he preserveth the souls of his saints; he delivereth them out of the hand of the wicked.
  • Proverbs 8:13 — The fear of the LORD is to hate evil: pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate.
  • Amos 5:15 — Hate the evil, and love the good, and establish judgment in the gate: it may be that the LORD God of hosts will be gracious unto the remnant of Joseph.
  • Romans 12:9 — Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good.

O ye who love the Lord with burning zeal,
Arise! The summons rings through shadowed hours;
The ancient serpent twists in barren wastes,
His poison seeps, his realm of thorns devours.

In Iran’s iron seat, where fear holds court,
Tyrants grind the humble under heel,
Mock the heavens with arrogant decree,
And loose their fury on the wound they deal.

Yet God hath sworn in covenant of fire:
The proud shall fall, the wicked find no rest;
His patient arm, though long restrained, shall rise,
To break the oppressor, lay the proud to dust.

Behold their fortresses in ruin cast,
Their captains silenced by the avenging stroke;
The vital waters tremble at His tread,
As justice marches, clad in righteous smoke.

Against all evil in its lawless stride,
Injustice reigning, immorality’s flood,
Base anger unchecked, false accusations multiplied,
Envy and greed that thirst for others’ blood;

Lust’s burning chain and love of power and gold,
Blasphemy that mocks the Name most high,
The rising tide of Satanism bold,
And doctrines dark that demons multiply;

We war against the prosperous false gospel’s lie,
That feeds on love of money’s cursed root,
Lukewarmness choking churches till they die,
And hearts grown cold to Scripture’s living truth.
Show no mercy to anti-Semitism’s stain,
That turns against the seed that God did bless—
We stand as one ‘gainst every form of shame,
And call the darkness into righteousness.

Then lift the ensign high, of truth and grace,
Of mercy joined to unrelenting might;
Though strife endure through many weary days,
The dawn will come, and darkness take its flight.

Rise up, O faithful, girded in His strength!
Confront the lie, proclaim the living Word;
Till every knee within that darkened land
Shall bow before the risen, sovereign Lord.

The Lord reigns; let the earth be glad with fear;
He guards His own, and scatters every foe.
His justice flows as rivers ever clear—
Glory to the Lamb, forevermore. Amen.

The Lord Reigneth: Let the Earth Rejoice in His Unshaken Throne by Debbie Harris

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(Inspired by Psalm 93:1–4; 97:1)

The Lord reigneth! Let storms rage on and roar,
The floods rise high with thunder in their might—
Their crashing waves pound loud upon the shore,
A wild and furious noise that shakes the night.

They lift their voice in chaos, fierce and deep,
The thunder of the waters fills the air,
Yet high above, where endless glories keep,
The Lord is stronger—calm beyond compare.

No roar of mighty seas can shake His throne,
No pounding waves can drown His holy word;
The noise that once would leave the heart alone
Grows still before the power of the Lord.

O weary soul, when troubles crash and cry,
When fears like breakers break upon your shore,
Lift up your voice and let this truth reply:
The Lord reigneth—peace forevermore!

Let earth be glad, let trembling hearts find song,
For He who rules is Love, forever true;
Amid the roar, His reign remains so strong—
Rejoice, be glad: the Lord reigneth in you!

The Great Cloud of Witnesses: A Heavenly Throng Encircling the Race of Faith by Debbie Harris

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Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,
Hebrews 12:1 (KJV)

Beneath the vault of heaven’s boundless dome,
Where silver stars in silent vigil gleam,
A mighty cloud of witnesses has come—
Not mist of earth, but souls in living dream.

They rise like dawn along the eastern rim,
Abel with lamb, his offering still bright;
Enoch, who walked with God and never dimmed,
Transported pure into eternal light.

Noah stands firm on waves that roared and broke,
His ark a cradle ‘mid the deluge’s roar;
Abraham lifts his gaze through fire and smoke,
Counting the stars that promise evermore.

Sarah laughs soft where barren years once reigned,
Her child a miracle in withered arms;
Moses ascends where Sinai’s thunder waned,
His face aglow with unconsuming charms.

Rahab’s scarlet cord gleams like a rose in flame,
A thread of mercy binding foe to friend;
The prophets, scarred yet singing God’s great name,
Their voices blend where earthly trails descend.

They throng the galleries of timeless air,
A vast assembly, radiant and vast—
Not spectators cold, but witnesses who share
The fire that kindles faith steadfast.

Surrounded thus, we shed our heavy chains,
The clinging sin, the weights that drag us low;
We loose the burdens born of doubt and pains,
And rise to run where living rivers flow.

The track lies clear, marked out by ancient grace,
Through shadowed vales and peaks of golden day;
With eyes on Him who fixed His gaze in place—
The cross’s shame, the joy that lights the way.

O cloud of glory, shimmering and near,
Your stories gleam like constellations wide;
We press on swift, for love has conquered fear,
And heaven’s chorus calls us to abide.

So run, beloved, with heart aflame and free,
Till we shall join that throng beyond the veil,
Where every witness bows in ecstasy
Before the Lamb who makes all sorrow pale.

Endless Treasures Hidden in Christ: In Whom Are All the Riches of Wisdom and Knowledge(Colossians 2:3) by Debbie Harris

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To Pep—
dear friend, fellow poet, and faithful disciple in Christ—
who once spoke these words in gentle counsel:
“Study Christ, for His treasures are endless.”
Your encouragement still points the way,
especially mine, as it kindled and shaped my own seeking heart. I will see you in Heaven!

Colossians 2:3 – in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.

In Christ the vaults stand open though concealed,
not barred to any heart that dares to seek,
but draped in gentle mystery, revealed
layer by layer where the humble speak.

All treasures of wisdom, old and ever-new,
rest hidden here—not strewn in fleeting dust
of mortal striving, nor in pages we pursue,
but gathered whole in Him, the living trust.

Knowledge glimmers like deep-buried gold,
untouched by years, unspent by passing days;
each truth a jewel that draws us from the cold
of self toward wonder, awe, and endless praise.

No doctorate can plumb these depths alone,
no counsel map the soul’s true remedy.
Study Christ—let every line be known
within His arms, where wisdom sets us free.

A gentle voice once spoke it clear and true:
His riches never fade, they multiply.
Turn here, O seeker, find forever new
the endless store that satisfies the cry.

For in Him hidden, yet unveiled to those
who knock, who seek, who rest before His face—
the treasures flow like rivers no one knows
until they drink, until their thirst finds grace.

The Precious Word of God: An Epic in Heroic Couplets on the Divine Allegories of Scripture by Debbie Harris

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O Holy Spirit, breathe upon my soul,
Inspire these lines to make Thy glories whole!
Open our eyes to see, our hearts to burn,
As once Thou didst when ancient prophets learned.

In countless forms Thy living Word appears,
More rich than treasures, brighter than the spheres.
First, living Bread from heaven’s table sent,
When man by earthly food alone is spent.
“Man shall not live by bread alone,” He cried,
But by each word from God’s own mouth supplied.
Thus souls are nourished where all else would fail,
And life eternal springs where death prevailed.

More precious Gold than Ophir’s hidden store,
Refined seven times, its purity evermore.
Like Silver tested in the furnace flame,
Its truth endures, untainted, without blame.
A hidden Treasure buried in the field,
For which the finder sells all else to yield;
With joy he purchases that matchless gain,
And heaven’s riches flood his heart again.

As Fire it burns with purifying blaze,
Consuming dross, yet kindling holy praise.
A Hammer mighty, breaking stubborn stone,
Shattering hearts where pride has claimed its throne.
Both fire and hammer from one source proceed—
The Word that wounds, yet heals the soul in need:
It crushes sin, then lights the inward flame—
O wondrous work of mercy and of claim!

Sweet Honey flows from out the Rock divine,
Sweeter than any comb where bees entwine.
No earthly sweetness matches such delight;
It cheers the weary, turns the dark to light.
A Lamp it shines to guide the pilgrim’s way,
A steady gleam through night’s most perilous fray;
“Thy word is a lamp unto my feet,” we sing,
A Light unto my path—O Light of kings!

Strong Meat it offers those mature in grace,
Who press beyond the cradle to the race.
Yet Milk it gives the newborn child of God,
Pure, gentle, growing faith where once we trod.
A Mirror true, no flattering lie it shows,
Revealing heart and conscience as it glows;
The one who looks and forgets his true face
Remains unchanged; the doer finds God’s grace.

As Medicine it heals the broken frame,
Life to the seeker, health to all who claim;
Its balm restores where sickness held its reign,
And makes the wounded spirit whole again.

As Seed it falls on every kind of ground—
By wayside, rocks, or thorns where weeds abound—
Yet in the good soil, fertile, deep, and true,
It springs to life, a hundred-fold anew.
Like Rain and Snow from heaven’s heights it falls,
Descending soft to answer heaven’s calls;
It waters earth, makes deserts bloom and sing,
Accomplishes God’s will in everything—
No empty return, but harvest rich and vast,
The Word that crowns the future and the past!

A Sword of the Spirit, two-edged, keen, and bright,
It pierces soul and spirit, wrong from right;
In warfare fierce against the powers of night,
The saint wields it—and claims the victor’s right!

And living Water, crystal, pure, and free,
It washes clean where guilt once stained the knee.
The Word as water sanctifies the bride,
No spot, no wrinkle left when once applied.

Thus every form Thy precious Word assumes:
Bread, gold, and silver; treasure, fire, and blooms
Of honey; lamp and light, and hammer’s claim;
Meat, milk, and mirror, medicine’s healing name;
Seed, rain, and snow, sword, water—rich and vast.
All meet in Thee—the soul redeemed at last.

O seeking soul, forsake the world’s poor gain!
Embrace this Word and never thirst again.
Let every image—feed, refine, reveal,
Heal, plant, and cleanse—Thy heart and mind anneal,
Till Christ alone is formed in thee complete,
And endless glory crowns the Word we meet!

Blessed Are They Which Do Hunger and Thirst After Righteousness II by Debbie Harris

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As the deer pants for the water-brooks so clear,
So pants the soul for God, the living Spring;
In dry and weary land, no water near,
It thirsts for righteousness, the heart’s true King.
Blessed are they who hunger, thirst, and seek,
For they shall be with satisfaction filled.

No bread of earth, no fleeting worldly store,
Can slake the famine deep within the breast;
But come to waters free, as prophets swore,
Buy wine and milk where God Himself is guest.
Seek first His kingdom, seek His righteousness,
And all these things shall unto you be pressed.

The soul, like cracked earth longing for the rain,
Cries out for purity that God bestows;
Not works of flesh, but faith’s redeeming gain—
Christ made our sin, that we His right might know.
The LORD our Righteousness, exalted high,
Imputes His robe where sinners once did lie.

Like manna fallen in the desert waste,
So falls His grace upon the humbled heart;
No striving self can frame what God has placed—
A gift of mercy, never to depart.
The soul ascends, in holy longing drawn,
To taste the fullness promised in His dawn.

O Lord, revive this thirst that never dies,
As streams in desert make the wasteland sing;
Till every chamber of the spirit lies
Flooded with righteousness the Savior brings.
Satisfied forever, blessed and whole,
The hungry soul beholds Thee face to face.

Let this desire increase through every trial,
As rivers join the sea in boundless flow;
Endless in Thee, where grace removes all guile,
The thirsting find their rest, their all, their know.
For they who hunger thus shall surely see
The promise kept: “They shall be filled with Me.”