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A Sonnet on the Tragedy of Forsaking God’s Truth for a Reprobate Mind’s Dark Immoral Path by Debbie Harris

09 Thursday Oct 2025

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The Shakespearean sonnet, titled A Sonnet on the Tragedy of Forsaking God’s Truth for a Reprobate Mind’s Dark Immoral Path, explores the tragic consequences of rejecting God’s holy ways, as inspired by Romans 1:28 and related KJV verses. It describes how humanity, by choosing not to retain God’s truth (Romans 1:28), falls into a “reprobate mind,” pursuing fleeting lusts and idolatry (Romans 1:25). This leads to folly (Romans 1:22), as people rely on their own flawed paths (Jeremiah 10:23), resulting in sin’s deadly consequences (James 1:15). The sonnet paints a somber picture of spiritual darkness and despair but concludes with hope, as God calls the wayward to return to His mercy and life (Jeremiah 3:22). The poem underscores the tragedy of self-inflicted ruin while affirming divine grace.

  • Romans 1:28: “And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not convenient.”
  • Romans 1:25: “Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the creature more than the Creator, who is blessed for ever. Amen.”
  • Romans 1:22: “Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools.”
  • Jeremiah 10:23: “O LORD, I know that the way of man is not in himself: it is not in man that walketh to direct his steps.”
  • James 1:15: “Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.”
  • Jeremiah 3:22: “Return, ye backsliding children, and I will heal your backslidings. Behold, we come unto thee; for thou art the LORD our God.

In shadows cast by willful, erring choice,
The heart, unmoored, defies the sacred call,
And spurns the truth where heaven’s joys rejoice,
To chase the fleeting shades that lead to fall.
With minds reprobate, they weave their chains,
Embracing lies that glitter in the night,
Yet every step compounds their soul’s deep pains,
As sin’s deceit obscures the holy light.
No peace abides where God’s commands are scorned,
But restless voids that echo with despair,
For paths apart from grace are bruised and torn,
And lead to wastes where hope cannot repair.
Yet still His mercy whispers through the strife,
To turn the lost to everlasting life.

Shadows of the Steeple: Metrics Over Mercy by Debbie Harris

13 Saturday Sep 2025

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(A lament in verse, echoing timeless tensions in the faith: where cultural allure and quantifiable “success” eclipse the unadorned power of the Gospel’s promise—that Jesus saves the lost, not the trending. Inspired by reflections on church resilience amid relevance’s pull.

In the hallowed halls where echoes once rang true,
The Precious Church of Jesus Christ now hums
With algorithms of approval, screens aglow—
Metrics marching like a metronome of might,
Where “likes” ascend like incense to the cloud,
And relevance reigns, a scepter sharp and bright.
Culture’s chorus swells in viral verse and verse,
A symphony of scrolls that scroll the soul away,
While the Gospel whispers, faint as fading hearse:
“I am the way, the truth, the life,” He says,
Yet drowned in data streams and trending praise.

Oh, seeker of the saved, the Lamb who left the ninety-nine,
Who dined with debtors, healed the halt and blind—
Has your light grown dim in this electric shrine?
The numbers climb: attendance apps that tally throngs,
Engagement engines fueled by fleeting fire,
Hashtags of heaven, but hearts adrift in wrongs.
Culture courts the crowd with coffee bars and bands,
Relevance robes the ragged in designer grace,
While Jesus stands at the door, nail-scarred hands,
Knocking not for nods, but for a contrite face.
“For God so loved the world,” the ancient cry,
That whosoever believes might never die—
But now ’tis whosoever shares, reposts, complies.

Precious Church, your altars altared to the age,
Where faithfulness fades for followers’ fleeting gaze,
The Savior’s story sidelined on salvation’s stage.
Culture’s crown is heavy, relevance a rusted chain,
Binding bold belief to bland conformity’s bane.
Yet in the quiet quake of Calvary’s refrain,
The Gospel gleams: not in grandeur’s grand design,
But in the grace that grips the guilty, makes them thine.
Return, O bride, to the blood that bought the broken whole;
Let metrics melt like morning mist, and mercy take control.
For Jesus saves—not by the scroll of social score,
But by the cross that counts the cost, and opens heaven’s door.

Echoes In the Sanctuary by Debbie Harris

13 Saturday Sep 2025

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In spires of stained glass, where light bends low,
The Precious Church of Jesus Christ stands tall—
A fortress woven from whispers of the past,
Threads of tradition, embroidered with gold.
Here, the organ hums hymns of harvest moons,
And altars gleam with relics, polished by hands
That trace lineages older than the sea.

But wait—does the Savior linger in the nave,
Or has He slipped behind the velvet drape?
The culture claims the front-row pews, adorned
In robes of ritual, crowns of custom worn
Like halos forged in fires of forgotten kings.
Echoes of emperors and councils convene,
Their voices drowning the Galilean’s plea:
“Follow me,” not the map of marble halls.

Oh, Precious Church, your stones sing of the soul’s
Salvation scripted in scrolls of solemn rite—
Yet where is the wanderer, the outcast’s friend,
The one who dined with sinners, mended the night?
The culture dances in the aisles, a masquerade
Of feasts and fasts, of flags and fervent cries,
While Jesus waits beyond the bolted gate,
His feet still dusty from the desert’s sighs.

Is it the edifice we exalt, or Him within?
The scaffold of saints, or the Carpenter’s grin?
For in the clamor of creeds and choral swell,
The culture reigns, a queen upon the throne—
And Jesus? He is the quiet cornerstone,
Rejected by builders, yet holding heaven’s spell.
Return, O flock, to the Lamb’s unyielding light;
Let culture bow, and Christ reclaim the night.

Psalm 62:5-6 – A Sonnet of Unshaken Soul, Ablaze with Celestial Hues by Debbie Harris

13 Saturday Sep 2025

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Summary of the Sonnet: Psalm 62:5-6 – A Sonnet of Unshaken Soul, Ablaze with Celestial Hues

This vivid sonnet, inspired by King David’s Psalm 62:5-6, weaves a tapestry of serene trust amid life’s tempests, urging the soul to find unyielding refuge in God alone. The opening quatrain paints a pilgrim’s quiet vigil by murmuring streams in emerald glades, where dawn’s honeyed glow dissolves shadows, birthing hope from night’s silken embrace—echoing the psalm’s call to “wait in silence” for divine expectation.

The second quatrain elevates God as a colossal rock, veined with quartz-fire and gripped by emerald vines, defying indigo gales and sapphire furies—an immovable sentinel pulsing with obsidian calm, symbolizing salvation’s forge against thunder’s faltering fists.

In the third, grace flows as molten gold rivers, revealing moon-silvered spires and pearl banners fluttering on mist-cloaked peaks, where cobalt storms lash futilely at hearths of unquenchable refuge, affirming God as the fortress where fearful hearts prevail.

The final sestet roots resilience in obsidian anchors delving earth’s marrow, unbowed by cerulean vortexes and amethyst shrouds of scheming foes; grace cascades honey-sweet over ochre ruins, with aureate trumpets shattering gloom, as mountains of whispering frost guard star-scattered valleys—declaring the soul’s unmoved stand in profound, eternal light.

The couplet resolves in a triumphant silhouette against vermilion horizons, tumult ebbing to gold-leaf repose, where trust’s petals bloom in flame-gardens, anointed by peace’s starry fatness—capturing the psalm’s emphatic refrain: God alone as rock, salvation, and fortress, unshaken amid betrayal’s siege.

O soul of mine, in velvet hush repose,
Where crystalline streams murmur ancient lore,
Their silver threads weaving through emerald glades,
And shadows dissolve in dawn’s honeyed glow,
A pilgrim’s brow kissed by the blushing veil
Of heaven’s first light, bruised lavender yielding
To amber flames that lick the horizon’s edge,
Birthing hope from the womb of silken night.

He stands as my rock, veined with quartz-fire’s gleam,
Unyielding ‘gainst gales that howl in indigo wrath,
Vines of verdant faith coiling like emerald serpents
O’er flanks scarred by tempests of sapphire fury,
A sentinel colossal, its obsidian heart
Pulsing calm where thunder’s bruised fists falter.

My salvation, forged in celestial pyres,
Where molten gold cascades in rivers of grace,
And fearful hearts find spires of moon-silvered stone,
Mist-cloaked bastions clawing jagged peaks of pearl,
Banners of peace unfurling like dawn’s fragile wings
Against the cobalt lash of storms that cannot breach
The hearth’s golden flicker, unquenchable refuge
In chambers where echoes of tempests dissolve to dew.

No earthly shadow can rend this hallowed loam,
Roots delving deep as obsidian anchors into
Earth’s marrow-rich core, unbowed by vortex swirls
Of slate and cerulean rage, stark quills of raven ink
Tracing resilience through soils where phantoms coil
Yet fade like mist before the sun’s aureate trumpet.

Though schemes of foes creep in twilight’s amethyst shroud,
I stand in grace’s profound cascade, honey-sweet
O’er ochre ruins reborn in light’s triumphant pyre,
Ramparts eternal silencing whispers of siege
With trumpets of electrum that shatter the gloom.
Unmoved, as mountains of ancient granite guard
Valleys deep-carved by rivers of star-scattered ink,
Their crests crowned in veils of eternal, whispering frost.

Thus let thy wild tumult ebb, O waiting heart,
For God alone ignites the endless dawn’s decree,
A silhouette ablaze ‘gainst vermilion horizons,
Soul moored in gold-leaf thrones of divine repose,
Where every petal of trust blooms in gardens of flame,
And the fatness of peace anoints the weary with stars.

In the End, God Wins: The Universal Confession of Christ’s Lordship and the Tragedy of the Lost by Debbie Harris

17 Sunday Aug 2025

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The poem, inspired by Philippians 2:10-11, is a majestic and exquisite celebration of Jesus Christ’s universal sovereignty as King of Kings and Lord of Lords. It portrays all creation—saints, angels, and even those who rejected Him—bowing before His name in awe and confessing His divine authority. The redeemed rejoice in the grace of Christ’s sacrificial blood, while the poem laments the tragic fate of unredeemed souls who, despite seeing His glory, face sorrow for refusing salvation. Vivid imagery of heavens, stars, and earth underscores God’s triumphant reign, culminating in the affirmation that, in the end, God’s love and victory prevail over all.

Philippians 2:10-11 KJV


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.

In realms where starlight weaves its golden thread,
And heavens bow beneath the Savior’s tread,
The name of Jesus echoes, vast, supreme,
The King of Kings, the heart of every dream.
All knees shall bend, from earth to cosmic shore,
All tongues confess: He reigns forevermore.

The saints, redeemed by blood so freely spilled,
Rejoice in grace, their hearts with glory filled.
With crowns of light, they sing His holy name,
Their souls ablaze with love’s unyielding flame.
Yet those who turned, who spurned the Lamb’s embrace,
Will see His face and know their rightful place.

From mountain heights to valleys steeped in shade,
From rebel hearts to thrones that pride has made,
All eyes will see the truth that pierces night,
The Lord of Lords in everlasting light.
No shadow flees, no refuge can abide,
Where Christ’s dominion will not override.

How tragic is the soul that stands apart,
Unmoored, unclaimed, with cold and hardened heart!
The blood of Christ, that crimson tide of grace,
Was shed for all, yet some deny its place.
To see His glory, yet to know too late,
The weight of choice that seals their final fate.

Oh, bitter tears for those who kneel in dread,
Unsaved, unhealed, by mercy never led!
The Lamb’s own blood, the ransom freely paid,
Could cleanse their sin, yet they His call evade.
While heaven sings and galaxies align,
Their hearts lament the loss of love divine.

Yet still His mercy calls through time and space,
A Savior’s heart extends to every race.
Before the throne, where justice meets with grace,
The door remains for those who seek His face.
In the end, God’s triumph shall unfold,
His boundless love, more precious than all gold.

Eternal King, whose name all worlds adore,
Your victory reigns from shore to endless shore.
The redeemed rise, their songs forever ring,
While Christ, the Lord, is crowned as sovereign King.
All will know, all will see, all will bow,
The Lamb’s redemption reigns forever now.

The Glorious Return of the Faithful and True: Sovereign Christ, Crowned in Eternal Majesty by Debbie Harris

05 Tuesday Aug 2025

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The poem, titled “The Glorious Return of the Faithful and True: Sovereign Christ, Crowned in Eternal Majesty”, vividly portrays the triumphant return of Jesus Christ as described in Revelation 19:11-16. It presents Christ as the majestic rider on a white horse, embodying divine authority, righteousness, and victory. Key imagery includes His fiery eyes that pierce all darkness, a blood-dipped robe symbolizing His sacrifice, a mysterious name known only to Himself, and a sharp sword from His mouth representing the power of His word. The poem depicts Christ leading heaven’s armies, treading the winepress of divine judgment, and reigning as the eternal King of Kings and Lord of Lords. The tone is regal and reverent, emphasizing His justice, mercy, and unassailable sovereignty, with vivid descriptions of His glory and the ultimate triumph over evil. The poem concludes with a call for all to bow before His eternal reign, capturing the awe-inspiring vision of Christ’s return.

From heavens rent, the skies unfold,
A vision gleams, eternal, bold.
Upon a steed, white as the morn,
The King of Kings in might is born.

His eyes, like flames, burn through the night,
No sin can hide from piercing light.
With righteous gaze, He sees all truth,
His judgment swift, His verdict sooth.

His robe, dipped red with sacred cost,
Bears witness to the blood He lost.
The Faithful One, the Word divine,
His victory shines through endless time.

A name He bears, known but to Him,
A mystery veiled where angels hymn.
Yet crowns on crowns His head adorn,
The Lord of Lords, forever sworn.

His charger treads where darkness falls,
Its thunder shakes the ancient walls.
No earthly throne could bear His reign,
For He is truth, and none shall wane.

From His mouth springs a sword of might,
Its edge divides the wrong from right.
He treads the winepress, fierce and just,
And evil’s pride returns to dust.

Behind Him ride the hosts of heaven,
In linen white, their sins forgiven.
No weapon drawn, yet they prevail,
For Christ alone shall never fail.

O Sovereign Lord, whose rule is sure,
Whose mercy makes the broken pure,
Your name alone makes shadows flee,
Your kingdom stands eternally.

King of Kings, with glory bright,
Your voice resounds through endless light.
Lord of Lords, all powers confess,
Your reign shall know no end, no less.

Ride forth, O Christ, in splendor grand,
The scepter firm within Your hand.
All knees shall bow, all hearts shall sing,
To You, the everlasting King.

The Radiant Diadem of the Father’s Name, Sealing the 144,000 as Heaven’s Chosen Heralds Against the Beast’s Curse in the Last Days’ Fire by Debbie Harris

04 Monday Aug 2025

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The Radiant Diadem of the Father’s Name, Sealing the 144,000 as Heaven’s Chosen Heralds Against the Beast’s Curse in the Last Days’ Fire is a vivid, majestic poem that celebrates the biblical seal of God placed on the 144,000 young, virgin Jews during the Tribulation, as described in Revelation 7:2-4, 9:4, and 14:1 (KJV). The seal, depicted as a radiant, celestial diadem bearing the Father’s name, marks these chosen servants for divine protection against God’s judgments and the Antichrist’s wrath, distinguishing them from those with the mark of the beast (Revelation 13:16-17). The poem portrays the 144,000 as heaven’s heralds, boldly preaching the Gospel to bring a multitude from all nations to salvation (Revelation 7:9-10), and as royal heirs under the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, anointed with divine glory.

The imagery is breathtaking, with the seal likened to a supernova’s holy pyre, sapphire seas, comet-like rubies, emerald Eden, and auroras’ waltz, creating a “wow” effect that underscores the seal’s divine splendor. The poem emphasizes the 144,000’s privileged role as God’s chosen, protected from plagues (Revelation 9:4) and the beast’s curse, with their evangelistic mission leading to eternal redemption. It culminates in a climactic finish, proclaiming their sacred splendor and glory as God’s heirs, sealed with His light for eternity. Grounded in the KJV text, the poem weaves scriptural accuracy with regal, awe-inspiring language to honor the 144,000’s divine calling.

Revelation 7:2-4
“And I saw another angel ascending from the east, having the seal of the living God: and he cried with a loud voice to the four angels, to whom it was given to hurt the earth and the sea, Saying, Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees, till we have sealed the servants of our God in their foreheads. And I heard the number of them which were sealed: and there were sealed an hundred and forty and four thousand of all the tribes of the children of Israel.”

Revelation 9:4
“And it was commanded them that they should not hurt the grass of the earth, neither any green thing, neither any tree; but only those men which have not the seal of God in their foreheads.”

Revelation 14:1
“And I looked, and, lo, a Lamb stood on the mount Sion, and with him an hundred forty and four thousand, having his Father’s name written in their foreheads.”

From heaven’s throne, where galaxies in splendor soar,
A seal descends, a star of sacred lore.
Its brilliance surges, a supernova’s holy pyre,
Forged in God’s own heart, where eternities aspire.

A diamond’s radiance, with sapphire’s boundless sea,
It pulses vibrant, where celestial glories flee.
Rubies blaze like comets, trailing scarlet majesty,
Emeralds bloom like Eden, crowned in verdant ecstasy.

In Tribulation’s darkness, young virgin Jews arise,
The hundred forty and four thousand, marked by heaven’s eyes.
Sealed with God’s own name, from beast’s dark curse set free,
They preach the Gospel bold, to save a vast decree.

This seal—a diadem, of opal’s radiant glow,
Each facet sings with grace no mortal heart can know.
Soft as starlight’s kiss, yet fierce as seraph’s flame,
It guards His chosen heralds, His holy, sacred claim.

No wrath of Antichrist can dim its blazing light,
No plague can touch the souls who bear His Father’s might.
It shines as heaven’s scepter, a regal, holy sign,
Anointing them as monarchs, by God’s own will divine.

Oh, see it gleam, like auroras’ boundless waltz,
A prismed crown that holds the stars in vaults.
Each mark a throne, a vow within the soul,
Through which their witness calls a multitude to whole.

The seal of God, a shield of celestial grace,
Proclaims His chosen worthy of His holy place.
Beneath the King of Kings, they shine in sacred splendor,
Their foreheads sealed with light, His heirs in glory’s grandeur.

The Triumphant Triune God, Eternal Hero of Our Redemption’s Story by Debbie Harris

25 Friday Jul 2025

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Summary of “The Triumphant Triune God, Eternal Hero of Our Redemption’s Story”

The poem celebrates the Triune God—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—as the eternal hero of a divine narrative. It begins with God’s creation, weaving light and life from nothingness. Despite humanity’s fall into sin, the Son’s incarnation and sacrifice on the cross bring redemption, while the Spirit restores and ignites the soul. The Triune God triumphs over darkness and despair, wielding truth and love as weapons. The poem portrays God as an ever-present, victorious hero, reigning from creation to eternity, with vivid imagery of mercy, glory, and salvation. It conveys gratitude for God’s unending grace and sovereignty, affirming His role as the ultimate champion of the human story.

In the tapestry of time, where stars weave their gleam,
The Triune God emerges, in glory’s expanse.
Father, Son, Spirit—eternal Three in One,
The hero of the story, whose will is never done.

From the void’s deep silence, His voice spun the light,
Galaxies unfurled in the womb of the night.
A scepter of mercy, a crown of flame,
The Father’s decree burns, unyielding, the same.

Through the dust of Eden, His breath gave us form,
Yet we fell to shadows, to sin’s bitter storm.
But the Son, the Word, donned flesh as His cloak,
Walked the earth’s sharp thorns where redemption awoke.

On a cross of splinters, His blood painted grace,
Each drop a new stanza, redeeming the race.
The Spirit, like fire, weaves life through the soul,
A wind that ignites, making broken hearts whole.

In the heart’s quiet meadow, where fears darkly creep,
The Triune God battles, His promises keep.
With a sword of truth, He carves paths through despair,
His love is the anthem that shatters the air.

No dragon too fierce, no abyss too wide,
For the Hero of heroes, with us to abide.
From the dawn of creation to eternity’s shore,
The Triune God reigns, our King evermore.

Rich in imagery, His story unfolds,
In colors of mercy, in glories untold.
Always the victor, always the way,
The Triune God, hero, forever our stay.

Sonnet: Proverbs 4:18-The path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day by Debbie Harris

01 Tuesday Jul 2025

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The sonnet, titled “Proverbs 4:18,” celebrates the triumphant journey of the righteous, inspired by the verse describing their path as a shining light growing brighter until the perfect day. It portrays their path as a radiant ascent from dawn to noon, overcoming darkness with divine truth and guidance. Each step sparkles with victory, carving a trail of sacred fire, unhindered by gloom. Their lives shine as beacons, proclaiming salvation’s complete and graceful hope, culminating in a victorious crown of faith and light.

The path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.

The path of righteous souls, a dawning ray,
Ascends through veils of night to radiant morn.
As sunlight crowns the hills with golden scorn,
Their steps dispel the dark in bright array.

From fragile gleam to noontide’s bold display,
A flame of truth within their hearts is born.
Through shadowed vales, they walk, yet never torn,
For light eternal guides their steadfast way.

Each stride a triumph, sparkling like the dew,
Their journey carves a trail of sacred fire.
No gloom can bind what heaven’s glow has freed.

Their lives, a beacon, ever bright and true,
Proclaim salvation’s hope, a grace entire—
A victor’s crown where faith and light succeed.

Sonnet: Glory to the Radiant Christ (You are radiant with light, more majestic than mountains rich with game. —Psalm 76:4) by Debbie Harris

24 Tuesday Jun 2025

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This Shakespearean sonnet, inspired by Psalm 76:4, is a fervent hymn of praise to Jesus Christ, celebrated as the Radiant One and Creator. It portrays His divine majesty and glory, radiating light that illuminates creation and inspires universal worship across earth and Heaven. The poem’s vivid sensory imagery—visual (gilded dawn, gleaming rivers, starry sparks), auditory (heavenly choir, pulsing hoofbeats, anthems), olfactory (sweet fragrance), and kinesthetic (dancing rivers, swaying cedars)—paints a dynamic scene where nature and the cosmos exalt Jesus. Mountains kneel, rivers dance, and stars magnify His name, reflecting His supremacy over creation, as described in Psalm 76:4’s “radiant with light” and majestic grandeur. The sonnet culminates in a triumphant declaration of worship, with all creation lauding Jesus’ throne through captivating anthems that enthrall, symbolizing praise shining in both earthly and heavenly realms. The structure adheres to iambic pentameter and the ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme, with the final line, “We laud His throne with anthems that enthrall,” encapsulating the poem’s theme of exultant, universal adoration.

From Jesus streams a light that gilds the dawn,
His radiance warms the earth with holy fire.
The mountains kneel, their stony hearts now drawn,
To sing His name in heaven’s glowing choir.

The morning breathes His fragrance, pure and sweet,
As cedars sway in breezes soft and clear.
His glory crowns the hills where wild deer meet,
Their hoofbeats pulse His praise through meadows near.

The rivers dance, their waters gleam with grace,
Reflecting Christ, the King whose eyes aflame.
The skies proclaim His love in boundless space,
Each star a spark to magnify His name.

O Radiant Christ, Creator, Lord of all,
We laud His throne with anthems that enthrall.