Nothing Is Ever Too Impossible For Our God by Debbie Harris

22 Sunday Sep 2013

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry

No deed too vast, no dream too wild to dare,
For Yahweh’s might knows neither bound nor chain,
His power flows through every whispered prayer,
To rend the impossible in twain.
Live bold, expect the wonders He can weave,
Dream large, as large as God Himself decrees,
From bended knees, His faithful heart believes,
And mountains bow to faith’s unshaken pleas.
No “nothing” stands beyond His sovereign hand,
He fills our souls with trust that towers high,
A force to shift the rock, to flood the land,
A spark that lights the dark of doubt’s reply.
Our Yahweh reigns, all limits cast aside,
In Him, our grandest hopes forever bide.

In Christ, There Is Always Hope, Love, Mercy , And Forgiveness by Debbie Harris

22 Sunday Sep 2013

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In Christ, a hope unfurls, forever bright,
No shame attends, no condemnation clings,
His mercy flows, a stream of pure delight,
Love lifts us high on redemptive wings.
Forgiveness reigns, abundant, free, and vast,
A fragrant life, by cross and blood remade,
New creatures rise, old shadows overcast,
As royal heirs, in glory’s light arrayed.
Joint heirs with Him, our Savior’s boundless grace,
We share the wealth of triune majesty,
His lavish pardon gilds our humble place,
A joyful bloom of life’s eternity.
In Him, unfathomed beauty ever dwells,
Our hearts, His throne, where greatness still excels.

The Incomparable Joy Of Being Children Of The Great I Am! by Debbie Harris

22 Sunday Sep 2013

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A sinner I, by grace alone redeemed,
No more, no less, in humble dust I stand,
Yet in Christ’s light, far greater truth is deemed,
His boundless love unveils a higher plan.
Joint heirs with Him, we rise from lowly state,
Soldiers of cross, we march with Lamb in view,
Perfected saints, His joy our hearts inflate,
Delighted in by I Am, ever true.
Through trials borne, our spirits boldly sing,
His grace transforms the least to royal kin,
A crown awaits where heaven’s echoes ring,
The supper calls, breathtaking love within.
From dust to glory, faith has set us free,
In Christ, we reign for all eternity.

Through The Power Of Jesus Christ, Our Focus Can Be On Christ Alone by Debbie Harris

22 Sunday Sep 2013

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Gloriously free, by Spirit’s holy flame,
We cast our gaze on Christ, and Christ alone,
No chain endures, no shadow stakes its claim,
His power rends the veil, our hearts His throne.
Within, without, our focus pure aligns,
The Spirit moves, a wind of sacred might,
All else fades dim beneath His grand designs,
In Him we stand, bathed full in boundless light.
No earthly pull can bind what He sets free,
Our souls arise, unshackled, bold, and whole,
Through grace divine, we taste eternity,
His presence reigns where once was frail control.
In Christ alone, our liberty is sown,
A glorious dawn, forever His own.

Beholding His Glory, Living For His Glory, And Living In The Glory Of Our God by Debbie Harris

22 Sunday Sep 2013

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To dwell within alone, we must not strive,
Nor gaze without and miss the soul’s deep call,
But seek His glory, where true life arrives,
Proclaim His love that rescues one and all.
A story vast, eternal, wrought in grace,
Unfolds through time, redemption’s tender thread,
Each sinner saved, restored to see His face,
By mercy’s hand from death to life is led.
Not inward bound, nor outward lost to roam,
Our purpose sings in Christ’s amazing light,
His beauty heals, His grace our truest home,
A tale to tell through day and darkest night.
In Him we stand, His glory to adore,
Saved by His love, exalted evermore.

Loving Others With Great Dignity And Quiet Grace by Debbie Harris

22 Sunday Sep 2013

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If I must sound a trumpet’s brash refrain,
Each time a kindness flows from hand to heart,
Does not this clamor steal, in prideful gain,
The dignity that mercy should impart?
A needy soul, so precious in His sight,
Deserves no fanfare’s glare to mark their need,
For self-proclaimed deeds dim the heaven’s light,
And mock the grace in secret we should feed.
The Lord alone should see the quiet gift,
His criteria, a whisper, not a roar,
In stillness, love ascends to gently lift,
The broken high, their worth to full restore.
True triumph lies in shadows humbly cast,
Where Christ’s own heart rewards what pride outlasts.