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Christ Over Humanism and Every Ism: A Sonnet Series by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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Christ Over Humanism and Every Ism: A Sonnet Series is a collection of twelve Shakespearean sonnets, each a resolute declaration of Christ’s supremacy over ideologies that oppose biblical truth. Written in iambic pentameter with an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme, the series confronts a dozen “isms” with poetic fervor, exalting Jesus as the ultimate authority. Sonnet I: Against Humanism begins by rejecting man’s prideful self-rule, followed by Sonnet II: Against Progressivism upholding scripture over shifting morals, Sonnet III: Against Socialism defending individual freedom, and Sonnet IV: Against Marxism choosing peace over class strife. Sonnet V: Against Communism defies godless tyranny, while Sonnet VI: Against Materialism seeks eternal riches, Sonnet VII: Against Secularism resists faith’s silencing, and Sonnet VIII: Against Relativism anchors truth in Christ. Sonnet IX: Against Atheism affirms God’s presence, Sonnet X: Against Liberalism rejects unbound liberty, and Sonnet XI: Against Satanism overcomes darkness with light, culminating in Sonnet XII: Christ Triumphant, where all isms fall before His throne. Each sonnet shifts at the volta from worldly error to divine victory, concluding with a couplet proclaiming Christ’s reign, together forming a poetic testament to His sovereignty over every human creed.

Sonnet I: Against Humanism
The humanist exalts his mortal throne,
“Man is the measure,” cries his proud decree,
Yet flesh alone shall crumble, dust and bone,
For Christ my King holds all eternity.
They laud their wit, their reason’s fleeting reign,
No God above, they claim their minds suffice,
But wisdom fades, their boasts a hollow strain,
A royal truth their folly can’t entice.
The world may bow to self in fleeting gleam,
But I reject this creed of hollow pride,
Through man’s vain tower, His light shall reign supreme,
An heir to grace where human hopes subside.
So here I stand, His word my steady guide,
Christ over all, no ism shall abide.

Sonnet II: Against Progressivism
The progressive shifts with every fleeting wind,
“Truth bends to time,” their fluid anthem sings,
Yet scripture stands, unyielding to their bend,
For Christ my Rock defies their wandering springs.
They cast old ways, “The past must be outgrown,”
Morals remade, their compass ever turns,
But God’s own law in stone is firmly sown,
A royal code their progress never earns.
The world may cheer this march of shifting sand,
But I hold fast, His word my fixed delight,
Through tides of change, His truth shall ever stand,
An heir to grace amidst their endless flight.
So here I root, my faith shall not be swayed,
Christ over all, His statutes I’ve obeyed.

Sonnet III: Against Socialism
The socialist binds all to state’s embrace,
“Thy good is ours,” their collective voice demands,
Yet freedom bows, ensnared in forced grace,
For Christ my Lord calls souls, not earthly hands.
They seize the fruit, “No man shall rise alone,”
Their yoke a chain, disguised as common care,
But God’s own gift is mine to call my own,
A royal path their system cannot share.
The world may laud this net of equal claim,
But I resist, my soul to Him belongs,
Through leveled fields, His name I still proclaim,
An heir to grace above their binding wrongs.
So here I stand, my liberty secure,
Christ over all, His freedom shall endure.

Sonnet IV: Against Marxism
The Marxist stirs with class a bitter war,
“Thy wealth condemns,” their battle cry resounds,
Yet hate divides where peace should reign the more,
For Christ my Prince brings concord that confounds.
They topple thrones, “The worker shall arise,”
Their rage a flood, no mercy in their creed,
But love, not strife, is heaven’s grand surprise,
A royal balm for every human need.
The world may clash in factions torn apart,
But I, in faith, seek unity divine,
Through conflict’s din, His peace shall rule my heart,
An heir to grace where all His children shine.
So here I dwell, His kingdom my desire,
Christ over all, no class shall quench His fire.

Sonnet V: Against Communism
The communist decrees a godless state,
“All bow to us,” their iron edict falls,
Yet souls unclaimed shall seek a higher fate,
For Christ my King o’er every power calls.
They strip the faith, “No Lord shall rule but man,”
Their chains erase the hope of heaven’s shore,
But in my breast, His promise still shall span,
A royal truth no tyrant can ignore.
The world may bend beneath their crimson sway,
But I defy, my spirit ever free,
Through darkened rule, His light shall lead my way,
An heir to grace beyond their stern decree.
So here I rise, His name my endless plea,
Christ over all, His reign eternity.

Sonnet VI: Against Materialism
The materialist craves the fleeting gold,
“Thy worth is here,” their shallow anthem cries,
Yet rust consumes what hands so dearly hold,
For Christ my Wealth in endless glory lies.
They chase the shine, their hearts a hollow shell,
No thought of soul, just treasures of the dust,
But I seek gems no market can compel,
A royal store in Him I place my trust.
The world may heap its riches high and grand,
But I renounce, my joy in Him complete,
Through fleeting gain, His riches shall expand,
An heir to grace where earth and heaven meet.
So here I stand, my treasure found above,
Christ over all, my everlasting love.

Sonnet VII: Against Secularism
The secular bans faith from public square,
“No God in sight,” their cold command decrees,
Yet truth suppressed shall rise through fervent prayer,
For Christ my Lord reigns o’er their stern appease.
They build a wall, “Thy creed must stay confined,”
Their halls a void where sacred echoes fade,
But in my soul, His voice shall not be blind,
A royal call their silence can’t degrade.
The world may hush the gospel’s holy strain,
But I resist, my faith shall not be stilled,
Through muted days, His name shall still remain,
An heir to grace their bounds have never filled.
So here I speak, His word my bold refrain,
Christ over all, no ban shall Him constrain.

Sonnet VIII: Against Relativism
The relativist claims all truths align,
“No right, no wrong,” their fluid chorus flows,
Yet shifting sand shall crumble by design,
For Christ my Truth in steadfast glory grows.
They twist the word, “Each man his own to choose,”
No anchor holds, their doctrine drifts astray,
But God’s own law no mortal can refuse,
A royal rock where lies shall fade away.
The world may drift in doubt’s unmoored embrace,
But I stand firm, His writ my steady guide,
Through vague belief, His light shall hold its place,
An heir to grace where absolutes abide.
So here I root, my faith shall not be tossed,
Christ over all, no truth in Him is lost.

Sonnet IX: Against Atheism
The atheist denies with darkened eye,
“No God exists,” their hollow boast resounds,
Yet skies proclaim what hearts cannot deny,
For Christ my Life in every breath abounds.
They cling to chance, “The world is but a fluke,”
Their void a cage, no purpose to be seen,
But I behold His hand in all I look,
A royal mark where chaos never gleans.
The world may scoff, their faith in nothing sure,
But I affirm, His presence ever near,
Through blind dissent, His truth shall still endure,
An heir to grace beyond their fleeting fear.
So here I stand, my soul in Him awake,
Christ over all, no doubt His reign shall shake.

Sonnet X: Against Liberalism
The liberal cries, “My will shall set me free,”
No law divine, their liberty’s the prize,
Yet unbound choice breeds chaos none foresee,
For Christ my King alone makes mortals wise.
They shun restraint, “Each soul its own to steer,”
Their freedom bends to whims of fleeting day,
But scripture holds a yoke both firm and clear,
A royal path their wandering can’t sway.
The world may cheer this liberty unbound,
But I resist, my heart to Him confined,
Through reckless rights, His truth shall still be found,
An heir to grace where selfish creeds unwind.
So here I stand, His reign my soul’s delight,
Christ over all, His rule my guiding light.

Sonnet XI: Against Satanism
The satanist exalts the shadowed foe,
“To dark we bow,” their chilling anthem rings,
Yet hell’s deceit shall reap what it does sow,
For Christ my Lord o’er every evil springs.
They dance with lies, “The serpent’s path is true,”
Their rites a snare, rebellion’s bitter fruit,
But light prevails, His cross shall pierce it through,
A royal might no demon can dispute.
The world may heed their whisper’s twisted call,
But I renounce, my soul in Him secure,
Through occult veils, His name shall conquer all,
An heir to grace where darkness can’t endure.
So here I rise, His power my refrain,
Christ over all, no evil shall remain.

Sonnet XII: Christ Triumphant
The isms clash, their voices fill the fray,
Yet each shall bow before His sovereign throne,
I lift my praise, no creed can dim His day,
For Christ my King shall reign o’er all alone.
From man’s proud boast to Satan’s dark array,
Their towers fall, by His own might undone,
All worldly dreams in dust shall fade away,
A royal crown where every fight is won.
The world may cling to shadows brief and frail,
But I rejoice, His victory supreme,
Through every ism’s dusk, His light prevail,
An heir to joy in His eternal gleam.
So here I sing, my soul forever free,
Christ over all, my endless jubilee.

To the Christ-Centered Poet All Creation Sings in Verse by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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The world’s a scroll where verses softly play,
Each dawn a line, His breath in every scene,
My poet’s heart with scripture’s pulse shall sway,
For Christ my theme in all that I’ve foreseen.
The stars align, their rhythm lights my way,
A stanza vast, His word my soul’s serene,
Two threads entwine—my craft, His truth’s array,
A royal weave where faith has ever been.
The brook’s soft song, a quatrain of His grace,
The cross a rhyme that steadies all my days,
Each note I pen, His gospel finds its place,
Through life’s refrain, my spirit lifts in praise.
So all I see in verse shall ever blend,
Christ’s sacred lines my poetry transcend.

Everything A Verse by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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The world unfolds in stanzas soft and grand,
A poet’s eye sees meter in the breeze,
The rain a rhyme, the earth a measured band,
Each leaf a line that whispers through the trees.
The sun ascends, its rhythm warms the land,
A quatrain glows where shadows find their ease,
In every breath, a poem’s pulse is planned,
A muse eternal, boundless as the seas.
The mundane hums with beauty’s hidden art,
A child’s laugh weaves a couplet pure and free,
The night descends, a sonnet’s quiet start,
Through joy and pain, the verse shall ever be.
To poets true, all life’s a sacred frame,
Each moment sings in Christ’s immortal name.

Crowns Of The Persecuted: Sonnets Of Christ’s Faithful by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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Crowns of the Persecuted: Sonnets of Christ’s Faithful is a collection of ten Shakespearean sonnets, each a stirring tribute to Christians enduring persecution for their unwavering faith in Jesus Christ. Crafted in iambic pentameter with an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme, the series portrays royal souls—redeemed by grace—bearing their trials as crowns of glory in a hostile world. Sonnet I: The Prisoner opens with a believer praising from a cell, followed by Sonnet II: The Exile finding refuge in banishment, Sonnet III: The Martyr facing death with courage, and Sonnet IV: The Silent praying in secret amid fear. Sonnet V: The Betrayed stands firm despite kin’s rejection, while Sonnet VI: The Wanderer flees persecution with divine strength, and Sonnet VII: The Scorned rises above mockery. Sonnet VIII: The Child endures youthful trials with bold faith, Sonnet IX: The Convert embraces Christ amid old ties’ wrath, and Sonnet X: The Survivor bears scars as a testament to resilience. Each sonnet shifts at the volta from earthly suffering to inner triumph, concluding with a couplet affirming Christ’s sustaining love, together weaving a poetic tapestry of faithfulness under fire.

Sonnet I: The Prisoner
The cell is cold, its iron bites my frame,
A world’s rebuke for faith I’ll not deny,
Yet in these bonds, I sing my Savior’s name,
For Christ my King shall lift my spirit high.
The jailer’s scorn, the chains that weigh me down,
They bid me bow, “Renounce thy foolish creed,”
But in my heart, a royal peace I’ve found,
A crown unseen where mortal hopes recede.
The dark may press, its shadows thick and grim,
But I, a prisoner, wear His light within,
Through bars and stone, His love shall never dim,
An heir unbroken where the lost begin.
So here I wait, my soul in fetters free,
My Savior’s grace my endless jubilee.

Sonnet II: The Exile
The land I loved now spurns my faithful tread,
A banished soul for Christ I’ve dared to claim,
Through foreign dust, my path by grace is led,
His holy name my refuge and my flame.
They cast me out, “Thy God we’ll not abide,”
Their gates are shut, their hearth no more my own,
Yet in my flight, His presence shall reside,
A royal home where earthly ties have flown.
The world may see a wanderer forlorn,
But I, an exile, bear His boundless care,
Through wilderness, His strength shall still be worn,
An heir upheld where none but He would dare.
So on I roam, my heart a steadfast song,
My Savior’s love my shelter all along.

Sonnet III: The Martyr
The pyre awaits, its flames a cruel decree,
A world’s fierce hate for faith I’ll not forsake,
Yet in this hour, my soul shall rise to Thee,
For Christ my King, my life I gladly stake.
They shout their wrath, “Thy Lord shall save thee not,”
The crowd’s disdain a tempest round me swirls,
But in my breast, a peace their rage forgot,
A royal joy beyond these fleeting whirls.
The fire may leap, its heat my flesh consume,
But I, a martyr, see His face divine,
Through death’s dark veil, His light shall still resume,
An heir triumphant in His grand design.
So here I stand, my end a sacred start,
My Savior’s arms my everlasting part.

Sonnet IV: The Silent
The night is still, my voice by fear restrained,
A world’s reproach bids faith to hide its gleam,
Yet in my hush, I call my Savior’s name,
For Christ sustains the prayers I dare not scream.
They watch with eyes that judge my every deed,
“Thy God,” they warn, “brings peril to thy door,”
But in my soul, His whispers plant the seed,
A royal trust no silence can ignore.
The bold may fall, their cries a fleeting sound,
But I, the silent, hold His truth within,
Through muted days, His grace shall still abound,
An heir unseen where courage must begin.
So quiet still, I kneel in secret might,
My Savior’s peace my lantern in the night.

Sonnet V: The Betrayed
My kin turn cold, their love a faded spark,
A world’s disdain for faith they now embrace,
Yet in their scorn, I cling to Thee, my ark,
For Christ my King restores my heart with grace.
They curse my choice, “Thy God has torn us wide,”
Their voices sting, once tender, now severe,
But in my loss, His mercy shall abide,
A royal bond no treachery can shear.
The world may cheer when family casts me low,
But I, betrayed, find strength in Him alone,
Through broken ties, His love shall ever flow,
An heir upheld where human hearts have flown.
So here I stand, forsaken yet renewed,
My Savior’s care my soul has ever viewed.

Sonnet VI: The Wanderer
The road is long, my flight from hate begun,
A world’s pursuit for faith I’ll not disown,
Through shadowed vales, I seek the Holy One,
For Christ my King my refuge has been sown.
They hunt my steps, “Thy creed shall be thy doom,”
Their threats a gale that drives me far from rest,
Yet in my haste, His promise shall consume,
A royal path where weary hearts are blessed.
The world may chase, its wrath a ceaseless roar,
But I, a wanderer, bear His steady hand,
Through endless miles, His peace I can’t ignore,
An heir sustained by heaven’s boundless land.
So on I flee, my soul in motion free,
My Savior’s light my guide eternally.

Sonnet VII: The Scorned
The throng derides, their laughter cuts me deep,
A world’s contempt for faith I’ll not release,
Yet in their jeers, my heart shall ever keep,
For Christ my King transforms my shame to peace.
They point and mock, “Thy God a fool’s delight,”
Their voices rise, a chorus harsh and shrill,
But in my stand, His mercy shines so bright,
A royal calm their taunts can never still.
The crowd may rail, their scorn a fleeting gust,
But I, the scorned, wear grace as my attire,
Through ridicule, His love shall never rust,
An heir unmoved by earth’s unholy fire.
So here I rise, their jests a hollow din,
My Savior’s strength my victory within.

Sonnet VIII: The Child
The years are few, yet foes my faith despise,
A world’s rebuke for trust so young and pure,
I lift my gaze, my hope beyond the skies,
For Christ my King my spirit shall ensure.
They tease and shove, “Thy God is but a game,”
Their childish spite a weight upon my frame,
Yet in my youth, His name I still proclaim,
A royal shield no cruelty can defame.
The old may bow, their strength by time undone,
But I, a child, stand firm in tender might,
Through playground wars, His love shall be my sun,
An heir unbroken in this dawning fight.
So small I stand, yet bold in faith I grow,
My Savior’s care my heart shall ever know.

Sonnet IX: The Convert
The past I knew now turns its face in rage,
A world once mine for faith I’ve cast aside,
Yet in this breach, I find my truest stage,
For Christ my King my soul has purified.
They curse my turn, “Thy God betrays our kin,”
Old friends decry the path that I’ve embraced,
But in my choice, His mercy shall begin,
A royal dawn where former ties are traced.
The world may mourn the man I left behind,
But I, a convert, greet His light anew,
Through wrathful cries, His peace shall still unwind,
An heir reborn where grace alone is true.
So here I walk, their hate a fading call,
My Savior’s love my fortress over all.

Sonnet X: The Survivor
The scars I bear, a tale of battles fought,
A world’s fierce lash for faith I’ve held so dear,
Yet through the storm, my soul by Christ is wrought,
His holy name my anthem loud and clear.
They struck me down, “Thy God shall fail thee yet,”
Their blows a tide that sought to break my will,
But in my rise, His strength shall not forget,
A royal hope their fury can’t distill.
The world may see my wounds and call me frail,
But I, survivor, wear His mark with pride,
Through trials past, His love shall still prevail,
An heir restored where darkness once resided.
So here I stand, my life a testament,
My Savior’s grace my endless firmament.

Sonnets Of The Royal Redeemed by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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The Royal Heir series is a collection of twelve Shakespearean sonnets, each exalting Jesus Christ by portraying a distinct royal heir—a symbolic every-soul redeemed by grace—within a unique profession or calling. Written in iambic pentameter with an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme, the series spans a diverse array of lives, from the intimate to the authoritative, illustrating Christ’s transformative presence in every sphere. Royal Heir I: Sonnet In Service (The Counselor) begins with a servant guiding others with mercy, followed by Sonnet In Teaching (The Teacher) shaping minds with truth, Sonnet In Shepherding (The Pastor) tending souls with love, and Sonnet In Governing (The Politician) seeking justice in power’s fray. Sonnet In Song (The Musician) lifts melodies as prayer, while Sonnet In Judgment (The Judge) balances law with grace, and Sonnet In Defense (The Lawyer) defends truth with zeal. Leadership deepens with Sonnet In Rule (The Governor) guiding a land, Sonnet In Command (The President) steering a nation, and Sonnet In Waiting (The Vice President) serving in poised readiness. The series closes with the familial heart of Sonnet In Nurture (The Mother) cradling life in love and Sonnet In Guidance (The Father) leading kin with strength. Each sonnet shifts at the volta from earthly duty to inner redemption, concluding with a couplet affirming the Savior’s enduring light, together forming a poetic tapestry that celebrates faith across all walks of life.

Royal Heir I: Sonnet In Service (The Counselor)

The morn demands my hands to aid and lift,
A royal charge in quiet service sown,
Through others’ needs, my soul finds heaven’s gift,
For Christ redeems the seeds my care has grown.

Each voice I hear, a call to gently tend,
I bear their weight with strength beyond my own,
No scepter gleams, yet grace shall never bend,
An heir disguised in mercy’s tone.

The world may pass my humble station by,
Yet in my breast, a kingdom’s flame burns true,
Through selfless hours, His love lifts my reply,
A silent crown in all I seek to do.

So daily still, I serve with heart awake,
My Savior’s will my every task remake.

Royal Heir II: Sonnet In Teaching (The Teacher)
The dawn unfurls with minds I must awake,
A royal heir in lessons’ gentle art,
Through youthful haze, I bid their souls partake,
For Christ ignites the truth within my heart.
Their questions bloom like flowers in the spring,
I tend each thought with care and steady lore,
No crown I wear, yet wisdom’s voice I bring,
A humble guide to knowledge evermore.
The world may scorn the schoolroom’s modest frame,
Yet here a regal light begins to gleam,
Through chalk and toil, His glory stakes its claim,
An heir redeemed to lift their every dream.
So still I teach, my task a sacred call,
My Savior’s mind shines brightly over all.

Royal Heir III: Sonnet In Shepherding (The Pastor)
The flock arises, seeking words to hold,
A royal heir in shepherd’s garb arrayed,
Through scripture’s balm, I mend their spirits bold,
For Christ has lit the path where I’ve been swayed.
Their souls I tend with sermons soft and strong,
I walk their vales where shadows often creep,
No scepter gleams, yet here my heart belongs,
A watchman’s love in vigil I must keep.
The world may mock the pulpit’s quiet stand,
Yet in my care, a kingdom’s hope I see,
Through faith and prayer, His grace shall still expand,
An heir redeemed to set their spirits free.
So daily still, I preach His boundless care,
My Savior’s voice resounds through all I share.

Royal Heir IV: Sonnet In Governing (The Politician)
The day ignites with power’s restless call,
A royal heir in civic tumult cast,
Through strife and vote, I seek to mend the fall,
For Christ upholds the justice I’ve amassed.
The chambers ring with voices sharp and loud,
I steer through storms with heart both firm and meek,
No golden crown, yet mercy is my shroud,
A servant’s will where righteousness I seek.
The world may scorn the polis’ tarnished game,
Yet in my soul, a higher law I bear,
Through law and choice, His light shall stake its claim,
An heir redeemed to govern pure and fair.
So still I strive, my duty sworn to Him,
My Savior’s truth through chaos shall not dim.

Royal Heir V: Sonnet In Song (The Musician)
The air awakes with strings beneath my hand,
A royal heir in music’s tender sway,
Through notes I lift, a hymn to heaven’s land,
For Christ inspires the songs that I convey.
Each chord I strike, a prayer ascends above,
I weave through silence, joy, and sorrow’s strain,
No throne I need, my crown is boundless love,
A minstrel’s soul where grace shall e’er remain.
The world may hear but fleeting tunes I play,
Yet in my depths, a kingdom’s anthem rings,
Through melody, His glory lights my day,
An heir redeemed who soars on sacred wings.
So still I sing, my craft a holy rite,
My Savior’s praise resounds in every flight.

Royal Heir VI: Sonnet In Judgment (The Judge)
The bench demands my mind to weigh and sift,
A royal heir in robes of justice clad,
Through law’s fine thread, I seek the truth to lift,
For Christ ordains the balance I’ve been glad.
The gavel falls, a solemn echo rings,
I parse the plea with mercy’s tempered eye,
No scepter shines, yet fairness here I bring,
A steward bound where human fates rely.
The world may judge my rulings cold and stark,
Yet in my heart, a sovereign peace I hold,
Through scales and time, His light shall pierce the dark,
An heir redeemed with wisdom’s tale retold.
So daily still, I sit with steady hand,
My Savior’s will my verdicts understand.

Royal Heir VII: Sonnet In Defense (The Lawyer)
The court ignites with pleas I must defend,
A royal heir in argument’s fierce tide,
Through words I fight, the broken to amend,
For Christ sustains the cause where I abide.
Each case I take, a shield for truth I wield,
I stand for those the world has cast aside,
No crown I wear, yet justice is my field,
A voice of grace where fairness is my guide.
The world may see a hireling’s fleeting art,
Yet in my soul, a kingdom’s fire burns,
Through law’s great clash, His mercy shapes my heart,
An heir redeemed where righteousness returns.
So still I strive, my tongue a sacred sword,
My Savior’s truth my ultimate accord.

Royal Heir VIII: Sonnet In Rule (The Governor)
The land unfurls beneath my watchful gaze,
A royal heir in governance’s broad sweep,
Through edicts firm, I seek to mend its ways,
For Christ upholds the charge I’ve sworn to keep.
The people cry, their needs my burden grow,
I chart the course with care and steady rein,
No throne of gold, yet grace shall overflow,
A steward’s heart where mercy shall remain.
The world may scorn the ruler’s heavy load,
Yet in my will, a kingdom’s hope I see,
Through toil and choice, His light shall still abode,
An heir redeemed to guide with liberty.
So daily still, I rule with humble might,
My Savior’s strength my beacon in the night.

Royal Heir IX: Sonnet In Command (The President)
The nation calls, its helm within my grasp,
A royal heir in leadership’s great span,
Through crisis deep, I hold the people’s clasp,
For Christ sustains the weight of every plan.
The banners wave, my voice must steady all,
I bear the storm with wisdom’s fragile thread,
No crown I don, yet grace shall never fall,
A servant’s soul where nations now are led.
The world may watch my power rise and wane,
Yet in my core, a sovereign peace I find,
Through choice and strife, His love shall still remain,
An heir redeemed to serve both heart and mind.
So still I stand, my charge a sacred trust,
My Savior’s will my every deed adjust.

Royal Heir X: Sonnet In Waiting (The Vice President)
The shadow looms, my role to wait and aid,
A royal heir in stillness’ patient hour,
Through second place, my loyalty is weighed,
For Christ prepares the strength beneath my power.
The call may come, a step to lead or mend,
I serve in shade with purpose yet unseen,
No scepter gleams, yet grace shall still extend,
A silent force where faith has ever been.
The world may pass my quiet vigil by,
Yet in my watch, a kingdom’s pulse I feel,
Through poised restraint, His glory lifts me high,
An heir redeemed with readiness to heal.
So daily still, I stand with heart awake,
My Savior’s time my service shall remake.

Royal Heir XI: Sonnet In Nurture (The Mother)
The dawn awakes with lives I hold so dear,
A royal heir in motherhood’s embrace,
Through tender care, I calm their every fear,
For Christ anoints my love with boundless grace.
Their laughter rings, their tears my heart entwine,
I shape their days with hands both soft and sure,
No throne I seek, yet here my crown divine,
A quiet reign where mercy shall endure.
The world may deem my labor small and slight,
Yet in their growth, a kingdom’s joy I see,
Through sleepless nights, His strength shall be my light,
An heir redeemed to nurture faithfully.
So still I give, my soul a sacred spring,
My Savior’s peace in every breath I bring.

Royal Heir XII: Sonnet In Guidance (The Father)
The day calls forth my charge to lead aright,
A royal heir in fatherhood’s strong frame,
Through youthful paths, I guide with steady might,
For Christ has etched His will upon my name.
Their steps I guard, a beacon in their storm,
With firm resolve, I build what time may break,
No kingly hall, yet here my heart is warm,
A steadfast love for those I undertake.
The world may scorn the father’s hidden toil,
Yet in their trust, a sovereign light I know,
Through care and years, His grace shall never spoil,
An heir redeemed where seeds of faith may grow.
So still I lead, my kin my crown to claim,
My Savior’s strength upholds my humble name.

By God’s Own Hand: The Eternal Word of Genesis Rejects the Arrogance of Satan’s Evolutionary Deceit by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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The sonnet declares the Biblical fact that God created everything instantly and with purpose, as recorded in scripture, not through the falsehood of evolution. It opens with “In the beginning God created all,” directly stating the truth of Genesis 1:1 (“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth”). Humanity was formed from dust and given life by God’s breath, a fact confirmed in Genesis 2:7 (“Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life”), distinct and intentional, not derived from any random or animal origin.

Evolution is exposed as a Satanic lie that seeks to degrade human dignity, a deception akin to 2 Corinthians 11:3 (“But I am afraid that just as Eve was deceived by the serpent’s cunning, your minds may somehow be led astray from your sincere and pure devotion to Christ”). The sonnet proclaims that creation bears God’s name and will, as Psalm 33:6 affirms (“By the word of the Lord the heavens were made, their starry host by the breath of his mouth”), leaving no room for evolutionary tales.

Adam was created by God’s grace, a truth recorded in Genesis 1:27 (“So God created mankind in his own image”), and all of nature was fixed by divine command, as seen in Genesis 1:3 (“And God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light”). “By fiat spoke” reflects this immediate act of God’s word, and the sonnet closes with the unchanging fact of Isaiah 40:8 (“The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever”), calling for the rejection of the blasphemous evolutionary lie that human arrogance dares to raise against God’s eternal truth.

In the beginning God created all,
From dust to man, His breath gave life its frame,
No creeping chance, no eons’ slow parade,
But holy will, creation bears His name.
Yet Satan whispers lies to dim the light,
A tale of beasts, of man from mud evolved,
To strip the soul of dignity and might,
In arrogance, God’s truth stands unresolved.
The Scriptures sing of Adam, formed by grace,
No random spark, but purpose in His hand,
Each star, each bird, each blade in fixed embrace,
By fiat spoke, the heavens firmly stand.
So cast aside this blasphemy, this lore,
For God’s own Word endures forevermore.

All Glorious Within: The Bride of Christ Clothed in the Savior’s Golden Victory by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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The sonnet, titled “All Glorious Within: The Bride of Christ Clothed in the Savior’s Golden Victory”, reflects the radiant truth of Psalm 45:13: “The king’s daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold.” It portrays the believer, or the Church collectively, as the bride of Christ—transformed and adorned with an inner glory that no earthly power can replicate. This splendor, born of grace, purity, and faith, shines through a robe of righteousness, symbolized by the wrought gold of the Savior’s triumph over sin. Each thread of her garment represents Christ’s victorious sacrifice, clothing the redeemed in royal splendor as heirs of the King of Kings. The poem marvels at her sacred worth, a divine gift beyond human measure, lifting her from dust to a holy birthright as she prepares to meet her Bridegroom, Christ. With a heart sincere, she reigns in beauty, the King’s delight, enthroned in boundless glory rare—an eternal testament to her identity as His beloved, victorious bride.

The King’s own daughter, bride of Christ, we see,
All glorious within, her soul aglow,
A radiance no earthly art can free,
Where grace and purity in silence grow.
Her clothing gleams, of wrought gold finely spun,
A robe of righteousness by mercy dressed,
Each thread a triumph of the Savior’s run,
The Church redeemed, in royal splendor blessed.
No mortal eye can weigh her sacred worth,
This glory born of faith and love’s embrace,
From dust to heirs, a holy, chosen birth,
Adorned as one to seek the Bridegroom’s face.
In beauty deep, she reigns with heart sincere,
The King’s delight, enthroned in boundless glory rare.

The Inestimable Gift of Standing as Royal Heirs of the King of Kings by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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The sonnet, titled “The Inestimable Gift of Standing as Royal Heirs of the King of Kings”, celebrates the extraordinary privilege of being born again as joint heirs with Jesus Christ, as affirmed in Romans 8:17: “Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.” The poem marvels at the grace that frees believers from sin, transforming them into royal sons and daughters of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. This divine gift, so vast and inestimable that it defies comprehension, elevates the redeemed to a status of royal kinship, robed in splendor and destined for the throne of grace. The sonnet underscores the rarity and honor of bearing Christ’s name, a birthright mortals can scarcely fathom, culminating in the triumphant image of standing as heirs, enthroned in victory’s sound—a reflection of the eternal glory promised to those who share in Christ’s inheritance.

Do we perceive the grace that crowns our days,
To be reborn, from sin’s dark chains set free,
Joint heirs with Christ, in glory’s boundless rays,
A royal kin to heaven’s majesty?
The King of Kings, the Lord of Lords supreme,
Bestows a gift no mortal mind can hold,
A blessing vast, beyond our wildest dream,
Inestimable wealth in love retold.
Sons, daughters, robed in splendor not our own,
We bear His name, a privilege so rare,
The throne of grace becomes our destined home,
A royal birthright mortals scarce can bear.
Such honor floods the soul with awe unbound,
To stand as heirs, enthroned in victory’s sound.

At Any Moment: The Rapture and the World’s Undoing by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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The sonnet, titled “At Any Moment: The Rapture and the World’s Undoing”, depicts the sudden, unpredictable return of Jesus Christ, as foretold in 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17: “For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air.” The poem portrays this rapture as an event that could strike at any moment, whisking away only the repentant, born-again Christians—those who have truly turned to Christ. As these faithful souls ascend, the world left behind spirals into mass chaos, with streets filled with panic and societal order crumbling in the absence of the righteous. For those who remain, the sonnet issues a fervent call to repent and believe in Christ, despite the terror and turmoil, underscoring that faith is the sole path to salvation. It concludes with a note of hope: God’s mercy endures, ready to embrace those who call on His name amid the world’s undoing.

A silent thief, the Lord in glory comes,
The rapture claims the born-again, the meek,
Repentant souls rise up to beating drums,
While earth below descends to chaos bleak.
The faithful gone, who bore the Spirit’s seal,
Leave streets awash in panic’s wild despair,
The world unmoored, its order set to reel,
A void of grace hangs heavy in the air.
If you abide, when millions disappear,
Repent with tears, cast off your sinful chain,
Believe in Christ, though terror draws near,
For only faith can ease the soul’s deep pain.
Amid the storm, one truth shall still remain:
His mercy waits for those who call His name.

Echoing John Bunyan’s Vision: Fingers in Ears, Heart on Heaven, and a Cry for Life Eternal by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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The sonnet explores the profound transformation of a person who becomes a Christian, reflecting the shift in priorities described by Bunyan. In the first quatrain, the speaker describes how faith in Christ changes their perspective, causing the world’s noise and superficial concerns to lose their hold as a deeper, spiritual joy takes root. The second quatrain elaborates on this shift, noting that earthly pleasures become unappealing compared to the radiant promise of eternal life, which exposes the fleeting nature of worldly delights. In the third quatrain, the speaker actively rejects the world’s opinions—symbolized by placing fingers in their ears—and runs toward heaven with fervent joy, proclaiming the value of eternal life. The final couplet concludes with the speaker affirming their newfound purpose: to pursue the divine source of true peace, fully committed to this sacred journey.

In essence, the sonnet captures the emotional and spiritual awakening of a Christian who, inspired by faith, turns away from temporal distractions and passionately seeks the eternal joy of heaven, echoing Bunyan’s vision of a life transformed by devotion to Christ.

When faith ignites a heart to Christ’s embrace,
The world’s loud clamor fades to hollow din,
No longer bound by fleeting, vain disgrace,
A greater joy now blooms from deep within.

The pleasures once so sweet turn pale and cold,
For heaven’s light outshines the earth’s delight,
Eternal life, a treasure to behold,
Reveals the shadows cast by mortal sight.

With fingers pressed to ears, I heed no more
The world’s harsh judgments, empty cries, and strife,
I run, a joyful fool, to heaven’s shore,
And shout with fervor, “Life! Eternal life!”

For in this sacred race, I’ve found my call,
To seek the One who gives true peace to all.