The Wicked Plot in Vain: The Lord’s Laughter at Their Coming Doom(A Sonnet on Psalm 37:12–13) by Debbie Harris

08 Sunday Mar 2026

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The wicked plotteth against the just, and gnasheth upon him with his teeth. The Lord shall laugh at him: for he seeth that his day is coming

Psalm 37:12-13

In shadowed council, wicked hearts contrive,
Against the just they weave their dark design,
With grinding teeth they rage, their malice live,
To crush the righteous in their cruel design.
Yet from His throne on high, the Lord looks down,
And laughter breaks upon the courts of heaven;
The plots of men, their fury and their frown,
Are but a jest, their power soon riven.
For He beholds the day that swiftly nears,
When evil’s blade shall turn upon its own,
When every scheme dissolves in bitter tears,
And wicked breath shall cease, their pride o’erthrown.
So fret not at the snarling of the foe—
The Lord’s derision seals their coming woe.

Wise As Serpents, Harmless As Doves by Debbie Harris

08 Sunday Mar 2026

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Send forth as sheep amid the wolfish throng,
Where danger prowls and treachery is strong:
Be wise as serpents, subtle, ever keen,
And harmless yet as doves, in heart serene.

Let wisdom coil within the watchful mind,
To trace the snare before the trap is signed;
Discern the mask, the honeyed word that lies,
The flattering tongue that veils the serpent’s eyes.

Yet let no venom stain the gentle tongue,
No malice rise where mercy should be sung;
Though knowledge pierce the veil of false disguise,
Let kindness hold the hand that might despise.

The serpent sees the path the wolf has trod,
The dove still bears the olive branch to God;
In one pure breast these contraries abide—
The cunning guard, the innocence inside.

Too soft, we fall beneath the predator’s claw;
Too sharp, we wound the souls that God foresaw.
The narrow way demands the double grace:
To know the world, yet meet it face to face

With eyes that read the dark and hearts that shine,
With shrewdness tempered by the will divine.
So walk we thus, till evening’s shadows close,
Wise as the serpent, harmless as the dove’s repose.

Awaiting The King Of Kings And Lord of Lords by Debbie Harris

08 Sunday Mar 2026

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Beneath the bruised and bending sky
where every dawn feels half a lie,
the earth in labor pains still cries—
a low, unyielding, ancient sigh.

The rivers carve their patient plea,
the mountains stand on bended knee,
creation wears its exile thin,
groaning deep for what has been

promised since the garden fell:
a Foot to crush the serpent’s spell,
a shout that splits the vaulted blue—
the dead in Christ rise first, then you

and I, still breathing, caught away,
snatched upward in a single day.
No trumpet’s blast to warn the world,
no sign to mark the flag unfurled—

just sudden glory, swift and bright,
the Bridegroom calling through the night.
We wait not for the dragon’s roar,
nor bowls of wrath poured to the floor,

but for the voice, the archangel’s cry,
the silver sound that splits the sky—
“Rise! Meet Him in the open air!”
and every eye will find Him there.

With lamps held trembling, oil still sweet,
we stand on tiptoe at His feet—
not of this age, but citizens
of heaven, longing for the Prince

who comes not first in judgment’s flame,
but for His own, to claim His name.
Then robes of white, then crowns of light,
then every tear erased from sight.

Until that flash—oh, maranatha!—
we watch, we pray, we hold the path.
The promise burns: He comes for me,
the King of kings in victory.

Maranatha.
Come quickly, Lord Jesus.
Come.

Hymn Of Praise: Hallelujah to the Lamb Enthroned: Sins Remembered No More, Grace Abounding More, No Condemnation, Victory Eternal by Debbie Harris

08 Sunday Mar 2026

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Stanza 1
All our sins—past, present, future—forgiven stand,
Hurled to ocean depths, remembered nevermore.
Calvary’s crimson flood has sealed the grand command:
Pardoned forever; accuser’s claim no more.

Refrain
O victory! O glorious victory in Jesus’ name!
Our sins are cast as far as east is from the west!
White as snow, whiter than the purest winter flame,
Justified—just as if we’d never sinned—forever blest!
Hallelujah! Praise the Lamb enthroned in endless light!
Redeemed, restored, robed in His everlasting might!

Stanza 2
Sins of our youth, the stumbles of our striving years,
Secret shadows buried deep within the soul—
Swept clean away in mercy’s overflowing tears,
No lingering charge, no condemnation’s toll.

Stanza 3
Even now, when frailty whispers, weakness calls aloud,
Old nature stirs—yet His blood pleads stronger still.
Mercy rushes in where fallen sinners cry out loud,
Guilt melts away beneath the cross on Calvary’s hill.

Stanza 4
Where sin abounded, grace did much more abound,
Super-abounding, boundless, without end or measure.
Law exposed our shame, yet grace in triumph crowned,
Prevails victorious through Christ our risen treasure!

Stanza 5
Behold the marvel: God declares the sinner just,
Not by our works, but Christ’s obedience complete.
Imputed righteousness, a robe no moth can rust—
We stand arrayed in glory at the mercy seat.

Stanza 6
No condemnation echoes from the throne on high,
The Judge is now our Brother, Advocate divine.
Curse exhausted, law fulfilled upon the tree—
In Christ we rise, unshackled, free from every sign.

Stanza 7
When Satan roars, accuses with relentless spite,
Dragging up our failures, seeking to condemn—
We raise the blood of Jesus, shout with holy might:
“Your doom is sealed in fire, deceiver—your end has come!”

Stanza 8
Let ransomed voices rise through every age untold,
With angels, saints, and martyrs in the endless day—
Sins all forgiven, grace forevermore unfolds,
We crown You, Lamb of God, in ceaseless, joyous praise!

Refrain (final, with soaring repeat)
O victory! O glorious victory in Jesus’ name!
Our sins are cast as far as east is from the west!
White as snow, whiter than the purest winter flame,
Justified—just as if we’d never sinned—forever blest!
Hallelujah! Praise the Lamb enthroned in endless light!
Redeemed, restored, robed in His everlasting might!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen and amen forevermore!