There is no better
living hymn of
praise than a
soul who has
been redeemed!
A Living Hymn Of Praise by Debbie Harris
22 Saturday Feb 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
Daily Archives: February 22, 2025
Heirs Of The King Eternal by Debbie Harris
22 Saturday Feb 2025
We bear the crown of heaven’s royal line,
Sons and daughters of the King of Kings,
His grace anoints us, boundless and divine.
Through shadowed vales, His light will always shine,
A heritage no earthly power brings,
We bear the crown of heaven’s royal line.
Our birthright calls where mortal threads entwine,
Beneath the Lord of Lords, our spirit sings,
His grace anoints us, boundless and divine.
No scepter falls, no kingdom’s fall malign,
For in His courts, eternity takes wings,
We bear the crown of heaven’s royal line.
The world may fade, its treasures all resign,
Yet still we rise on everlasting springs,
His grace anoints us, boundless and divine.
So let us stand, our souls to Him align,
Heirs to the throne where love forever clings,
We bear the crown of heaven’s royal line,
His grace anoints us, boundless and divine.
How Faith Commands the Mountain’s Fall by Debbie Harris
22 Saturday Feb 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
Through valleys deep where shadows cling and stay,
A mountain looms, its peak a daunting sight,
Its granite heart defies the sun’s warm rays,
A testament to nature’s boundless might.
Yet faith, a whisper-soft, begins to stir,
A seed of trust within the soul takes root,
It speaks to stone, unyielding as it were,
And bids the crags dissolve beneath its suit.
No hammer falls, no chisel carves the way,
But belief alone unwinds the ancient hold,
The ridge retreats, the summit fades to gray,
A miracle in quiet strength retold.
So faith, with gentle force, remakes the land,
And moves the world with an unseen hand.
The Carpenter’s Hands in Dust and Divinity by Debbie Harris
22 Saturday Feb 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
His hands, sun-scorched, grip cedar’s knotted grain,
Splinters pierce skin, blood beads like ruby dew,
The chisel bites, wood curls in fragrant pain,
A rough-hewn plank bends sleek beneath his hew.
Sawdust swirls gold in shafts of molten light,
Sweat stings his brow, a salty river flows,
The mallet thuds, a pulse through Galilee’s night,
Olive wood glows, its amber heart exposed.
A table gleams, its edges sharp with fire,
A yoke takes shape, smoothed soft as whispered breath,
Through dust and din, his craft lifts toil higher,
Foreshadowing his victory over death.
In every groove, the carpenter’s hands sing,
A maker’s love carved deep in every ring.
Through the Eyes of Beasts on That Holy Night by Debbie Harris
22 Saturday Feb 2025
The ox with steaming breath stood still that night,
The donkey’s ears twitched soft beneath the stars,
A lamb pressed close, all wool and warmth alight,
While straw-strewn air held peace that healed old scars.
They sensed no king, no crown, no throne to see,
Just quiet life, a babe in manger laid,
Their simple eyes caught hints of mystery,
A glow that made the cold and dark afraid.
The rooster hushed his cry till dawn awoke,
The mice crept near, their tiny hearts astir,
Each beast felt time itself bend soft and broke,
A moment vast, though wrapped in flesh and fur.
From stall to sky, they shared a wordless hymn,
The world reborn with them, and him, and him.
Love Flows, Grace Heals, Mercy’s Might, A New Creature Springs to Light by Debbie Harris
22 Saturday Feb 2025
When sin’s fierce sting convicts a heart to rend,
A captive bound by guilt’s unyielding chain,
A soul then seeks what grace alone can mend,
Nor dreams a soul can rise from death’s domain.
But Christ, with love that pierces mortal stain,
Does call a name and bid a spirit wake,
A miracle through blood and mercy’s reign,
To cast off self and new creation take.
No longer bound, but life within remakes,
A creature born anew, by faith arrayed,
Through cross and tomb, the old life love forsakes,
In this all guilt and shame forever fade.
So wondrous is this change by heaven sent,
A soul reborn, in love forever bent.
A Babe, A Prophet, A Redeemer, A King by Debbie Harris
22 Saturday Feb 2025
A babe was born beneath a quiet sky,
So small, so frail, in swaddling gently laid,
A son of man, yet heaven’s own reply,
In whom the ancient promises were paid.
A redeemer sent, though kings knew not his face,
He came to break the chains of sin’s dark reign,
Foretold by seers through time’s unyielding space,
A light to heal the world’s unyielding pain.
The scrolls of old had whispered of this day,
When God would dwell with mortals here below,
A child to lead the lost and show the way,
Through sacrifice, redemption’s seed to sow.
Fulfilled, the word of prophets brightly rings,
A babe, a son—our hope, our King of kings.
When Heaven Watched the Savior’s Birth Unfold in Glory Bright and Bold by Debbie Harris
22 Saturday Feb 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
When heaven gazed upon the earth below,
A star awoke to light the midnight air,
A babe was born where silent winds did blow,
In Bethlehem, so humble, yet so fair.
The angels sang with joy beyond compare,
Their voices rang through realms of endless skies,
A Savior come, a child of grace so rare,
In manger laid, beneath celestial eyes.
The firmament, with wonder, did arise,
To see the Word made flesh in infant frame,
A king disguised in meekness, small in size,
Yet destined to redeem and bear our shame.
So heaven smiled, its glory softly spilled,
A babe, a Son, with love the world fulfilled.
The Grave and Dangerous Practice of Women Pastors Usurping Sacred Authority by Debbie Harris
22 Saturday Feb 2025
When sacred order bends to fleeting whim,
And women seize the shepherd’s holy rod,
The flock, confused, strays far from Heaven’s hymn,
Their path obscured by mists that cloak their God.
The Word, eternal, carved in timeless stone,
Appoints the man to guard the altar’s flame,
Yet pride usurps what Scripture calls its own,
And builds a throne where folly stakes its claim.
The pulpit shakes, its roots begin to tear,
When gentle voice pretends to wield the sword,
For chaos reigns where truth should rightly bear,
And shepherds falter, lost to Christ the Lord.
So grave the sin, so dire the cost we see,
When God’s design bows to humanity.
Hymn Of Praise: For All Christ Has Done by Debbie Harris
22 Saturday Feb 2025
O Savior dear, we lift our voice,
In humble thanks, our hearts rejoice,
For all Thy love hath freely giv’n,
The path to grace, the hope of heav’n.
Upon the cross, Thy blood was shed,
For sinners lost, Thy life was led,
The chains of sin Thou broke apart,
And mended every wayward heart.
Triumphant rose the Son of Man,
Fulfilled the Father’s holy plan,
Death’s sting is gone, the grave undone,
Through Christ, eternal life is won.
All praise to Thee, our King divine,
Thy mercy flows, Thy glories shine,
Forevermore we’ll sing Thy name,
For all Thou hast done, we proclaim!
Passionately Pursuing Christ 