What Manner of Love Divine: From Dust Exalted and Crowned—Sons and Daughters, Royal Heirs Where Grace Abounds by Debbie Harris

13 Friday Feb 2026

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Inspired by 1 John 3:1–2 (KJV), the poem celebrates the astonishing, lavish love of the Father that transforms us from mere dust into His beloved sons and daughters. We are already adopted royal heirs, crowned with dignity and grace on earth today—children of God in the present, shining with divine light amid a world that does not recognize us. Though our full future glory (being like Him when we see Him face to face) remains veiled, the poem calls the heart to rise in holy awe, rejoicing in this eternal truth: from humble origins we are exalted, crowned as royal heirs where grace abounds forever.

1 John 3:1–2 (KJV)
Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not. Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.

Behold! what manner of love divine
The Father hath lavished, boundless, free,
Upon our souls in mercy’s grand design—
That sons and daughters of God we should be!
And such we are—O mystery profound!
Adopted heirs to heaven’s royal throne,
No fleeting title, no uncertain sound,
But truth eternal, written, ever known.

Yet mark the world, in blindness wrapped and cold,
Knows us not, for it knew Him not of old;
Its darkened eyes cannot perceive the light
That shines in sons and daughters born of grace.
Beloved, we stand as royal children here,
On earth already claimed by heaven’s call—
Though what we yet shall be lies veiled from sight,
A glory hid within the sacred thrall.

But this we know with certainty most sure:
When He appears in splendor ever bright,
We shall be like Him, pure as heaven’s fire,
For face to face we’ll see our Lord in light.
Transformed, transfigured in that final dawn,
His likeness ours, His beauty ours to wear—
O rapturous hope! The veil shall soon be drawn,
And love’s full triumph crown us children there.

Rise, heart, and soar on wings of holy awe—
What love! What Father! What eternal call!
From dust exalted—sons and daughters crowned
As royal heirs on earth, where grace abounds!

Sealed and Indwelt: Breathing the Air That Raised the Dead by Debbie Harris

13 Friday Feb 2026

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The poem celebrates the believer’s complete spiritual wholeness through Christ’s finished work on the cross.

It declares that the old self fully died—there was no partial repair or improvement, but a decisive new creation born from resurrection power. God did not overlook any flaws; He made the believer entirely new, sealed, and complete, with no hidden defects or unfinished business.

The Holy Spirit is not a temporary visitor but a permanent resident, indwelling fully with the same life-giving power that raised Jesus. Growth in faith is natural evidence of this already-present life, not a sign of lingering brokenness—the believer grows from wholeness, not toward it.

The poem concludes by urging the reader to reject old accusations, lift their head in freedom, and embrace the joy of being fully accepted, loved, and indwelt by God in Christ. The final couplet affirms that in Him, the soul is unaccused and complete, with joy returning home.

In essence:
A triumphant declaration of identity—no longer broken, but wholly remade, secure, and alive in the finished work of Jesus.

No patch, no mend, no half-reborn estate—
The old self perished in the cross’s shade;
From death’s dark womb a new creation rose complete,
Not patched, but fashioned fresh by grace remade.

No hidden crack, no flaw the Father missed,
No overlooked defect in spirit’s frame;
He signed your birth with resurrection’s kiss,
And wrote you whole, unblemished in His name.

The Spirit dwells not as a passing guest,
But claims the house, with fire and peace entwined;
The same great wind that rolled the stone to rest
Now breathes within, your soul forever signed.

So lift your head—let accusations fall like leaves;
In Christ you’re whole; joy knows your name, believe,