We Grieve Not as Others: A Song of Triumphant Hope by Debbie Harris

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When sorrow strikes like tempests fierce and wild,
And hearts lie wounded by the grave’s dark claim,
We lift our eyes beyond the mortal veil,
For Christ has triumphed—death is not the same.

Precious in His sight is the death of His saints—
Not lost in shadow, but in glory crowned;
The Father calls them home where joy awaits,
And heaven’s courts with resurrection sound.

We grieve, yet not as others grieve who mourn
Without the victory that Christ has won;
For death is swallowed up in life reborn,
The sting removed— the battle fought and won.

The Shepherd leads through valleys deep and long,
His rod and staff a banner raised on high;
He turns our mourning to a victor’s song,
And wipes each tear beneath the open sky.

Though winter’s frost may bind the heart in gray,
The seed of faith lies buried but alive;
In blazing dawn of resurrection’s day,
What death once claimed shall in His glory thrive.

No more the parting, no the final breath—
The grave is conquered by the risen King!
The Lamb is Light, and life has conquered death;
In golden streets the saints forever sing.

Lift up your head, O mourner, bold and free—
Hope is no fragile reed but anchor strong;
What earth has lost, eternity shall see
Restored in triumph with the heav’nly throng.

The Comforter descends with power divine,
And in the hush the Father’s victory rings;
For joy erupts where once the sorrows pine—
Beloved, rise! The risen Savior brings.

Rest not in darkness—claim the victor’s crown;
The veil shall rend, and eyes shall clearly see.
Precious the saint now safe in glory’s dawn—
We grieve with hope, for victory is ours in Thee.

Jesus Christ, the Living Light That Transforms the Soul by Debbie Harris

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As the world grows darker still,
thread by thread the shadows weave,
yet Christ the Light of all the world
shines steady, pure, and unconquered.

No eclipse can quench His glow,
no tempest drown His gentle call;
He splits the night with mercy’s dawn
and lifts the weary, one and all.

Where fear would dim the human heart,
His radiance finds the hidden seam—
a single spark of holy flame
that turns the darkness into dawn.

When humble repentance whispers low
and faith unbars the iron door,
salvation pours like golden dawn
across the soul’s storm-battered shore.
The heart once cloaked in midnight’s shroud
now burns with heaven’s living fire—
a fountain of eternal water
where hope becomes not self, but Christ —
His glory shining in the Cross.
In Jesus’ gaze, the eyes of grace
transform each view from dread to gold;
what once seemed loss now blooms in grace,
and every pathway leads toward home.

So let the gloom do what it will,
the Light has already overcome;
in Him we rise, in Him we stand,
till every knee and shadow bows to Him.

From Drudgery to Divine Soar: How Declaring a Task for the Glory of Our Savior Grants Heavenly Wings Before the Work Begins by Debbie Harris

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A task becomes a privilege
when, before the labor starts,
the heart declares with lifted voice
for the glory of our Savior!

No longer drudgery’s cold chain,
no longer burden’s heavy stone—
the soul is clothed in Heaven’s flame
and every step is winged, alone.

What once was toil in mortal dust
now sings as incense to the skies;
the hands that work, the feet that trust,
are carried upward where grace flies.

So let the morning’s first true word
be praise that turns the yoke to gold:
“For the glory of our Savior, Lord!”—
and earthly labor turns to soul.

Heavenly wings unfold in light;
the task, once small, grows vast with love.
What mortal eyes see only night
the Spirit sees as courts above.

Declare it boldly, child of grace—
before the hammer, brush, or pen—
and watch the ordinary place
become the very throne room then.

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.