Daily Archives: January 18, 2026

Thoughts Worth Dwelling On: The Blessed Hope of the Rapture and the Glorious Government of Our Lord Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
9 Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.

Phillipians 4:6-9 KJV

O set your heart on things above,
Where Christ shall soon descend in love;
The trumpet sound, the archangel’s cry—
True promise lifts our gaze on high.

What is more true than His sure word?
The dead in Christ shall rise first, assured;
Caught up together in clouds we soar,
To meet the Lord forevermore.

What is more honorable, more just,
Than the King returning in power and trust?
No longer meek upon a lowly ass,
But crowned in glory, the First and Last.

What is more pure than spotless grace,
That calls His bride to yonder place?
Washed white as snow, without a stain,
In robes of righteousness we reign.

How lovely is that day of light,
When shadows flee before His sight!
The earth restored, the curse undone,
Peace flowing like a river’s run.

What good report shall echo wide?
The government on His shoulder abides—
Justice and mercy in perfect blend,
A thousand years of joy without end.

No tyrant sways, no wicked thrives,
For righteousness forever lives;
The wolf with lamb in harmony lies,
The knowledge of the Lord fills earth and skies.

If there be any virtue, any praise,
Then fix your thoughts these coming days:
The rapture’s hope, the throne of gold,
Where Christ is King, and love untold.

Let not the storms of earth prevail,
Nor fleeting fears your peace assail;
But dwell upon this glorious theme—
Our soon-coming Savior, our reigning King supreme.

Maranatha! Come, Lord Jesus, come!
In this sweet meditation, find your home.

Under the Shadow of His Wings They Rise: The Heart’s Exquisite, Fragrant Response to Everlasting Love Of Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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When boundless love descends like morning dew
Upon the parched and thirsty soul below,
The wanderer lifts his eyes, his spirit new,
And bids the ancient gates of praise to glow.

As rivers clap their hands and mountains sing,
So hearts in wonder rise to bless His name;
They enter courts with thanksgiving’s offering,
And fill His house with songs of righteousness.

No cold command compels, but grace ignites—
They love because He first loved them in might;
With all the heart, the soul, the mind’s pure lights,
They walk in paths of sweet obedience’s delight.

In shadow of His wings they refuge find,
And pour out fragrance like the rose entwined.

From Throne to Cross: The Unmerited, Unfailing Love That Conquers All by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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No mortal work ascends the holy height,
Nor gilded deed draws near the throne of flame;
All human righteousness, in God’s pure sight,
Is but as filthy rags, unworthy, lame.

None bring their coin, their claim, their pleading art,
No merit forged by will or sweat avails;
The law condemns the proud, the contrite heart—
Yet grace descends where every effort fails.

Behold the Lamb! His blood, His life, His pain—
The sole oblation Heaven will receive.
In Christ alone the sinner’s righteousness is gained;
His spotless robe the naked soul reprieves.

O Savior, sole defense of every soul,
In Thee true merit lives—complete, eternal, whole.

A Royal Vow: That Our Fervent, Unceasing Pursuit as Those Redeemed by Royal Blood Shall Magnify and Crown Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ with Endless Glory by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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In royal robes of grace, we stand redeemed,
Crowned heirs by blood that flowed from Calvary’s tree,
Once lost in shadow, now in light supreme,
Awakened souls set fervently to be
A living flame, a chase without a cease,
Pursuing Him who first pursued our heart—
With passion fierce, through storm and through sweet peace,
We run the race, nor ever shall depart. 

No fleeting whim, this fire that burns within,
But holy zeal, kindled by heaven’s breath,
To magnify the King who conquered sin,
And draw all eyes to His victorious death. 

May every step, each word, each prayer we raise,
Crown Him with glory through our endless days.

O Lord, Grant Steel to the Spine and Fire to the Soul: A Plea for Courage to Root Out Corruption Through National Repentance and the Lordship of Christ by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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The canker deep has wormed its way, O Lord,
Through every vein of rule and rod of sword;
Like ivy black it climbs the marble stair,
And chokes the light of justice everywhere.

In velvet robes the traitors sit and smile,
Their oaths dissolved in gold, their truth beguile;
The quill that signed the law now signs the sale,
While honest men grow faint and turn their tale.

From palace dome to village courthouse door,
The serpent coils where trust once stood before;
The well of honor, once so pure and clear,
Now runs with bribes and whispers of the fear.

We weary, Lord, of honeyed words that lie,
Of painted smiles beneath a painted sky;
Of righteous men who learned the coward’s art
And traded spine for safety of the heart.

Yet deeper still the sickness lies concealed:
A nation turns from Christ, its soul unrevealed.
Corruption thrives where altars stand forsaken,
Where hearts refuse the cross that sin has taken.

So call us all, O Lord, to bow and see
Our only hope: repent, and turn to Thee!
Let every soul receive the Savior’s grace,
And crown Him King in every heart and place.

For only when we honor Christ as Lord,
As nation, people, city, home, and board,
Will darkness flee, the hidden rot exposed,
And truth arise where once the lie reposed.

Then grant them iron, not the gaudy kind,
But ancient steel that bends not to the wind;
The courage grim that rises in the night
When power’s friends have vanished from the sight.

Let one clear “No” ring out across the hall,
Though titles fall and gilded favors pall;
Let backbone rise, unbowed, unbent, severe,
And drive the darkness trembling from its lair.

Root out the rot, but first root deep within
The remnant few who still recall the sin
Of selling soul for place, for coin, for peace—
And give them strength that never bends, nor flees.

So arm the just with adamant and flame,
That Christ may reign and honor bear His name.
Amen—and swiftly, lest the last light fail
And night eternal claim the common soul.