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This World Is Not Our Home: Standing Firm as Evil Is Exuberantly Celebrated, and False Faith Embraces Darkness by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

I wrote this poem with a heavy yet hopeful heart. In these darkening days, we see what Scripture warned us about: Satan’s ancient mission to lie, kill, and destroy is no longer hidden. Evil is not merely tolerated — it is celebrated with exuberance. Even some who call themselves Christians now applaud wickedness and twist grace into a license for sin. Proverbs 2:10-22 reminds us that true wisdom will guard our steps and deliver us from the path of those who “rejoice in doing evil.” This world is growing louder in its rebellion, but take heart — this world is not our home. We are pilgrims passing through. My prayer is that these words will stir discernment in your spirit, strengthen your resolve to cling to God’s unchanging Word, and fix your eyes on the only One who gives life abundantly. Stand firm. The Light still wins.

With prayer and urgency,
The Poet

In shadows deep where darkness schemes,
Satan advances with cunning gleams.
His ancient vow, a venomous art:
To lie, to kill, to tear apart.
He steals our joy, our hope, our breath,
Brings only ruin, pain, and death.
With twisted tongue he lures the weak,
And sets his deadly traps they seek.

This is how you know his hand—
When fruit is poison in the land,
When promises become cruel chains,
When hatred only hate sustains.
If it defies the Word of Truth,
If it destroys the good and youth,
If it wars against the holy scroll—
Then know the thief who steals the soul.

Yet heed the call of wisdom’s voice,
As Proverbs shows the righteous choice:
When knowledge fills the heart with light,
Discretion guards the path aright.
It rescues from the evil way,
From crooked speech that leads astray,
From those who stride in darkness’ tide—
Who never mourn the harm they’ve done,
But laugh with glee when damage’s won.
They revel in their wickedness,
Exult in horror, curse the bless’d.
They celebrate evil, get exuberant,
Wild with delight at what is abhorrent.
They clap and cheer with shameless glee
For deeds that wound humanity.

Beware the ones who claim His name,
Yet dance with sin and flaunt their shame.
They wear the cross but serve the night,
Twist grace to license every vice.
They call Him Lord with lying breath,
While celebrating moral death.

The world grows darker every hour,
More like the realm of Satan’s power.
Evil struts without a blush,
Immorality met with wild hush.
This world is not our lasting home—
We are but pilgrims here below.
Our eyes are fixed on realms above,
The city built on perfect love.

The upright walk in blessing’s light,
The faithful anchored in God’s sight.
No snare of hell can bind them fast—
For dawn will break when night has passed.
Choose life abundant, pure and true,
The Shepherd’s voice that calls to you.
For Christ has come that we may live,
While Satan only comes to give
Ruin and dust and open grave.
Stand firm, O soul, in wisdom’s brave!

Cling to the Word that never bends,
Where truth and life forever blend.
Against the thief and every lie,
Let heaven’s blazing light reply.
Though earth grows cold and filled with night,
Our true home waits in glory bright.

A Closing Prayer

Heavenly Father,

In a world that grows darker by the hour, where evil is celebrated with exuberance and even some who bear Your name rejoice in wickedness, grant us eyes to see and ears to discern. Fill us with the wisdom of Proverbs that guards our hearts and paths. Protect us from the thief who comes only to steal, kill, and destroy. Keep us rooted in Your unchanging Word. Let us walk as pilgrims whose true home is with You. Strengthen every weary believer, expose every false light, and draw the lost to the true Shepherd who gives life abundant. May we stand firm, shine brightly, and never lose hope — for the Light has already overcome the darkness.

In the mighty name of Jesus Christ our Lord,
Amen.

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The Watchman’s Lament for the Church in Our Time: When Preachers Trade the Whole Counsel of God for Polished TED-Like Talk by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Pleasing God Not Man, Prayer, Royally Redeemed, Spiritual Warfare

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Dear Reader,

I write this lament not in anger, but in sorrow and holy concern. In an age when many pulpits have exchanged the pure milk and meat of God’s Word for smooth, self-affirming speeches that tickle the ear, the Church grows lean and weak. May this poem stir the hearts of preachers and hearers alike to return to the old paths — where the Scriptures are opened, explained, and applied with reverence and power. Let us weep for what has been lost, and pray for a restoration of true biblical preaching.

From the Poet

2 Timothy 4:2-4
Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove, rebuke, exhort with all longsuffering and doctrine. For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.

2 Timothy 3:16-17
All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: That the man of God may be perfect, throughly furnished unto all good works.

Acts 20:27
For I have not shunned to declare unto you all the counsel of God.

Jeremiah 6:14
They have healed also the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace.

When shepherds feed the flock with sugared wind,
And turn the holy desk to stages bright,
Where polished phrases dance, and hearts are pinned
To self’s frail throne, not to the Lamb’s pure light—
Then sermons, once the thunder of God’s voice,
Become but TED-like sparks that briefly gleam,
With tales of triumph, tips for earthly choice,

And you are enough—a false, beguiling dream.

No more the sword of Spirit, whetted keen,
That pierces soul and marrow, sin to slay;
No exposition deep of what hath been
From Genesis to Patmos’ final day.
Instead, the itching ear receives its due:
Smooth words like balm, yet leaving wounds anew.

O Watchmen on the walls! Awake, arise!
Unfurl the Scroll, declare the whole counsel true.
Let not the age’s siren charm your eyes,
Nor crowd’s applause your sacred charge subdue.
For manna light from heaven’s table falls,
Not crumbs of wit or motivational thrall.

Christ’s bride deserves the feast, not empty show;
The cross, the blood, the narrow way made plain.
Repent, ye preachers! Let the Scriptures flow
As rivers living, breaking every chain.
Then shall the flock be fed, the weak made strong,
And glory rise where TED-like echoes die—
In pulpits purged, where God alone is sung,
Till heaven’s Well done resounds from on high.

A Closing Prayer

Heavenly Father,


We thank Thee for Thy holy Word, which is a lamp unto our feet and a light unto our path. Forgive us, O Lord, for the many pulpits where Thy truth has been exchanged for the wisdom of men. Raise up faithful preachers who will declare all the counsel of God without fear or compromise. Restore to Thy Church the power and purity of expository preaching. Stir the hearts of Thy people to hunger once more for the sincere milk and strong meat of Scripture. May our pastors feed Thy flock with the Bread of Life, and may Christ be exalted in every sermon.

In the mighty name of Jesus Christ our Lord,


Amen.

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The Two-Edged Word: Refusing the Counterfeit Gospel in the Laodicean Hour by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Luke warm, Royally Redeemed, Spiritual Warfare, The curse of being luke warm

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Poet’s Note

I wrote The Unbowed Counsel in the shadow of the prophets and apostles, conscious that the Church stands at a perilous hour much like Laodicea—lukewarm, rich in self-deception, yet wretched, miserable, poor, blind, and naked (Revelation 3:14–22). The poem is no mere literary exercise; it is a lamentation and a trumpet blast drawn from the whole counsel of God (Acts 20:27).

At its core burns the tension that modern sensibilities most dislike: the coincidentia oppositorum of divine attributes—the terrifying holiness of the Judge and the astonishing tenderness of the Saviour in one Triune God. “Our God is a consuming fire” (Hebrews 12:29; Deuteronomy 4:24) is not metaphor but reality; yet the same fire kindled the bush that was not consumed (Exodus 3) and was poured out upon the Son so that mercy might triumph over judgment (James 2:13). To excise either pole is to preach another gospel (Galatians 1:6–9).

The “anodynes of ease” are the opiates of therapeutic religion—smooth words that soothe the conscience without slaying the old man (Romans 6:6). They echo the false prophets who cried “Peace, peace” when there was no peace (Jeremiah 6:14; Ezekiel 13), offering a crossless grace that costs nothing and therefore redeems nothing. True grace, as Dietrich Bonhoeffer once warned, is costly because it cost God the blood of His Son. It demands repentance (metanoia—a total turning), mortification of sin, and conformity to the crucified and risen Christ.

The structure moves deliberately from diagnosis (the counterfeit gospel) through confrontation (the unbowed Word) to doxology (the mystery of wrath and mercy meeting at the cross). Every image is soaked in Scripture: the two-edged sword (Hebrews 4:12), the winepress (Isaiah 63:3; Revelation 19:15), the midnight cry (Matthew 25:6), the fan in the Judge’s hand (Matthew 3:12), the garments dipped in blood (Revelation 19:13), and the final trumpet that shall raise the dead and bow every knee (1 Corinthians 15:52; Philippians 2:10–11).I have chosen elevated, archaic-tinged diction not for ornament but for gravity—to echo the King James cadence that shaped the English-speaking Church for centuries. The poem refuses the therapeutic and the sentimental because the Bible refuses them. It insists that the same Lion who will roar in judgment is the Lamb who was slain. Only those who tremble at His Word (Isaiah 66:2) will find refuge beneath His wings.

If the lines wound, let them wound unto healing.


If they offend, let the offense be the offense of the cross (Galatians 5:11).


For in the end, there is no other Name, no other Gospel, and no other way to stand in that Day than clothed in the righteousness of Another.

Soli Deo gloria.
— The Poet

The Two-Edged Word & Power of Scripture

Hebrews 4:12
For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.

Revelation 1:16
And he had in his right hand seven stars: and out of his mouth went a sharp twoedged sword: and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength.

Ephesians 6:17
And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

Lukewarm / Laodicean Church & Counterfeit Gospel

Revelation 3:15-17
I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth. Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked.

2 Timothy 4:3-4
For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.

Jeremiah 6:14
They have healed also the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace.

Holiness, Judgment & the Fear of God

Hebrews 12:29
For our God is a consuming fire.

Hebrews 10:31
It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.

Malachi 3:2
But who may abide the day of his coming? and who shall stand when he appeareth? for he is like a refiner’s fire, and like fullers’ soap.

Call to Repentance & Awakening

Acts 17:30-31
And the times of this ignorance God winked at; but now commandeth all men every where to repent: Because he hath appointed a day, in the which he will judge the world in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained; whereof he hath given assurance unto all men, in that he hath raised him from the dead.

Revelation 3:19
As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.

Ephesians 5:14
Wherefore he saith, Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light.

Full Counsel of God

Acts 20:27
For I have not shunned to declare unto you all the counsel of God.Wrath & Mercy at the CrossRomans 3:25-26
Whom God hath set forth to be a propitiation through faith in his blood, to declare his righteousness for the remission of sins that are past, through the forbearance of God; To declare, I say, at this time his righteousness: that he might be just, and the justifier of him which believeth in Jesus.

Romans 11:22
Behold therefore the goodness and severity of God: on them which fell, severity; but toward thee, goodness, if thou continue in his goodness: otherwise thou also shalt be cut off.

Psalm 85:10
Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other.

O Age of silken sermons, honeyed lies,
Where pulpits peddle anodynes of ease—
A Christ recast in pastel sympathies,
Who never thunders, never wounds to heal.
Thy gospel is a mirror, bright and bland,
Reflecting back the self in flattering light;
No Sinai-smoke, no blood upon the lintel,
No narrow gate, no terror of the Night.

Yet stands the Word, undimmed, a two-edged blade,
That pierces joints and marrow, soul and spirit.
The Holy One whose eyes are flames of fire
Beholds the heart’s deep treachery unbidden.
“Be holy, for I AM,” the thunder cries
From burning bush through prophets’ scalding lips,
From Calvary’s cry to Patmos’ rolling skies—
The Judge who weighs the nations in His fist.

Where is the preaching that makes sinners quake?
The hammer on the rock of stony pride?
The arrow sharp that finds the conscience’ wake
And drives the soul, undone, to Christ’s pierced side?
Instead they chant of “journeys,” “best life now,”
Of love that never grieves, of wrath long dead.
A cross without its scandal, without its vow:
“Take up and follow”—or be spewed instead.

Awake, thou slumbering watchman on the wall!
The Bridegroom comes at midnight unawares.
His fan is in His hand; the chaff shall fall;
His winepress trod alone, His garments fair
With blood of grapes and blood of rebel kings.
No plea of culture, context, or of “grace”
Shall stay the sentence when the trumpet rings
And every hidden thing finds its true place.

Yet in that blaze of unrelenting light
Shines mercy’s mystery, deeper than the sea:
The Lamb once slain stands risen, robed in white,
Whose wounds cry louder than Golgotha’s plea.
He bore the cup thou couldst not taste and live;
He drank the dregs of wrath reserved for thee.
Repent—O ragged, ruined, ransomed slave—
And rise, clothed in His righteousness, set free.

This is the Gospel whole, unmaimed, untamed:
Both Judge most terrible and Saviour mild.
It slays the old man, burns away the stained,
Then quickens dust to glory undefiled.
Let modern prophets tremble, scribes grow pale;
Let soft assemblies hear the ancient roar.
The Lion of Judah breaks the seven seals—
Prepare thy soul. The Judge stands at the door.

He comes. He comes.
And every knee shall bow.

Closing Prayer

O Holy and Terrible God, consuming Fire and Wounded Lamb, we come trembling yet bold through the blood of the Lamb. Forgive us for peddling anodynes of ease while Thy two-edged Word lies sheathed. We have grown lukewarm and called it grace. Awaken us, pierce our hearts, and grant us godly sorrow that leads to repentance. Raise up faithful voices who will declare the whole counsel of God without shame. Clothe us in the righteousness of Christ alone. Let the Lion of Judah roar again through Thy Church, that when Thou appearest we may lift up our heads in joy and not be ashamed. Come quickly, Lord Jesus, and first come search us, refine us, and possess us wholly. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost we pray. Amen.

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Defy the Destroyer: Sin Destroys, Keep His Holy Ways by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

Evil is on the rise. In these last days, the mystery of iniquity works with ever greater power, lawlessness abounds, and the love of many grows cold. Sin no longer hides in shadow but parades openly, cloaked in the garments of liberty while dragging souls into captivity. It is a tragic hour: nations reel, hearts harden, consciences sear, and immortal souls perish by the thousands.

Like the prophets of old, I cry aloud: sin is no gentle deceiver but the ancient serpent, the very mystery of iniquity that wars against the soul. It flatters with the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, promising freedom while forging chains of death. From Eden to this present darkness, sin destroys, sin kills, sin ruins — both the hidden man of the heart and the mightiest kingdoms of men.

Yet the Gospel thunders with greater power: “The wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” Therefore, arise and shake off the dust! Repent, believe, and run to the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world. Keep His holy commandments, walk in the narrow way that leads to life, and abide in the Vine who alone can make you clean. Choose this day whom you will serve — sin unto death, or Christ unto righteousness and everlasting joy.

The night is far spent, the day is at hand. The Judge stands at the door. Flee to the Cross while mercy may still be found.

In solemn fear and fervent hope,
The Poet

Romans 6:23 – For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Romans 5:20 – Moreover the law entered, that the offence might abound. But where sin abounded, grace did much more abound.

2 Thessalonians 2:7 – For the mystery of iniquity doth already work…

Matthew 24:12 – And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold.

Isaiah 5:20 – Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil…

Ezekiel 33:11 – …Turn ye, turn ye from your evil ways; for why will ye die…

John 3:16 – For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Acts 4:12 – Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.

Proverbs 14:12 – There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.

Matthew 7:13-14 – Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction… Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life…

Hebrews 9:27 – And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment.

Joshua 24:15 – …choose you this day whom ye will serve…

In midnight’s vault where sin its feast prepares—
Immorality’s mask on every face,
The rebel will that every virtue dares,
The poison sweet that soils the soul’s pure grace—

It whispers lust and greed in honeyed tone,
Pride’s venom’d crown and wrath’s devouring flame,
With lies that turn the upright heart to stone
And trade immortal hope for fleeting shame.

Arise, O soul! Defy this inward foe,
Though every sense be stormed by siren lies;
Let not immorality’s chains thee overthrow,
Nor barter heaven’s dawn for twilight’s prize.

For sin, the thief in angel’s borrowed light,
Hath quenched great souls and toppled empires high,
Unravelled lives through immorality’s night,
And left but hollow ruins ‘neath the sky.

Yet they who stand, though thunder rends the sky
And hell itself unleashes blackest tide,
Uphold the light no darkness can defy—
The deathless flame that death cannot divide.

O mortal, hear and choose this very hour:
Sin destroys, kills, ruins—flee its power!
Choose life eternal, run to Christ the King,
Keep His holy ways—the path that leads to life.

Closing Prayer

Heavenly Father,

We come before You in the name of Your Son, Jesus Christ. You see the heaviness of this world and the rise of evil in our day. Sin destroys, kills, and ruins, yet Your mercy is greater. Thank You that where sin abounded, grace has much more abounded.

Lord, awaken hearts that are sleeping. Convict those walking in darkness. Draw the weary, the broken, and the rebellious to the foot of the Cross. Help us to repent, to run to Christ, and to keep Your holy ways — the narrow path that leads to life.

Strengthen every reader who encounters this poem. Give them courage to stand against sin and boldness to point others to the Savior. May Your Holy Spirit move through these words and bring many into Your Kingdom.

We give You all we have, Lord — our lives, our words, our time, and our influence. Use us for Your glory.

In the mighty, matchless name of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior, we pray.

Amen.

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O Earth Defiled – The Reprobate Age: Where Souls Forsake God and Delight in Their Own Damnation by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

I have not written these lines to amuse, nor to provoke idle debate. I have written them because the Spirit of the age grows thick with the very abominations Paul set forth in the first chapter of Romans, and the time for polite silence has passed.

We live in the open fulfillment of that dread indictment: a world that has deliberately cast God from its knowledge, and in return has been given over to a reprobate mind. What was once hidden in the shadows now parades in daylight, clothed in the garments of pride and celebrated with thunderous applause. Vice is no longer ashamed — it demands affirmation. Truth is no longer silenced — it is hunted.

This poem is a lamentation and a warning. It does not rejoice in the darkness, but it will not lie about it. If the words burn, it is because the reality they describe is already burning.

May the same God who gave men over to reprobation also grant them grace to repent, before the cup of wrath overflows and the final accounting begins.

In solemn witness,
The Poet

O Earth, defiled! O blind and reeling sphere,
Where once the Eternal stamped His image clear,
Now men have flung the knowledge of their God
Like refuse to the dogs, and in its stead
Have crowned the Abyss. Therefore the Almighty Hand
Hath loosed the reins: He gives them o’er, He gives!
To reprobate minds, to furnaces of night,
Where every spark of rectitude is quenched.

Behold the plague! Unrighteousness runs black
As pitch through every vein of mortal kind.
Fornication struts naked in the streets,
Crowned queen, and calls her filthiness delight.
Wickedness laughs from thrones of stolen gold;
Covetousness gnaws the bones of nations whole;
Malice, with serpent tongue, whispers and smiles;
Envy, green-eyed, devours her own brood.

Murder walks masked in robes of policy,
Debate is endless war with words for blades,
Deceit hath built her temples out of lies,
And malignity suckles at the breast
Of every infant soul. Whisperers swarm
Like flies on carrion; backbiters flay alive
The reputations of the upright few.
Haters of God lift high their brazen horns,
Proud boasters thunder, “We are gods ourselves!”
Inventors of all evil, ever new,
Disobedient spawn who trample hoary heads,
Without a drop of natural affection left—
Implacable as stone, unmerciful as

Hell.No understanding dwells within their skulls,
No covenant holds, no mercy tempers wrath.
They know—yes, they know—the judgment of the Lord,
That death is wages earned by such as these,
Yet not content with ruin of their own,
They clap, they cheer, they crown the very worst,
They celebrate the monster and the whore,
They feast upon the corpse of dying truth
And call the banquet progress, liberty, light.

This is our hour. Reprobate minds abound,
They rule the councils, they infest the schools,
They poison every fountain of the young,
They strut upon the stages, leer from screens,
They legislate abominations bold
And punish those who name them what they are.
The whole world groans beneath the iron yoke
Of minds delivered up to vomit filth
And call it freedom, minds that love the dark
More dearly than the soul that made the stars.

O dreadful spectacle! O terminal age!
Where good is crucified afresh each dawn,
Where evil wears the purple and the crown,
Where conscience is a relic, mercy weak,
And man, once little lower than the gods,
Crawls lower than the beasts that perish not.

Yet tremble, tyrants of the reprobate heart—
The Judge hath marked the measure of your days.
The cup of wrath is filling, drop by drop,
With every boast, with every shameless rite.
Repent or perish. Turn ye, turn ye now,
Before the heavens crack, before the fire
Consumes the stubble of your vaunted pride,
And leaves behind but ashes and His Name.

This age is Romans One made visible—
The wrath of God revealed from heaven plain
Against all who hold truth in unrighteousness.
Reprobate minds are everywhere.
And hell applauds.

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Gloria in Excelsis Mentis: A Consecration of Heart, Soul, and Mind to the Triune Throne by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Jul 2026

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From the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem was born in the quiet space between prayer and wonder. It seeks to weave the living threads of Scripture—Eden’s breath, Sinai’s fire, Jordan’s cleansing, Golgotha’s shadow, and the empty tomb’s dawn—into a single tapestry of consecration. Like the Psalmist who hid God’s word in his heart, and the Apostle who urged the renewal of the mind, I longed to offer a hymn not only of the lips but of the intellect, the affections, and the will.

In an age when thoughts scatter like chaff before every wind, the prayer remains simple yet immense: May all our thoughts in our hearts, souls, and minds glorify God. The classical form is deliberate—an echo of older voices who believed beauty, truth, and holiness could walk together in measured rhyme.

If these lines stir even one inward turning toward the Eternal, then they have done what they were sent to do.

With reverence and hope,
The Poet

Core Command — Loving God with Heart, Soul, and Mind

Matthew 22:37
Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.Mark 12:30
And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment.

Luke 10:27
And he answering said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.Renewal & Transformation of the Mind

Romans 12:2
And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

Ephesians 4:23
And be renewed in the spirit of your mind.

Philippians 4:8
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.2 Corinthians 10:5
Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ.

Thoughts & Inner Life Offered to God

Psalm 19:14
Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer.

Psalm 139:23-24
Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

Proverbs 23:7
For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he…Isaiah 26:3
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.

All for God’s Glory1 Corinthians 10:31
Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.Colossians 3:2
Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth.

Romans 11:36
For of him, and through him, and to him, are all things: to whom be glory for ever. Amen.1 Corinthians 6:20
For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s.

Additional Supporting Verses

Philippians 2:5
Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus.

1 Peter 1:13
Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.

Psalm 51:10
Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.

John 4:24
God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.

In shadowed halls where mortal musings dwell,
Where hearts like altars flicker, half-divine,
Let every thought arise as incense swell
And souls in ceaseless anthem intertwine.
As Eden’s dawn beheld the forming clay,
So fashion Thou our minds with holy fire;
Let Sinai’s thunder carve Thy law each day,
And Jordan’s wave our wandering hearts inspire.

No Babel-tower of pride shall scrape the skies,
Nor serpent’s whisper coil within the breast;
But as the Psalmist tuned his harp aright,
So tune our spirits to Thy high behest.
The Preacher’s vanity beneath the sun
Yields to the wisdom that in Christ is won.

O Triune Glory, purge the dross of night—
Let every pulse and breath proclaim Thy light.
From Golgotha’s dark tree to empty tomb,
Redeem our reason, till it be Thy throne;
Then shall the inner temple blaze with bloom,
And all within us cry, “Thy will alone.”
As seraphim with sixfold wings adore,
So let our thoughts in ceaseless worship soar.

Thus may the heart, the soul, the mind unite
In one grand doxology of delight—
Till heaven and earth in sweet communion blend,
And every knee in glory lowly bend.

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King Jesus Reigns Supreme: An Unyielding Battle Cry for America’s Soul Against Islam, Marxism, Demonic Darkness, and Moral Collapse by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem was written in fervent prayer and with a burning heart for our beloved country. It is not born of anger or hatred toward people, but of deep love for truth, righteousness, and the souls of men and women made in the image of God.

In an age when false ideologies rise boldly — seeking to enslave minds, nations, and consciences — I felt compelled by the Holy Spirit to lift up the Name that is above every name. Jesus Christ is not merely a religious figure; He is the living King, the Conqueror of darkness, the Redeemer of nations.

May these words stir your faith, strengthen your resolve, and call you to your knees. May they remind you that the battle belongs to the Lord, and that greater is He who is in us than he who is in the world.

Let us stand together — not in our own strength, but in the power of the Cross and the hope of the Resurrection — until our land turns back to Christ.

For His glory alone,

The Poet

Psalm 33:12

Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD; and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.

Additional Key Verses

Philippians 2:9-11

Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name: That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

Ephesians 6:12

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

2 Corinthians 10:3-4

For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war after the flesh: (For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;)

Matthew 28:18

And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.

John 8:36

If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.

2 Chronicles 7:14

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

Romans 8:37

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

Arise, O my nation, beneath heaven’s gaze,

Where liberty’s torch once defied darker days.

The shadows encroach—crescent, hammer, and horn—

Yet Christ is exalted, the Crucified, sworn.

No rival submission, no Marxist deceit,

No serpent’s seduction our souls shall entreat.

For Jesus, the Lion of Judah, has roared:

The grave could not hold Him; death is no more.

Islam’s rigid crescent demands every knee,

But we bow to the One who knelt at Gethsemane—

Whose blood bought redemption, whose stripes heal the scar,

Whose gospel of grace outshines every star.

Communism’s red idol, with envy enthroned,

Devours the fruitful, leaves fields overthrown.

Yet Christ is the Servant who washes our feet,

Who lifts up the lowly and makes the proud retreat.

Satanism’s mirror reflects only night,

Self twisted as god in its counterfeit light.

But at Jesus’ name every demon must flee—

The darkness dissolves in His sovereign decree.

Immorality’s flood, glittering, vile, and base,

Corrupts the pure spring and defiles sacred space.

Yet Christ is our holiness, Christ is our fire—

He fashions the fallen to temples of desire.

We war not with hatred but love from the Cross,

Not flesh against flesh, but the power of His loss.

Clad in His armor—truth, righteousness, shield—

We stand on the Word that the enemy yields.

Awake, Church of glory! Let revival ignite,

From sea unto sea in unquenchable light.

Teach children the Cross, the empty tomb’s song,

The blood that still cleanses, the hope ever strong.

No creed forged in conquest, no system of chains,

Can conquer the King who forever remains.

One nation under Christ, redeemed by His hand,

Restored by His mercy, made whole by His plan.

O Jesus, our Captain, our Shield, and our Sword,

Pour out Your Spirit as never before!

The darkness must tremble where saints take their stand—

For greater is He who indwells every land.

Lift high the Redeemer on mountain and stone:

“King Jesus is Lord—and His kingdom alone!”

The battle is won by the blood of the Lamb;

In Christ we are more than conquerors—

Amen.

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The Never-Ceasing Kindness of God: Our Anchor and Victory in These End Days by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In these trembling end times—when wars thunder, signs multiply, compromise and cruelty seem to fill the air, and the world feels heavy with uncertainty—my heart turns again and again to the one unshakable truth: the kindness of God never ceases.

When relationships fracture, institutions fail, trust in people crumbles, and all around us falters, He is our constant best friend. His kindness is not faint or fleeting, but fierce, faithful, and personal—closer than any earthly companion. It is the very light we can trust when everything else falls apart.

May these words comfort and strengthen you today. His mercy outshines every shadow, and His victory is already written. Hold fast. The dawn is coming.

With hope unbroken,

The Poet

This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.

— 2 Timothy 3:1-5

It is of the LORD’S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.

— Lamentations 3:22-23

O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.

— Psalm 136:1 (and repeated throughout the chapter)

But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.

— Matthew 24:13

Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ.

— Titus 2:13

In the hush of these end days, when shadows stretch long,

When nations rise against nations and the righteous grow strong,

The kindness of God flows like rivers unbound,

Never ceasing, unyielding, a mercy profound.

Through tempests that rage and the birth pangs that shake,

Earthquakes and famines, the signs of the wake,

When false lights deceive and the trumpet is blown,

His goodness descends as the dew on the morn.

In the flicker of trials, where hope seems to fade,

And the dragon grows restless in the darkening shade,

We lean not on princes or fortunes that rust—

His kindness alone is the anchor we trust.

It whispers through valleys where fear grips the soul,

Lifts up the weary as the ages unfold,

No storm can exhaust it, no night can prevail,

For the heart of the Father will never grow frail.

So rest in this truth as the heavens declare

The coming of glory beyond all despair—

Though kingdoms may crumble and stars fall like rain,

His endless compassion will rise once again.

He is faithful forever—hold fast to His hand,

In these closing of chapters, the Eternal has planned.

The kindness of God, never ceasing, our might—

**Victorious forever, our triumph, our light!**

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You Can’t Plumb His Depth: A Call to Passionately Pursue the Endless Christ(An Invitation to Dive Deeper Through Grief, Loss, and Every Season of Life) by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem was born from a single sentence spoken by a dear friend who has now gone on to Heaven. When I once considered chasing a PhD, she looked at me with sparkling eyes and said, “Pursue Christ—you can’t plumb His depth.”

Those words became a compass for my life. They have guided me through seasons of multiplied grief, through the slow fading of loved ones, and through nights when tears seemed the only language I had left.

In a world that often measures success by titles, achievements, and visible results, Pep’s gentle challenge still rings true: the greatest pursuit is Christ Himself. We will never reach the bottom of His love, never exhaust His comfort, never come to the end of His presence. Every sorrow, every tear, every loss becomes an invitation to go deeper still.

If you are walking through grief, through weariness, or through a season where life feels too heavy, this poem is for you. May it remind you that you are not alone, and that the depths of Christ are safe, endless, and full of grace.

Keep pursuing Him.

There is always more.

With love and shared hope,

The Poet (Debra)

Romans 11:33

O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out!

Ephesians 3:18-19

May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.

Philippians 3:8-10

Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ, And be found in him, not having mine own righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith: That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death.

Psalm 42:7

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

Jeremiah 29:13

And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.

Ephesians 1:17-19

That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give unto you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of him: The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may know what is the hope of his calling, and what the riches of the glory of his inheritance in the saints, And what is the exceeding greatness of his power to us-ward who believe, according to the working of his mighty power.

Isaiah 55:9

For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.

2 Corinthians 4:16-18

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

(A Call to Passionately Pursue Christ)

“Pursue Christ,” the voice still echoes, pure and strong,

“You cannot plumb His depth—dive deeper, come along.”

Not silver shallows shimmering at dawn’s first light,

But midnight oceans roaring with unmeasured might.

Leave fragile shores where comfort draws its fragile line,

And plunge beneath the surface of the Great Divine.

Past thunderous waves of grief that crash and cry,

Through caverns deep where hidden treasures lie.

His mercy is a galaxy without an edge,

His love, a molten river no heart can fully gauge.

When losses fall like autumn leaves in golden rain,

And loved ones slip like twilight into heaven’s gain,

Still deeper calls the Voice that calms the storm-tossed sea,

“Descend, beloved—there is always more of Me.”

Each tear becomes a pearl within His sacred keep,

Each ache a golden doorway to the deep.

Pursue Him when the night is velvet-black and wide,

When silence presses heavy and the heart is tried.

You’ll chase His heart through galaxies of grace,

And find He is an ocean with no shore, no resting place.

So chase Him, soul, with hungry hands outstretched,

Through joy’s bright meadows and through sorrow’s shadowed stretch.

For only in these depths is life made whole and true—

Where Christ, the endless Sea, keeps calling you.

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Tears Into Chandeliers: Heaven’s Redemption of Every Hidden Sorrow by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Jul 2026

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(A Poem of Hope for Those Who Weep in the Valley, Knowing Heaven Redeems Every Tear)

A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem was born in a season when tears seemed to fall without end. Grief upon grief had come — the slow goodbye to my mother, the heavy battle my nephew is fighting, and the quiet ache of losing dear friends who have “graduated to Heaven.” In the middle of it all, the gentle thought arrived: Our tears will be chandeliers in Heaven one day.

I wanted to remind myself, and anyone else walking through multiplied sorrow, that nothing is wasted in the Father’s hands. Every tear you have cried in secret, every ache you have carried alone, every midnight watch beside someone you love — He has collected them all. The same tender Craftsman who turned water into wine is turning our weeping into something radiant that will reflect His glory forever.

If you are in a season where the tears keep coming, please know this: your sorrow is not invisible. It is precious. One day those tears will hang as chandeliers of light in the Father’s house, casting rainbows across eternity and telling the story of how you trusted Him even when it hurt.

Until that day, may you find comfort in knowing He is gathering every drop with love.

You are seen.

You are held.

Your tears will shine.

With hope and compassion,

The Poet (Debra)

Psalm 56:8

Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?

Revelation 21:4

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

Isaiah 61:3

To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.

Psalm 30:5

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

2 Corinthians 4:17

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.

Revelation 7:17

For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.

Isaiah 25:8

He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the LORD hath spoken it.

Psalm 126:5-6

They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.

Romans 8:18

For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.

In Heaven’s high vaults where sorrow is redeemed,

No tear falls wasted on the ground below;

Each crystal drop the Father has esteemed,

Is gathered, held, and made forever glow.

The salt of midnight watches by a mother’s bed,

The silent streams for sons who fight unseen,

The aching hours when fear and hope are wed—

All caught in hands that once calmed Galilee.

There, in the light no shadow dares defile,

The Craftsman shapes them into chandeliers,

Suspended high above the golden aisle,

To cast the Lamb’s own radiance through endless years.

Not cold, dead stone, but living light they shine—

Each facet holds a story of His grace:

A mother’s fading smile, a nephew’s valiant fight,

A heart that chose to trust in sorrow’s place.

They hang like stars above the throne of love,

Refracting pain into a prism’s fire;

Where once were only groans from earth below,

Now rainbows dance where seraphim aspire.

So weep, dear soul, when waves of grief run deep—

Your tears are not in vain, though darkness veils the dawn.

One day you’ll lift your eyes and truly see

How every sorrow sparkled where the King has drawn.

You are seen.

You are held.

Your tears will shine—

Transformed into glory, eternally divine.

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