Daily Archives: September 29, 2013

More And More Like Christ, Less And Less Like Carnal Self by Debbie Harris

29 Sunday Sep 2013

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More and more, let us be shaped,
By love divine, no bounds, no drape—
God’s grace, a torrent, wild and free,
Remolds the soul eternally.
Moment by moment, self retreats,
A fading echo, soft defeats—
Our gaze lifts high to Christ alone,
The King, the Light, the Cornerstone.
Strengthened deep by Three in One,
Father, Spirit, risen Son—
We rise triumphant, bold, renewed,
To love, to serve, with hearts imbued.
Grace flows outward, swift and sure,
Forgiving self, and more, the world—
Each day a step beyond the last,
A mercy wider, deeper cast.

When Christ Is The Author And Savior Of Our Lives by Debbie Harris

29 Sunday Sep 2013

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Our Savior crafts, with tender might,
New creatures bathed in endless light—
Forever sanctified, we stand,
Held fast within His wounded hand.
No beginning shines so fair,
No middle weaves such rare repair,
No end ascends with sweeter grace,
Than this—His cross-won, radiant trace.
Victorious, hope aflame, we rise,
Heaven-bound with lifted eyes—
An eternal triumph, divinely spun,
Through Christ, the Alpha, Victory won.
When Jesus Christ, exquisite King,
Pens our souls to soar and sing,
Our Savior reigns, both source and goal,
Of lives made new, forever whole.

No Matter What Happens In Life by Debbie Harris

29 Sunday Sep 2013

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No matter what storms may rise,
Through life’s wild and shifting skies,
God’s steady hand will bear you high,
A victor’s path where triumphs lie.

His ceaseless embrace enfolds,
A love that neither wanes nor folds,
Grace like rivers, deep and wide,
Truth to steer through every tide.

With every step, His strength sustains,
A triumph sung in joy’s refrains—
For God, unyielding, carries through,
His heart, your home, forever true.

In The Desert Places by Debbie Harris

29 Sunday Sep 2013

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In desert lands where weary hearts do roam,
The sands stretch wide, a barren, silent sea,
Yet there, beneath the vast and vaulted dome,
A whisper stirs of grace that sets us free.
From arid dust, a living stream ascends,
Its ceaseless tide through cracked earth gently weaves,
A river gleams where mortal hope depends,
Its currents sing through time’s unyielding eaves.
From throne on high, the King of Kings bestows,
A cascade bright with wonder, love, and peace,
Each droplet shines, a bloom that ever grows,
A waterfall of beauty without cease.
So in life’s waste, where shadows softly play,
His boundless flood turns night to endless day.