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When God Gives Souls Up To A Demonic Reprobate Mind by Debbie Harris

23 Saturday May 2026

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Romans 1:28 (KJV)

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 1:24-26 (KJV)

Wherefore God also gave them up to uncleanness through the lusts of their own hearts, to dishonour their own bodies between themselves:

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.

For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature:

In shadowed halls where truth is bent and broken,

Men trade the Eternal for the fleeting spark,

Worship the creature, words of lies are spoken,

And bow to dust instead of Heaven’s arc.

The Maker’s glory, blazing, pure, and bright,

Exchanged for idols carved by human hands—

So God withdraws His grip, releases light,

And gives them up to what their lust demands.

To uncleanness, hearts inflamed with fire,

Bodies dishonored in the secret place,

Where passion twists what purity would require,

And shame parades as freedom, face to face.

For this, vile affections take their throne,

Women forsake the use that nature gave,

Men burn with madness, reaping what was sown,

In chambers dark where souls become a grave.

A reprobate mind, no longer held in check,

Approves the evil, calls the darkness light—

No fear of judgment, no remorse to check

The headlong rush into the endless night.

O hear the warning, trembling as you stand:

Reject the Giver, chase the gift instead,

And He will loose the reins upon your hand,

Till what you crave becomes your daily bread.

Turn back, return, before the giving o’er—

The God who judges also stands to save.

His mercy waits, an open, boundless door,

For those who call upon the name that saves.

Let this be known: The path of self is steep,

And leads to ruin wrapped in false delight.

Choose Christ, choose truth, choose Him whose word is deep—

Before the mind grows dark and loses sight.

Every Morning a Fresh Gift: Falling Before the Lamb in Grateful Praise by Debbie Harris

21 Thursday May 2026

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Dear Precious Reader,

Every morning is a fresh gift — a beautiful reminder of the miracle of being born again and having the gift of a new day. This poem flows from my own heart as I wake each morning and fall to my knees in awe. I wanted to capture that sacred moment when we remember we are no longer who we once were. We are chosen, washed clean, and made brand new in Christ. Each dawn is God’s tender mercy saying, “I have given you new life… now go live it for My glory.”I pray these words stir fresh joy in your spirit. May you feel the wonder of your new birth in Jesus all over again. May every sunrise fill you with deep gratitude, renewed strength, and a burning desire to advance the Kingdom of our Lord.You are deeply loved. You are truly born again. And every new day is proof that His mercies never fail.

With a grateful heart and lifted hands,
Your fellow traveler in grace

Brief Summary of the Poem’s Form

This poem is composed in a lyrical, hymn-like style reminiscent of classical Christian devotional poetry. It employs iambic pentameter (five pairs of unstressed-stressed syllables per line) throughout, giving it a steady, song-like rhythm suitable for both reading and worship. The structure consists of four eight-line stanzas followed by a closing four-line stanza and a final rhyming couplet, creating a sense of building praise that culminates in a doxology. The rhyme scheme is primarily ABAB CDCD in the longer stanzas, with occasional slight variations for natural flow. This balanced, repeating form enhances the poem’s celebratory tone while maintaining accessibility and musicality, making it feel both timeless and intimate.

Lamentations 3:22-23 (ESV)
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

Psalm 118:24 (ESV)
This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Each morning when the eyes first open wide,
A wave of holy joy floods through the soul—
One falls upon the knees with arms raised high,
“I am Your child, Lord Jesus—born again!”
No blinding light, no thunder from above,
Yet deep within there rings the victor’s call:
“You are My chosen, purchased by My blood,
Born again—death has lost its hold at all!”

O what a wonder! Every dawn a gift,
Fresh mercy poured from uncreated grace,
Another day to live, to love, to lift
The Kingdom of our risen Lord in every place.
Once dead in sin, now justified by faith,
Adopted child and co-heir with the Son—
The old man crucified, the new man raised,
Forever joined with Christ, the risen One.

Like morning sun that gilds the waking earth,
God’s goodness fills the heart with grateful fire.
One kneels in awe, in thanksgiving, and in mirth,
Once lost—but now alive with new desire!
With every breath a song of praise ascends,
With every heartbeat thanks and glory rise.
The Savior, Jesus Christ, the soul’s true Friend—
In Him we live, redeemed and born again!

Each dawn we fall before the holy name,
Overflowing with joy, with thanks, with flame—
To walk this day and further Christ’s great reign,
Advancing Kingdom light where darkness reigned.

Glory, glory to the Lamb who rose again,
My Lord, my God—forever praised, Amen.

The Seriousness of Calling Yourself a “Christian” Without Any Recognizable Fruit by Debbie Harris

08 Friday May 2026

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Jesus Christ our Lord is the true Vine,
The source of all life and living sap.
God the Father is the Gardener wise,
He tends and watches every branch with care.

Every branch that stays joined to Christ
But hangs empty — no fruit, no clusters in sight —
Even after many seasons of mercy and grace,
The Father cuts it off and takes it from its place.
He will not let dead wood remain attached.

But every branch that bears some fruit,
He prunes with care, though it may sting and hurt,
So stronger shoots and heavier clusters grow,
And richer, sweeter fruit appears on earth.

We must abide in Christ, and He in us.
A branch cut off can never bear its own.
It withers quickly, turns brittle, dry, and brown,
And lies there useless, barren, and alone.

Jesus is the Vine, and we are the branches.
Whoever abides in Him will bear much fruit.
But apart from Christ we can do nothing —
We wither, fade, and slowly die.

If anyone does not abide in Christ,
He is cast out like a withered, lifeless limb.
Men gather up the dry wood from the ground,
And burn it in a fire fierce and grim.

God is patient, slow to wrath and kind,
He gives chance after chance, as with the fig tree.
He digs, He waters, waits with hope in mind —
But patience ends, the fruitless branch is cut free.

By their fruits you surely know the tree,
Faith without works is dead and hollow too.
The Spirit’s fruit is plain for all to see:
Love, joy, and peace in all we say and do.

So hear this warning deep within your soul:
Do not wear the name “Christian” with a barren life.
If no obedience and no real fruit appear,
The Gardener’s blade will cut you from this life.

Stay rooted deep in Jesus Christ each day,
Let His rich life flow strong through every part.
Then lasting fruit will grow without delay,
And you will please the Father’s loving heart.

I’ve seen it happen with my own eyes,
Branches once green now cut away and dry.
Lives that once walked close to the Lord
Now scattered, withered, passing by.

So let us examine our hearts today,
While mercy still calls and grace remains.
Abide in Christ, bear fruit while you may —
Lest we too are cut off from these earthly plains.

Unmoved Through Every Age: The Presence That Holds by Debbie Harris

23 Thursday Apr 2026

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One sets the Lord before them, ever near,
a constant light that holds through every hour.
No fleeting fear, no gathering doubt appears
where divine presence calms the restless power.

At their right hand the Sovereign stands secure,
an unshakable pillar when foundations sway.
Though tempests rage and shifting seasons scar,
they stand unmoved, held steady in that sway.

What tremor dares assail a soul so stayed?
What shadow falls where heaven’s anchor lies?
Each step they take is firm, each breath arrayed
in quiet strength beneath unchanging skies.

Let empires rise and crumble into dust,
let ages turn and stars forget their name—
through every trial, every trial’s thrust,
their heart remains, forever in His claim.

The world may spin in wild and furious play—
they shall not ever be moved, come what may.

Complete in the Triumphant Fullness of Jesus Christ Our Lord by Debbie Harris

23 Thursday Apr 2026

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Colossians 2:9-10
For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily.
And ye are complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power.

This poem joyfully proclaims that every soul finds total completeness, wholeness, and victory in Jesus Christ our Lord. It depicts believers as fully restored and reigning in Him—lacking nothing—resting secure in His perfect fullness, righteousness, and triumph over every obstacle.

The poem is written in a majestic literary style using consistent iambic pentameter and an ABAB rhyme scheme across six quatrain stanzas. Its smooth rhythm, vivid imagery, and rising refrains create a powerful, celebratory flow that feels both elegant and uplifting, matching the triumphant message.

In Jesus Christ our Lord, the soul stands complete,
No fragment missing, no dominion of defeat;
The fullness of the Godhead bodily resides
Within the One through whom all grace abides.
The ransomed rise, made whole by crimson tide,
No longer chained by law or fleshly stride;
In Him they dwell, lacking no gift, no light—
Complete in Christ, the Everlasting Might.

Triumphant anthems thunder from the heights,
Where principalities before Him bow;
The broken find their shattered days made right,
And empty vessels overflow somehow.
No longer tossed on oceans wild and wide,
Nor haunted by the curse that once held sway,
They wear His righteousness, His peace their guide,
His wisdom lighting every shadowed way.

Majestic Victor, Lion and the Lamb,
Whose glory clothes the heavens and the deep,
The faithful rest secure within the I AM,
Co-heirs with Him who woke from death’s cold sleep.
The serpent’s head lies crushed beneath His heel,
Death’s iron gates swing open at His word;
The ransomed throng in robes of glory kneel,
Yet rise to reign with Christ, their risen Lord.

O mystery divine, O boundless grace,
That mortal clay in union should be filled
With heaven’s treasure, sealed in sacred place,
Where every striving soul is stilled and stilled.
No height, no depth, no power, nothing less
Can sever this completeness from their breast;
They lift their voices in triumphant dress—
Complete, complete in Jesus Christ our Lord confessed.

Let galaxies resound, let ages sing,
Let every tongue proclaim the Victor’s fame;
In Him they live, they move, their anthems ring—
Forever whole and holy is His name.
The battle won, the race forever run,
The joy begun that never shall grow dim:
All glory, honor, praise to God the Son—
Complete in Jesus Christ our Lord, in Him, in Him!

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

23 Thursday Apr 2026

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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.


Waiting Upon the Triune Throne: Renewal Through Christ Who Strengthens Us by Debbie Harris

22 Wednesday Apr 2026

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After spending time meditating on Isaiah 40:31 and Philippians 4:13, the Lord stirred this poem in my heart. It’s a reflection on waiting upon our Triune God — trusting Him to renew us with strength, talent, and ability for every task He calls us to, all so that His name may be glorified

Isaiah 40:31
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Philippians 4:13
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”

In quiet hush where heaven’s threefold light
Burns pure and whole upon the altar throne,
We wait on God whose presence ends our night—
The Triune One whose strength becomes our own.

The Father speaks and holds the stars in place,
The Spirit breathes as wind and holy Dove,
And Jesus Christ, the Son of matchless grace,
Reveals His scars, the emblem of His love.

Our restless feet once raced through dust and haste,
Disrupting peace with hurried, anxious stride;
Yet here we linger, trusting in His grace—
The threefold cord no power can divide.

We wait on Him, and in that sacred pause,
Christ whispers deep: “Through Me you shall prevail.”
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me”—
His risen life becomes our holy sail.

Like cedars rooted by the Father’s streams,
Like vines that cling unto the living Vine,
Like olives kissed by Spirit’s warming beams,
We draw new strength from glory’s vast design.

The desert heart blooms under Jesus’ gaze,
Where Father speaks and order clothes the ground;
The Son declares His victory ablaze,
And Spirit makes the barren places crowned.

In lengthening wait our roots drive deeper still,
Through Christ alone we mount on eagles’ wings;
We run unweary, guided by His will,
And walk the path where resurrection sings.

O soul, be still and know the mystery sweet:
The longer we abide in Christ our Lord,
The more the Triune God makes us complete—
Renewed in Him, by Him, and through His Word.

For Father plans, the Spirit empowers true,
And Jesus Christ supplies the strength we need;
In waiting we are lifted, made anew,
With talent, strength, and ability to succeed.

He is our All—Creator, Savior, Friend—
The Three-in-One whose love will never cease;
In Him our waiting finds its perfect end,
To glorify His name with every strength and gift released.

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

21 Tuesday Apr 2026

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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.

In All Things by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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Let thought be a cathedral where His name
echoes through vaulted silence, stone by stone.
Let every word we utter wear His light
like incense rising, slow and luminous.

Let action carve His glory into time—
each gesture a chisel, each step a prayer.
Let gifts fall open-palmed, unmeasured, bright
as rain on parched and unexpected ground.

Let blessings bloom unbidden in the dark,
small fires along the ridge of daily life.
Let labor wear His name across the shoulders,
sweat turning sacred under heaven’s gaze.

Within the fragile ark of family,
where laughter fractures into quiet tears,
let Him be glorified in broken bread
and hands that reach across the table’s wood.

Let every goal burn upward like a flare,
and hope—thin-winged, trembling—still ascend
through gales that split the sky and shake the heart.

In golden hours and in the iron ones,
in triumph’s trumpet and in sorrow’s ash,
in all the shifting weather of our days—

may Jesus Christ, our King, be forever glorified!

Gloria Omnia by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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In the secret halls of thought, where reason bends and dreams take flight,
May Jesus Christ be glorified.

In every syllable we speak, on lips that breathe both praise and prayer,
May Jesus Christ be glorified.

In all our deeds, both great and small, wrought by the hand and guided heart,
May Jesus Christ be glorified.

In offerings pure and freely given, from grateful souls in bounty blessed,
May Jesus Christ be glorified.

In every blessing heaven bestows, like morning dew on verdant field,
May Jesus Christ be glorified.

In daily toil and honest labor, beneath the weight of sun and sweat,
May Jesus Christ be glorified.

Within the sacred bonds of kin, in hearth and home where love abides,
May Jesus Christ be glorified.

In aspirations high and noble, in goals that point toward heaven’s gate,
May Jesus Christ be glorified.

In hopes that soar on wings of faith through tempests dark and trials deep,
May Jesus Christ be glorified.

In days of light and nights of sorrow, in triumph sweet and bitter cross,
In every season of our living, in joy and grief, in gain and loss—

In all our lives, from first to last,
May Jesus Christ be glorified.

Amen. Amen.