Daily Archives: February 21, 2025

Sonnet: The Angel’s Charge by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways.

Psalm 91:11


For He, the Lord of heavens high and vast,
Commands His angels, radiant and fleet,
To shield thy steps where mortal paths are cast,
And guard thy soul through storm and calm replete.

Wherever thou dost wander, near or far,
Their wings unseen enfold thee in their care,
A silent host beneath the morning star,
To lift thee up from peril’s hidden snare.

No shadow deep, no arrow swift by day,
Shall pierce the armor of their holy might,
For in His will they watch, they guide, they stay,
A fortress wrought of everlasting light.

So tread thy road with heart both bold and free,
His messengers of grace abide with thee.

The Tragic Fall Of Sanctity In The Blessed Church by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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A whispering fiend, with malice soft and sly,
Unravels threads of faith once tightly spun,
Its shadowed claws beneath a starless sky,
Deface the vows to which our souls had clung.

The altar cracks, where once the light was sown,
By demon hands that mock the holy writ,
A chilling wind through sacred halls has blown,
And left the heart of man in gloom to sit.

The hymns grow faint, their echoes torn apart,
As doubt, a serpent, coils within the mind,
Yet still some embers glow within the heart,
A spark divine no darkness can unbind.

Though faith’s grand tower quakes and demons leer,
The soul’s deep root defies their reign of fear.

The Fall Of Sacred Pillars by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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A whispering fiend, with malice soft and sly,
Unravels threads of faith once tightly spun,
Its shadowed claws beneath a starless sky,
Deface the vows to which our souls had clung.

The altar cracks, where once the light was sown,
By demon hands that mock the holy writ,
A chilling wind through sacred halls has blown,
And left the heart of man in gloom to sit.

The hymns grow faint, their echoes torn apart,
As doubt, a serpent, coils within the mind,
Yet still some embers glow within the heart,
A spark divine no darkness can unbind.

Though faith’s grand tower quakes and demons leer,
The soul’s deep root defies their reign of fear.

The Majestic Indwelling Of Jesus Christ Within by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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Greater is He who reigns in me,
Than all the powers of earth and sea.
A King enthroned in boundless might,
His glory blazes through endless night.

The world’s vast tempests howl and vie,
Its thrones of shadow stretch to the sky,
Yet falter ‘neath His sovereign gaze,
A radiance fierce, an eternal blaze.

Mountains tremble, oceans bow,
Before the strength I bear even now.
For He within, majestic, grand,
Holds dominion o’er every land.

The Seven Lamps Of Revelation by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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Amid the visions borne of heaven’s flame,
Seven candles gleam in sacred line,
To Ephesus, thy love did once proclaim,
Yet now thy heart forsakes its first design.

Smyrna knows the weight of martyr’s crown,
While Pergamos with falsehoods dares to stray,
Thyatira’s vice pulls virtue down,
But Sardis sleeps, a watchman gone astray.

Philadelphia, steadfast, holds the key,
A door unbarred by mortal hands to claim,
Laodicea’s wealth blinds eyes to see,
Lukewarm, they spurn the Spirit’s holy flame.

To all, the call resounds through time’s great span:
Repent, endure—behold, the Son of Man.

Israel’s Sacred Glory: The Precious State Of Israel By Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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Beneath the sun where ancient rivers flow,
A land of milk and honey softly gleams,
Through time’s deep vale, where prophets’ voices grow,
A precious state awakes from sacred dreams.

Her hills stand firm, with olive branches crowned,
Her cities hum with life, both old and new,
In desert sands, a nation’s heart is found,
Where skies of azure bless the chosen few.

Though storms may rage and shadows seek to fall,
Her spirit shines, unyielding, bright, and free,
A beacon built by hands both great and small,
Enduring still through all eternity.

So let us sing of Israel’s tender grace,
A jewel of hope in time and boundless space.

The Unseen Journey: From Hearing to Doing by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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A whisper curls through morning’s fragile veil,
The Word unfurls, a flame no winds assail,
Yet ears alone, entranced, may weave a tale—
A shroud of self, where truth begins to fail.

For hearers stand before a glassy stream,
Their faces caught in ripples soft and still,
A fleeting gaze, a shadow’s idle dream—
They turn, and lose the visage of their will.

Like men who see, yet blindly walk astray,
Forgetting forms the mirror once confessed,
They drift through mists of unremembered day,
Deceived by hearts that cradle sweet unrest.

But doers rise, their souls a tempered blade,
No echoes hoard their zeal in hollow caves,
With hands they rend the veil that hearing made,
And build where stagnant spirits dig their graves.

The earth responds—the mountains bow, the seas,
A symphony of stone and tide awake,
Each deed a note, each step a bold decree,
The Word alive in all they undertake.

Through storm and flame, their vision holds its gleam,
No glass can dim the fire that they bear,
A cathedral soars where once was but a beam—
Its spires pierce the sky with answered prayer.

So let the heavens roar, the stars align,
A crescendo vast, where faith and act entwine,
For those who forge the Word in life’s design,
Eternal light through mortal hands shall shine.

The Forge Of Deeds by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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Beneath the vaulted sky, a whisper hums,
A silver thread of dawn through shadows spun,
The Word ignites—alive, a embered drum,
And bids the soul to rise, to chase the sun.

Not ears alone shall cradle sacred sound,
Nor hearts grow fat on echoes richly sown,
For truth, a seed, lies dormant in the ground—
Unplowed, unworked, its bloom remains unknown.

Behold the hands, those heralds of the will,
That carve the stone and bend the iron’s frame,
They dance with dust upon the windswept hill,
And etch in flesh what tongues alone proclaim.

The river roars, a mirror to the call,
Its currents cleave the earth in ceaseless might,
So too the doer heeds, forsakes the stall,
And wields the day against the shroud of night.

Through tempest’s howl, through flame’s unyielding stare,
The Word takes root in sinew, sweat, and stride,
A cathedral grows where once stood empty air—
Its spires ascend where faith and act collide.

No longer bound to benches carved of pine,
Nor lulled by hymns that drift on idle breath,
The soul unfurls, a banner made divine,
A living creed that triumphs over death.

So let the chorus swell, the heavens rend,
A crescendo vast, of purpose fiercely free,
For those who do, the stars themselves descend,
To crown their works with light eternally.

Sonnet Of The Trumpet’s Call: The Rapture by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words.

I Thessalonians 4: 13-18 (KJV)

Let not your hearts be shadowed by despair,
O brethren, for the ones who sleep in peace,
Their silence holds a promise, pure and fair—
Through Christ, their souls shall find a sweet release.

For as He died and rose, defying death,
So too shall those who rest in Him arise,
When heaven splits with shout and holy breath,
The archangel’s voice shall pierce the skies.

A trumpet sounds, the Lord descends in might,
The dead in Christ shall first ascend on high,
Then we, still clad in mortal day and night,
Shall join them in the clouds, no more to sigh.

Eternal with our Lord, in air we’ll stand,
A hope unshaken, held by His command.

Sonnet : The Gospel’s Power by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek.

Romans 1:16 (KJV)

I stand unashamed beneath the sacred word,
The gospel of my Lord, my heart’s delight,
A power divine, by mortal ears unheard,
That breaks the dark with beams of holy light.
To Jew it came, the firstborn of God’s grace,
A promise kept through ages long foretold,
Then to the Greek, to every seeking face,
A salvation vast, for timid and for bold.
No chains can bind this truth that sets us free,
No shadow dim its everlasting flame,
For in its call, the soul finds liberty,
And sings with joy the Savior’s blessed name.
So let me proclaim, with neither fear nor shame,
The gospel’s might, eternal and the same.