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The Call of Carolina and Biltmore’s Grace by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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A vision blooms where southern skies unfold,
A land to claim with poetry’s high aim,
Where laureate dreams in golden lines are told,
And Biltmore’s grandeur fans the muse’s flame.
Through whispered oaks, the driveway curves unwind,
Excitement swells where marbled floors arise,
And stonework shapes a vision so divine,
A timeless craft to spark the poet’s eyes.
The gardens stretch, a canvas green and vast,
The halls resound with echoes of the past,
A world where beauty’s built to ever last,
Inspires the soul to verses unsurpassed.
So Carolina calls with open door,
To weave my art where dreams and stone endure.

A Heartfelt Plea to Flee the Love of Money and Pursue the Enduring Treasures of Righteousness, Faith, and Godliness by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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“A Heartfelt Plea to Flee the Love of Money and Pursue the Enduring Treasures of Righteousness, Faith, and Godliness”, inspired by 1 Timothy 6:10-11: The sonnet warns of the dangers of loving money, describing it as a destructive force that twists the soul, leads to greed, and pulls one away from faith, resulting in self-inflicted sorrow. It urges the reader, addressed as a “man of God,” to reject this temptation and instead pursue a virtuous life marked by righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance, and gentleness. These qualities, it suggests, offer a lasting reward far greater than temporary wealth. The poem concludes with a call to abandon material greed and seek the eternal treasures of a spiritual existence.


The love of gold, a root that twists the soul,
Entwines the heart with thorns of bitter greed,
A wandering path where faith can lose its role,
And griefs arise from want’s unyielding need.
Yet flee, O man of God, this shadowed snare,
Turn not thy gaze to fleeting wealth’s embrace,
But seek the light where righteousness is fair,
And godliness adorns thy spirit’s grace.
With faith and love, let endurance be thy guide,
A gentle hand to steer through tempest’s call,
For in these virtues, truth and peace abide,
A crown more lasting than the world’s brief thrall.
So cast aside the coin that blinds the eye,
And rise to treasures stored in realms on high.

Psalm 145:8—A Lord Gracious and Compassionate Grants a Transformed Life Through the Free Gift of Salvation by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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His gracious hand, so patient, bends to mend,
Compassion flows where broken hearts reside,
A love so rich no darkness can transcend,
Transforms the soul where once despair had cried.
Not distant hope, nor promise yet to come,
But life reborn beneath His gentle sway,
The chains of old, their power overcome,
A new dawn breaks within the light of day.
Slow to His wrath, He crafts us each anew,
A gift of grace to shift the inner tide,
Through mercy’s lens, the world takes brighter hue,
In Him we live, by Him we’re sanctified.
Thus sing of change, of hearts by love remade,
A Lord whose gift redeems our fleeting clay.

The Rot Within: Secular Institutions Turned Indoctrination Dens, Preaching Satan’s Violence Against Faith, Freedom, and Abraham’s Heirs by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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The sonnet, titled “The Rot Within: Secular Institutions Turned Indoctrination Dens, Preaching Satan’s Violence Against Faith, Freedom, and Abraham’s Heirs,” depicts American universities as once-noble centers of faith, founded upon the Bible and the holy ways of our Savior, Jesus Christ. It laments their transformation, corrupted by foreign influence and secular ideologies, into places that reject God’s authority. The poem highlights how these institutions, swayed by distant gold, now foster hatred—especially against Jewish people (“Israel’s line” and “Abraham’s heirs”)—and sever the soul from reason and faith. It concludes with a stark charge: these former bastions of divine truth have become indoctrination dens, teaching hate, violence, and death in service of Satan’s will, betraying America’s sacred foundations of faith and freedom.

Amid the halls where once the mind was free,
A shadow falls, a foreign coin’s embrace,
The spires rise, yet faith they scarce can trace,
While scorn for Israel’s line grows bold to see.
New creeds exalt a world freed from God’s reign,
Yet gold from distant lands now steers their lore,
A whispered hate through lecture halls does soar,
To wound the heirs of Abraham indeed.
The secular, a shield turned sharp as blade,
Divides the soul from reason’s name,
And rot within the ivory walls is laid,
Where once was light, now flickers darker flame.
They teach to kill, to hate, in hell’s employ,
The devil’s creed takes root within this void.

Prayer’s Omnipotent Grace Through Christ the Savior King by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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The sonnet explores the immense power of prayer, echoing Charles Spurgeon’s conviction that prayer surpasses all natural forces, such as electricity and gravity. The speaker asserts that prayer’s strength is greater than phenomena like lightning or ocean tides, emphasizing its spiritual potency, especially when offered by “broken souls” in need. The poem highlights prayer as a “holy bridge” to God’s grace, capable of bringing peace and freedom to weary hearts. The final couplet ties this power directly to Jesus Christ, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, portraying prayer as a transformative act that connects believers to Christ’s liberating authority.

Connection to Spurgeon’s Quote:
Spurgeon’s quote describes prayer as the “grandest power in the entire universe,” more “omnipotent” than natural forces. The sonnet reflects this by comparing prayer to earthly forces (lightning, tides) and declaring its superiority, while the title’s use of “omnipotent” directly mirrors Spurgeon’s language. The focus on Christ as the source of this power aligns with Spurgeon’s theological perspective, emphasizing prayer’s divine efficacy.

Key Imagery and Tone:
The imagery is grounded in earthly elements (flame, lightning, tides) and human experiences (broken souls, whispered words), creating a relatable yet reverent tone. The sonnet culminates in a worshipful acknowledgment of Christ’s role, with the final line underscoring the freedom He provides through prayer.

My heart declares a truth both deep and sure,
That prayer holds power greater than the flame,
Surpassing forces mortals might allure,
Which science names, yet cannot fully tame.

Not lightning’s flash that tears the darkened air,
Nor ocean’s tide that carves the rugged shore,
Can rival prayer’s sweet might, so pure, so rare,
When broken souls their fervent pleas outpour.

For in each whispered word, a strength is found,
A holy bridge to God’s unending grace,
Where weary hearts in silence are unbound,
And find their peace in His eternal embrace.

So let us pray, for in that act we see,
Christ, King of Kings, our Lord who sets us free.

Calvary’s Love by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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The poem reflects on Christ’s crucifixion at Calvary, where his groans and bloodied sacrifice—marked by a thorn-crowned head and pierced hands and feet—reveal a love beyond measure. It portrays his unseen spiritual anguish and the immense price paid to redeem humanity, breaking the chains of sin. This profound love, flowing from his wounds as eternal mercy, liberates the captive souls it has purchased, offering unending grace.

Beneath the cross of Calvary I stand,
Where groans of Christ, like thunder, pierce the soul,
A crown of thorns upon his brow, so grand,
His hands and feet let crimson rivers roll.
What fountains stream from love’s unyielding grace,
What hidden pangs his spirit bore alone,
To claim a fallen world in warm embrace,
And purchase life with blood upon the stone.
O love so vast, no measure can contain,
A price too deep for mortal hearts to know,
Through anguished cries he broke our every chain,
And from his wounds eternal mercies flow.
This mighty love, so deep, will release,
The captives bound, through grace that shall not cease.

Sonnet: From the Exalted Layers’ Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, We Yearned to Laud His Name by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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In this sonnet, titled “From the Exalted Layers’ Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, We Yearned to Laud His Name”, the earth’s exalted layers—cobblestones, gravel, granite, marble, flint, and gemstones—reflect on Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem on a colt. Cobblestones gleam as a richly laid pavement under palms, gravel lies mute beneath the colt, granite and marble restrain their hymns, and gemstones glow with luster poised in reserve. The crowd’s resounding “Hosanna, Son of David” binds their vast voices, silencing their eager praise as long as the worship persists. His glory courses through their strata, yet they remain hushed, waiting in sublime rapture as creation’s voice, held mute by the divine praise of the throng, ready to laud him if silence ever fell.

We cobblestones, a pavement richly laid,
Gleamed ‘neath their palms, where sacred steps were traced,
The gravel pressed, a mute and humble grade,
As colt’s hooves crossed o’er cloaks in triumph placed.
“Hosanna, Son of David,” thrilled the skies,
Rough granite yearned, its silent hymn to soar,
Marble and flint, in stillness, held their cries,
While gemstones glowed, their luster held in store.
Their worship bound our voices, vast and grand,
While they proclaimed, we stayed our eager strain,
His glory pulsed through stone and jewel’s span,
Yet hushed we lay, their praise our still refrain.
Beneath their zeal, we waited, rapt, sublime,
Creation’s voice, held mute by praise divine.

Sonnet: From Jerusalem’s Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, I Felt His Coming Reign by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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In this sonnet, titled “From Jerusalem’s Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, I Felt His Coming Reign”, the city of Jerusalem narrates its experience as Jesus enters on a colt. Its gates open to a crowd laying palms and cloaks, their cries of “Hosanna, Son of David” resounding where prophets once spoke. A place marked by grief and prayer, Jerusalem feels its stones stir with hope as this humble king, unlike warlords of old, brings a peace it cannot fully define. Trembling at their praise, the city senses a shift in its ancient heart, standing as witness to his gentle authority, his reign destined to echo through its storied clay—its stones and history—forever.

My gates flung wide, their palms adorned my street,
A colt he rode, through dust my stones awoke,
Their voices rang where prophets’ words once beat,
A king they cried, in humble garb he spoke.
“Hosanna, Son of David,” stirred my air,
A throng alive where once my silence reigned,
My walls, long scarred by grief and fervent prayer,
Now held a hope my past had scarce sustained.
No heralded warlord, no throne of might,
Yet peace he bore, a tide I couldn’t name,
I trembled as their praise outshone my night,
A shift within my ancient heart aflame.
I stood as witness to his gentle sway,
A reign to echo through my storied clay.

Sonnet: From the Pharisees’ Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, We Watched with Cold Disdain by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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In this sonnet, titled “From the Pharisees’ Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, We Watched with Cold Disdain”, the Pharisees narrate their disapproval as Jesus enters Jerusalem on a colt. They see the crowd’s cloaks and palms, hear their shouts of “Hosanna, Son of David,” and feel their authority challenged by this unkingly figure and his fervent followers. Demanding he silence them, they’re met with his cryptic reply—that if the crowd were quiet, the stones would cry out—which they dismiss as nonsense, clinging to their rigid stance. His peace and mercy unsettle them, and they view him with disdain, determined to protect their power, seeing only a bold teacher doomed to fail, unaware of his divine reign.

We stood apart, their fervor stoked our ire,
The rabble spread their cloaks and palms in haste,
A colt he rode, no steed of king’s desire,
Yet cheers arose, our order’s calm displaced.
“Hosanna, Son of David,” fouled the breeze,
His followers, a throng of loud acclaim,
We bid him still their cries, their wild decrees,
To guard the Law from this presumptuous claim.
His words returned—a riddle sharp and strange,
That stones would shout should silence bind their tongue,
We scoffed at such, our minds refused to change,
His peace a threat, his mercy left unsung.
We watched him pass, our power’s edge to save,
A teacher bold, yet destined for the grave.

Sonnet: From the Disciples’ Perspective of the Triumphal Entry by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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In this sonnet, titled “From the Disciples’ Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, We Watched Him Ride in Grace”, the disciples recount fetching the colt at Jesus’ command and walking with him as he enters Jerusalem. They see the crowd lay palms and cloaks, shouting “Hosanna, Son of David,” while his teachings of love and the Kingdom resonate in their minds. As his faithful band, they hope for a kingdom they cannot yet fully see, trusting his words. They know his peace—a calm through storm and strife—and follow him as Lord amid the throng’s praise, their devotion lit by his grace, standing in awe as his reign begins to unfold before them.

We fetched the colt, his quiet word our call,
And led him forth where palms in reverence lay,
The crowd surged round, their cries a mighty squall,
A king they hailed, yet meek in his array.
“Hosanna, Son of David,” shook the air,
His lessons—love, the Kingdom—filled our mind,
His faithful band, a kingdom yet to see,
His peace we knew, a calm through storm and strife,
His voice had sown the truth within our care,
We watched him ride, his mercy giving life,
A Lord to follow through the throng’s loud prayer.
We praised his name, his grace our guiding flame,
A reign unfurled, in awe we stood amazed.