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Sonnet on Psalm 1 by Debbie Harris

18 Tuesday Aug 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Celebratory, Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings

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Dear Reader,

In a world thick with darkness—where the loudest voices counsel compromise, the crowd rewards the cynic, and the broad road leads only to loss—Psalm 1 still issues its quiet, counter-cultural call. It echoes the same truth spoken by the prophets and fulfilled in Christ: that those who delight in the Lord’s instruction, meditating on it day and night, become like trees planted by streams of living water, bearing fruit in season while the chaff is driven away. This is not a summons to withdraw from the world, but to live as light within it—rooted in the Word, sustained by the One who knows the way of the righteous, and unmoved by the wind that scatters everything else. May these lines draw you back to the only stream that never runs dry.

— The Poet

Psalm 1 (Amplified)

Blessed—happy, fortunate, prosperous, and enviable—is the person who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked [following their advice and example],

nor stand in the path of sinners,

nor sit down to rest in the seat of scoffers and mockers.

But his complete delight and desire are in the law of the Lord,

and on His law (the precepts, the instructions, the teachings of God) he habitually meditates (ponders and studies) by day and by night.

And he shall be like a tree firmly planted [and fed] by streams of water,

which yields its fruit in its season;

its leaf does not wither;

and in whatever he does, he prospers [and comes to maturity].

Not so the wicked [those who live in rebellion against God].

They are like chaff [worthless, dead, without substance] which the wind drives away.

Therefore the wicked will not stand [and be justified] in the judgment,

nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous [those who are upright and in right standing with God].

For the Lord knows and fully approves the way of the righteous,

but the way of the wicked will perish [and come to destruction].

Sonnet

Blessed is the one who will not walk the road

Where wicked counsel leads the heart astray,

Nor stand with sinners in their dark abode,

Nor sit with scoffers in their idle play.

Instead, the law of God becomes delight,

A quiet fire that burns both day and night;

Like trees beside a river, deep and bright,

Whose leaves stay green and fruit arrives in light.

In every season such a life will thrive,

While all it touches prospers and grows strong.

The wicked are not so—mere chaff they live,

Scattered by wind and gone before too long.

The Lord sustains the path the righteous keep;

The way of sinners ends in dust and sleep.

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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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Be Still and Know That God Is on the Throne by Debbie Harris

01 Wednesday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Christ-centered poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Royally Redeemed, Triumphant

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Dear Reader,

In the latter days, when the foundations of the earth are shaken and the kingdoms of men reel to and fro like a drunkard (Isaiah 24:20), when the dragon grows wroth and the night seems long, I set forth this song of ascents. It is a meditation upon the eternal decree of the Most High, who “sitteth upon the circle of the earth” and “bringeth the princes to nothing” (Isaiah 40:22–23). Take heed, weary pilgrim: the Lord of Hosts has not abdicated His throne. The Lamb that was slain is the Lion who has prevailed. Though principalities and powers rage, though death and hell lift up their voice, yet “the Lord reigneth; let the earth rejoice” (Psalm 97:1). Be still, therefore, and know that I AM is God (Psalm 46:10). He who commanded light out of darkness, who stilled the waves with a word, who burst the bars of the grave — He abideth faithful upon the throne of glory, high and lifted up. His mercy endureth forever, and His kingdom shall have no end. May these lines be as a lamp unto thy feet in the valley of the shadow, and a banner of triumph lifted high against the gathering gloom. Unto Him who is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy — to the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen.

The Poet

Be still, O soul, when darkness veils the land,
When tempests roar, and mountains bow in fear,
When tyrants boast, and hell’s black legions stand,
And every mortal hope dissolves in tears.
The cosmos trembles, yet one truth is known—
Be still, and know: God sits upon the throne.

Supreme in light no mortal eye can bear,
Where seraphim in ceaseless worship fall,
He reigns unchallenged, sovereign everywhere,
The Ancient One who fashioned earth and all.
No storm, no sword, no shadow of the night
Can dim the splendor of His holy light.

Though empires sink like stones in raging seas,
Though war and plague consume the works of men,
Though grief may crush and sorrow’s tempest seize
The broken heart again and yet again—
Still from His throne the King of Glory sings,
And bends all chaos to His purposes.

Be still, my heart, when death draws near thy door,
When loved ones sleep beneath the cold, dark sod.
Lift up thine eyes! The risen Lord before
Has shattered graves and triumphed over blood.
The Lion roars; the darkness flees His face—
The throne stands firm, unmovable by grace.

Triumphant! Let the dragon rage and roar,
Let hell unleash its final, furious tide—
The Lamb once slain has conquered evermore;
His victory echoes far and wide.
All knees shall bow, all tongues at last proclaim:
The Lord is on the throne, forever reigning!

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Triumphant in Grace: Building Yourselves Up in Most Holy Faith by Debbie Harris

23 Thursday Apr 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Celebratory, Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings

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This triumphant poem expands Jude 1:20-21 (KJV), calling believers to build on most holy faith, pray in the Holy Spirit, stay rooted in God’s love, and eagerly await Christ’s mercy leading to eternal life. It moves from active spiritual building to victorious hope in Christ’s return.Structure note: Seven quatrains in flowing ABCB rhyme with hymn-like rhythm, creating a clear ascent from obedience to triumphant glory.

But you, beloved, building up yourselves on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Ghost, keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.”
~ Jude 1:20-21 (KJV)

O beloved, lift your eyes beyond the fray,
Where tempests rage and shadows seek to bind,
Build high your faith upon the Rock today—
A tower of holy fire, unconfined.

With hands of prayer that grasp the Spirit’s wind,
Invoke the breath that shakes the ancient deep;
Let tongues of glory from your spirit ascend,
A ceaseless anthem where the angels keep.

Keep yourselves within the love of God,
A fortress blazing, golden, fierce, and true—
No wave of doubt, no night of fear can mar
The blazing heart where His affection grew.

Wait—O triumphant wait!—for mercy’s crown,
The Lord’s return in splendor, swift and bright;
His mercy like a river rushing down
To carry souls into eternal light.

Behold the dawn! The trumpet splits the skies,
The King descends with healing in His wings;
We rise as one, with victory in our eyes,
And sing the song the ransomed sinner sings.

Beloved, stand! The battle’s won in grace,
Eternal life awaits your lifted face.


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In a Moment, In the Twinkling — Unlike Any Hour by Debbie Harris

21 Tuesday Apr 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Christ-centered poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings

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Where empires rose and crumbled into dust,
The threads of prophecy now interlace—
A tapestry of fire, of storm, of trust.

Wars whisper “nation against nation” still,
Yet echo louder than the ancient drums;
Earthquakes shake the cradles of the hills,
And famines stalk where golden harvests once
Bent heavy under sun and gentle rain.

Pestilence in vials, deception’s art—
False lights that flicker where the truth once shone;
The fig tree greens again on sacred ground,
And Israel stands, a beacon and a stone.

Knowledge surges like a tidal wave,
Yet wisdom falters in the hearts of men;
The gospel races to the farthest isle,
While lawlessness unchains what once was pen.

The Restrainer holds, but tremors tell
His grip may loosen in the appointed hour.
The Bridegroom’s footsteps echo soft and near—
Not with trumpet blast that shakes the tower,
But sudden, silent as the thief at night.

O Church, awake! Lift up your weary eyes.
The birth pains quicken; labor’s cry is near.
In twinkling moment, in a breath, a sigh,
The dead in Christ shall rise without a tear,
And we who linger shall be caught away—

To clouds of glory, to the wedding feast,
Where every sorrow finds its swift release.
No eye has seen, no ear has fully heard
The joy that waits beyond this trembling veil.

So watch, beloved. The signs are not in vain.
They point, they converge, they call like distant horn:
“Behold, He comes!”—and all shall be made new
In that grand event, that blessed Rapture morn.

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The Holy Spirit’s Faithful Guard: What He Has Never Done and Never Will by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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O Holy Spirit, faithful Guide and Dove,
You never lead the soul where Scripture forbids.
Your gentle touch anoints with truth and love,
And never plants rebellion in our hearts or minds.

You will not call a woman to the role
Of shepherd, ruling over men in church;
Creation’s order stands — from Eden’s dawn —
Christ is the Head, and men reflect His worth.

You never lead a single soul to sin,
To break the vows of marriage or betray;
Your voice brings holiness and self-control,
Convicting us to walk the narrow way.

You do not need our money to release
A single blessing from the Father’s hand;
Grace flows unearned, through faith and not through fees —
No coin can buy what only God commands.

You give no guarantee of health or wealth
To every believer who calls on His name;
Some saints will suffer, carry thorns, or pain,
Yet find their strength and treasure still the same.

You do not force the tongue to speak in noise,
In unknown sounds that only one can know;
True gifts build up the church with ordered voice,
Or lift the heart in quiet prayer alone.

You never speak a word against the Book,
Never twist the Scriptures or contradict;
The Bible is Your lantern, truth Your light —
You guide us ever by what God has writ.

Great Spirit, guard Your church from every lie,
From teachings smooth that tickle itching ears;
Keep humble hearts in holy fear and awe,
And test each spirit till the truth appears.

For You are seal and guarantee and Guide,
Always pointing us to Jesus Christ the Lord —
In Him the Father’s perfect will abides,
Unchanging, pure, according to Your Word.

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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

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Praise, Thanksgiving

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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.

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 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.

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 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!

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 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.

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 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.

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 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!”

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 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!

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Empty Hands Raised in Victory’s Tide: Longing to Do More for My Precious Savior by Debbie Harris

01 Sunday Mar 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, Royally Redeemed, salvation, Thanksgiving

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I wish I could do more, my Lord, my King,
For You who gave everything—
Your hands pierced, Your side torn wide,
To raise me up in victory’s tide.

Yet here I stand with empty hands,
A heart that burns, yet scarce began
To match the grace that set me free,
The boundless love You poured on me.

Still, in the quiet, small and true,
I offer what my soul can do:
A whispered praise at break of day,
A step of faith along Your way.

A cup of water given kind,
A listening ear, a soul aligned—
These humble threads, though frail they seem,
You weave into a greater dream.

So take my “more,” though small it be,
And multiply it, Lord, through me.
Until that day I see Your face,
And all my striving finds its place.

In Your mercy, let it be enough—
My all for You, my precious love.

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The Absurd Contradiction of Relativism Laid Bare: He Who Proclaimeth “There Is No Absolute Truth” Hath Already Testified Against Himself in the Sight of Him Who Is the Way, the Truth, and the Life by Debbie Harris

19 Thursday Feb 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings

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This Shakespearean sonnet exposes the self-contradiction of relativism: anyone claiming “truth is relative” unwittingly asserts an absolute truth—that relativity is universally true—thus sawing off the branch they sit on. Rooted in pride, relativism rejects logic while depending on it, mistaking chaos for freedom. The poem concludes by calling readers to abandon shifting shadows and embrace the unmoved, eternal, pure Truth—Jesus Christ, the Way, the Truth, and the Life (John 14:6 KJV). Turn to Jesus Christ, the only Savior of the world, for He alone is the absolute Truth that stands forever and offers true liberty from deception.

In essence: Relativism collapses the moment it speaks, proving absolute truth inescapable. Turn to Jesus Christ, the only Savior of the world.

John 14:6 (KJV)
Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

Shall truth itself be made a wandering guest,
A shape that shifts with every mortal mind?
If all is relative, then none may rest
On solid ground, for certainty is blind.
Yet he who claims “no absolute may reign”
Doth forge a blade that cuts his own decree:
For in that very word his lips maintain
An absolute — that relativity must be.

O sweet contradiction, born of pride,
Thou bidst the law of non-contradiction flee,
Yet leanest on its breast where logic died,
And callest chaos truth’s own liberty.

Let tongues that love the shadow turn to light:
Truth stands unmoved — eternal, pure, and bright.

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No Trumpets, Only Lamps: Enduring Faith in a Gospel-Rejecting World by Debbie Harris

12 Thursday Feb 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Christ-centered poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings

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No Trumpets, Only Lamps: Enduring Faith in a Gospel-Rejecting World is a meditative poem in classical rhyming couplets that explores how believers are called to live faithfully in a culture that has largely rejected the gospel.It portrays the present era as “sin-sick” and darkened, where truth is scorned and former wrongs are celebrated. Rather than responding with loud confrontation, forced persuasion, or retreat into isolation, Christians are depicted as quiet pilgrims and watchmen: offering mercy, forgiving preemptively, speaking the gospel gently amid mockery, planting gardens in exile, and setting tables for the estranged.The poem emphasizes humble, costly witness—bearing the gospel as broken bread and cool water rather than a sword or banner, holding a lowly light so that even the spiritually blind may feel its warmth. It acknowledges the heavy nights of discouragement and the weight of rejection, yet counters them with glimpses of unmerited grace and the assurance of God’s unchanging love.The closing stanza turns toward patient hope: the faithful do not crave human approval but labor and watch in quiet expectation, trusting that the Master will return at dawn and find them steadfast.In essence, the poem is an encouragement to persevere with humble, incarnational faithfulness—neither conquering nor withdrawing, but simply carrying the light until the Lord calls His people home.

In this sin-sick age, where gospel truth is spurned,
And men in darkness clap what once was mourned,
We dwell as pilgrims, steadfast, undismayed,
Not by the crowd’s acclaim, but by the Word obeyed.

No trumpets blast to force the deaf to hear,
No flight to hills where silence reigns austere;
But quiet witness in the market’s din—
A steady lamp where shadows gather in.

We offer mercy when the stones are cast,
Forgive before the penitent is asked;
We speak the old, unwelcome, saving name,
Though mocked as folly in this age of shame.

Like watchmen posted on the midnight tower,
We hold the vigil through the darkening hour;
The horn may sound, unheard by sleeping throng,
Yet faithfulness endures, though none prolong.

As exiles planting gardens in dry ground,
We set a table where no kin are found;
The cross remains though scaffolds rise anew—
Its victim’s love the age cannot undo.

Some nights the weight of scorn would make us fall,
The fevered tide seems to have drowned us all;
Yet grace slips in, unbidden, undeserved—
A stranger’s kindness, undeservedly preserved.

So bear the gospel, not as conquering sword,
Nor trophy bright, nor banner loudly roared,
But broken bread in hands that shake with care,
Cool water offered though the lips may swear.

A lowly light, held close that blind may feel
Its warmth before the eye can see it real.
We dwell not craving praise from men below,
But waiting for the dawn that God shall show—
Who bids us labor till the Master come,
And finds us watching when He calls us home.

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