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True Silver And Gold by Debbie Harris

29 Thursday Jan 2026

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Psalm 12:6
The words of the LORD are flawless,
like silver purified in a crucible,
like gold refined seven times.

Psalm 19:10
They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
than honey from the honeycomb.

Psalm 119:72
The law from your mouth is more precious to me
than thousands of pieces of silver and gold.

These capture the purity (Psalm 12), the surpassing value and delight (Psalm 19), and the personal declaration of priority (Psalm 119).

Here’s your poem presented with verses leading in:

Psalm 12:6
The words of the LORD are flawless,
like silver purified in a crucible,
like gold refined seven times.

Psalm 19:10
They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold…

Psalm 119:72
The law from your mouth is more precious to me
than thousands of pieces of silver and gold.

Your word oh lord
is the true silver and
gold of this world.

Thrones Shaken, Hearts Besieged: The Grand Epic of the War in Heaven, the Fall of Man, and the Triumph of the Lamb (blank Verse) by Debbie Harris

28 Wednesday Jan 2026

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An epic poem in blank verse that chronicles the timeless spiritual warfare between righteousness and evil, spanning from the primordial rebellion in heaven to the final triumph of divine good. It begins with the fall of the proud Light-Bearer (Lucifer), whose envy ignites a cataclysmic war among the angels, culminating in his expulsion by the Son in blazing glory. The conflict then descends to earth, where the serpent’s subtle temptation in Eden fractures human innocence, ushering in exile, suffering, and the promise of ultimate redemption through the Woman’s seed. Through the ages, the battle rages invisibly in every human heart and mind—portrayed as a joyful home besieged by envious shadows or a fortress under assault by doubt and fear—yet the faithful soul stands armored in truth, righteousness, faith, and the Word of God, quenching the Accuser’s fiery darts. The poem builds toward the apocalyptic climax: the dragon’s wrathful accusations are silenced by the Lamb’s blood, the Lion returns in terrible splendor to crush evil forever in the winepress of wrath, and righteousness reigns eternally in a restored creation where every knee bows, tears cease, and light endures without night.

In regions veiled from mortal sight, where light
First broke into choirs of flame and endless song,
A star rose brightest, called Light-Bearer once,
Whose wings outshone the newborn galaxies.
Yet pride—that ancient poison—stirred inside:
Not born of dark, but of self-exaltation—
And whispered, “Equal to the Throne I stand;
Why bow when I could rule?”

So Heaven quaked.
The crystal vaults resounded with pure wrath
As Michael, sword aflame, led loyal ranks,
While rebel hosts in blackened armor massed,
Forged in the fires of their own envy. Spears
Of shadow flew; the empyrean fields turned
To fields of slaughter where bright seraphim
Bled glory, not mere blood. Three days it raged,
Till He who reigns upon the sapphire throne
Spoke once: “Enough.”
The Son, eternal Light from Light, arose
In chariot of storm and living fire,
And with one glance cast Lucifer headlong
Through ninefold spheres into the burning lake
Of consequence he chose.

Yet war endures.
The serpent slithered earthward, subtle, cold,
And found the Garden green, the woman fair.
No trumpets now, but whispers: “Did God say…?”
The fruit was sweet; the bite brought bitter death.
Righteousness stood naked to the wind
Of accusation. Exile followed—thorns,
Sweat, dust—but not abandonment. A promise
Hid within the curse: the Woman’s seed
Would crush the serpent’s skull.

Through ages runs the battle, unseen yet real—
In every heart a home of light and laughter,
Where loved ones gather, songs rise, peace abides,
But shadows prowl the threshold, envious,
Seeking to enter, snuff the flame, disrupt
The feast, and turn warm halls to empty dread.
In every mind a fortress under siege,
Where doubt flies like arrows, fear like wildfire—
Yet faith stands sentinel, the shield no dart
Can pierce, quenching the Accuser’s fiery lies.

The dragon roars on, vast and many-headed,
His tail sweeping stars from heaven, mouths
Blaspheming still. He accuses night and day
Before the throne—yet Lamb’s own blood
Outcries each charge. The end is scripted, though
The fray continues: the Lion roars, the slain
Lamb returns in glory terrible, to tread
The winepress alone, and hurl the ancient foe
Into fire prepared for him forever.

Then righteousness, long-besieged, shall reign—
No tears, no night, no tempter’s voice—
And every knee in all creation bend
To Him who was, and is, and is to come.

From the Seven Churches to the Throne: A Series of Shakespearean Sonnets on Overcoming through Christ and Claiming His Promised Blessings by Debbie Harris

27 Tuesday Jan 2026

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This collection of seven Shakespearean sonnets offers a poetic meditation on the promises Christ makes to “him that overcometh” in Revelation chapters 2 and 3, addressing the seven churches of Asia with their unique spiritual challenges—lost love in Ephesus, persecution in Smyrna, compromise in Pergamos, false teaching in Thyatira, spiritual deadness in Sardis, faithful endurance in Philadelphia, and lukewarm complacency in Laodicea—while celebrating the glorious eternal rewards granted to the faithful: the tree of life in paradise, immunity from the second death, hidden manna and a white stone with a new name, authority over nations and the morning star, white raiment and an unblotted name in the book of life, a permanent pillar in God’s temple inscribed with divine names, and the supreme privilege of sitting with Christ on His throne. Through vivid biblical imagery, calls to repentance and perseverance, and a consistent iambic pentameter structure, each sonnet reflects on the path to victory amid trials and closes with the unifying, prayerful refrain: “May we all be the over-comers through Jesus Christ our Lord,” inviting every believer to claim these promises by faith in Christ.

  1. To Ephesus – The Tree of Life
    Revelation 2:7 (KJV – promise portion)
    To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God.

In Ephesus, where fervor first grew dim,
And love for Christ had cooled in daily strife,
Yet those who guard their hearts and turn to Him
Shall taste the tree of life, restoring life.
No more the curse of Eden’s fallen gate,
But paradise restored in endless bloom;
The fruit that heals the soul, eternal fate,
Awaits the overcomer in that room.
Though works abound, yet first love must return,
Repent and do the deeds of old again;
The Spirit calls, let ears attentive burn—
For victory crowns the faithful amid pain.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  1. To Smyrna – Not Hurt by the Second Death
    Revelation 2:11 (KJV – promise portion)
    He that overcometh shall not be hurt of the second death.

Poor Smyrna, rich in faith though pressed by flame,
Where tribulation’s fire tests the soul;
The devil’s prison waits, yet bears no shame
For those who faithful stand to reach the goal.
Fear not the ten days’ trial, though fierce it be,
The crown of life shall rest upon thy brow;
The second death holds no authority
O’er him who overcomes—death’s sting avow.
In poverty exalted, thou art blessed,
Slandered by those who claim the synagogue;
But Christ Himself shall prove thee truly dressed
In robes of righteousness, no fear to bind.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  1. To Pergamos – Hidden Manna and White Stone
    Revelation 2:17 (KJV – promise portion)
    To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden manna, and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written, which no man knoweth saving he that receiveth it.

Pergamos sits where Satan’s throne is high,
Yet some hold fast amid the compromise;
The doctrine of Balaam tempts with subtle lie,
Nicolaitanes’ deeds draw compromising eyes.
Repent, or swiftly come the sword of truth;
But to the overcomer, grace is shown:
Hidden manna feeds the soul in eternal youth,
A white stone gleams with name that none has known.
No eye perceives, no tongue can speak its worth,
A secret token of acceptance pure;
In Christ concealed, yet known from heaven’s birth—
The faithful heart shall this new name secure.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  1. To Thyatira – Power Over Nations and the Morning Star
    Revelation 2:26-28 (KJV – promise portion)
    And he that overcometh, and keepeth my works unto the end, to him will I give power over the nations: And he shall rule them with a rod of iron; as the vessels of a potter shall they be broken to shivers: even as I received of my Father. And I will give him the morning star.

Thyatira bears the weight of Jezebel’s spell,
False prophetess who leads My servants astray;
Yet those who hold what truth they have so well
Shall overcome and rule in coming day.
Power o’er the nations granted to the end,
A rod of iron breaking pots of clay;
The morning star shall shine, bright to defend—
As I received from Father, so I say.
Keep works unto the end, let patience grow,
Resist seduction’s lure in darkest night;
The faithful one shall in My kingdom know
Authority and glory in My light.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  1. To Sardis – White Raiment and Name in the Book of Life
    Revelation 3:5 (KJV – promise portion)
    He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels.

Sardis, thou livest yet art dead within,
A name of life that hides a barren state;
Wake up, strengthen what remains, lest sin
Consume the remnant ere it be too late.
Remember what thou hast received and heard,
Hold fast, repent, lest I come as a thief;
But he who overcomes, in white is gird,
His name confessed before My Father’s grief.
No blotting from the book of life shall be,
But angels hear the Son declare his own;
In garments pure, eternally set free—
The victory won where grace is fully known.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  1. To Philadelphia – Pillar in the Temple and New Names
    Revelation 3:12 (KJV – promise portion)
    Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God: and I will write upon him my new name.

Philadelphia, little strength yet true,
An open door no man can ever shut;
Kept from the hour of trial that shall brew
Upon the world, thy faith has not been cut.
Hold fast thy crown, let none thy prize remove;
The overcomer stands a pillar strong
In God’s own temple, marked by endless love—
New names inscribed where saints forever throng.
My God’s name, the city’s name above,
The new Jerusalem descending bright;
And My new name, a token of His love—
Eternal marks of glory in His sight.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  1. To Laodicea – Sit with Christ on His Throne
    Revelation 3:21 (KJV – promise portion)
    To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.

Laodicea, neither hot nor cold,
Lukewarm and wretched, blind, and poor, and bare;
Buy gold refined, white raiment to enfold,
And eyesalve that thy sight may be made fair.
Behold, I stand and knock—let Me come in;
Sup with Me, and I with thee shall dine;
To him that overcometh, victory win:
Sit with Me on My throne, as victory’s sign.
As I overcame and sat with Father high,
So thou shalt share in regal fellowship;
The greatest promise lifts the soul on high—
Eternal reign where grace and glory grip.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

The Tragic Paradox of Divine Love Forsaken: How Can They Curse the God Who, in Overflowing Love, Spoke Them into Being, Sustained Every Breath with Compassion, and Sent His Beloved Son to Redeem Them—And Yet, by Rejecting Christ, Provoke the Solemn Judgment Where Love Itself Gives Them Over to a Depraved Mind Filled with Every Form of Evil? by Debbie Harris

26 Monday Jan 2026

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O Maker who spun the galaxies like silk,
Who cupped the ember of each soul in palm,
Who whispered Live and color flooded bone—
How can the fashioned curse the Fashioner?

You carved the cradle of their ribs from mercy,
Painted dawn across the canvas of their eyes,
Set love’s small furnace burning in the chest
To mirror, faintly, Thine unquenchable fire.

Yet they, the clay still warm from holy hands,
Have learned to spit at heaven with their mouths,
To mock the tenderness that formed the stars,
To trade the Giver for the glittering gift.

They hoard the life You lent as if their own,
They build their Babel-towers out of pride,
They nail fresh wounds into the palms of grace,
And call it freedom while the sky grows dim.

How can the child of dust blaspheme the Dawn?
How can the branch revile the living Root?
They do it daily—quietly, then loudly—
With every heart that chooses self over You.

They do it in the silence of ingratitude,
In rage flung skyward when the rain withholds,
In laughter at the cross where mercy bled,
In doctrines fashioned after their own face.

And when they will not have the Son of God,
When they suppress the truth that shouts in creation,
When they exchange the glory of the incorruptible
For images of mortal man and creeping things—

Then, in solemn justice, You give them over:
First to uncleanness in the lusts of their hearts,
Then to dishonorable passions that consume,
And finally—to a depraved mind,
To do what ought not to be done.

They become filled with every kind of unrighteousness:
Wickedness, greed, malice, envy, murder, strife,
Deceit, malignity; gossips, slanderers, haters of God,
Insolent, arrogant, boastful, inventors of evil,
Disobedient to parents, foolish, faithless, heartless, ruthless.

Though they know God’s righteous decree—
That those who practice such things deserve death—
They not only do them but give approval to those who practice.

And still—O scandal of unending love—
You do not crush the reed already bent,
You do not snuff the wick that gutters low,
But call, and call, and call them home again.

Have mercy, Author of their every breath,
Who gave them being when they were not,
And grant that some might yet turn from darkness,
Repent, believe the gospel of the Son,
And be delivered from the bondage of a mind
Given over to what destroys.

For only in beholding Christ the crucified
Can they perceive the depth of what they’ve done—
And in that sight, be broken, then remade,
Children no longer strangers to their Father.

The Tragedy of the Woke, and Christ’s Eternal, Triumphant Victory by Debbie Harris

25 Sunday Jan 2026

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1 John 5:4-5 (KJV)
For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith. Who is he that overcometh the world, but he that believeth that Jesus is the Son of God?

In days of shadowed pride, where man exalts his throne,
The “woke” arise in fury, claiming light their own.
They weave a web of words, all mercy without law,
Denying sin’s dark stain, and God’s most holy awe.

No cross to bear, no blood to plead, no Savior’s name they call—
Their gospel hollow echoes through the empty hall.
Soulless masks of virtue cloak the ancient lie,
That man himself is god, and needs no Christ to die.

What needless tragedy! A soul, once made for light,
Trades heaven’s endless joy for everlasting night.
They chase the fleeting wind of fleeting human praise,
And bind their hearts in chains of self-made, godless ways.

The heart grows cold and barren, void of Spirit’s flame,
No hunger for the Bread, no thirsting for His name.
They march in blinded legions toward the gaping maw,
Where hell’s devouring jaws await without a flaw.

Yet lo! The Lion roars from Zion’s holy hill—
King Jesus reigns supreme, His purpose to fulfill!
The grave could not contain Him; death lies broken, slain;
He burst the gates of hell and rose to life again!

O sinner, turn from folly! Behold the wounded hands!
The scars that plead for mercy to rebellious lands.
Repent, believe, be washed in Calvary’s crimson flood—
The Lamb who takes away the curse, the wrath, the blood.

Redeemed, the soul ascends on wings of grace divine,
Through trials, through fire, to glory’s endless shine.
No power of darkness, no lie the world can weave,
Can snatch the sheep from Him who died that they might live.

For Christ is Victor! Every knee shall bow and sing,
The Alpha and Omega, the everlasting King!
While woke illusions crumble into dust and flame,
His ransomed children rise to praise His matchless name.

In Heaven’s courts they stand, arrayed in robes of white,
Where sin and sorrow flee before eternal light.
What needless tragedy the lost in darkness keep—
When Jesus offers life, and bids the weary leap!

All hail the conquering Christ! The battle’s won, the prize is won—
Redeemed forever, free, beneath the Father’s Son.
Let woke delusions perish in their pride and shame—
But Jesus reigns victorious—forever reigns supreme!

Chaos Roars, Kingdoms Fade Away: Yet Our Beauty-Filled Triune God Forever Reigns Supreme by Debbie Harris

19 Monday Jan 2026

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When tempests rage and kingdoms fall,
And shadows cloak the trembling earth,
Our Triune God, enthroned o’er all,
Reigns radiant in eternal worth.

The Father speaks, His voice the same,
Through chaos vast and ages long;
The Son, once slain, now bears the name
Above all names, in endless song.

The Spirit breathes where darkness dwells,
A river of pure, living light;
In broken hearts His glory swells,
Dispelling fear with holy might.

No throne of man can stand the test,
No empire lasts beyond its day;
Yet Beauty crowned in love confessed
Shall never fade, nor pass away.

O fix your gaze on heaven’s seat,
Where Three in One forever shine;
Though worlds dissolve beneath our feet,
His sovereign grace is ever thine.

So sing through storm, through night, through fire—
The Triune God is on the throne;
His beauty fills the vast desire
Of every soul He calls His own.

Maranatha Echo: The Faithful Await His Glorious Return by Debbie Harris

19 Monday Jan 2026

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In hush before the dawn’s first gleam,
Souls turn from earth’s deceitful throne,
Where shadows lengthen in cold dream,
And hearts grow chill in sins unknown.

Yet in the chamber of the mind,
The faithful choose the nobler part:
To fix their gaze on Him divine,
Fairest of ten thousand, pure in heart.

Behold the splendor yet to come—
When trumpet sounds with sudden might,
Not worldly crowns, but His alone,
Descending in eternal light!

The graves shall open, treasures yield;
The living rise on wings of grace;
Each knee shall bow, in field or field,
Before the Savior’s wounded face.

Maranatha! The cry ascends—
Come, Lord Jesus, come in power!
This hope becomes their daily bread,
A shield through every darkened hour.

Upon those shoulders, scarred for sin,
The government shall ever rest:
Justice and mercy intertwined,
In everlasting reign so blest.

Till that bright Day, their eyes stay fixed,
Their hearts aflame with holy fire—
Jesus Christ, the All in all,
Forever worthy, ever higher.

Christ, the Archetype of Beauty: Fairest of Ten Thousand by Debbie Harris

19 Monday Jan 2026

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O Thou who first didst speak the light to flame,
And from Thy boundless heart the heavens came,
The rose’s blush, the star’s unyielding gleam,
The ocean’s song, the mountain’s silent dream—
All beauty flows from Thee, the Fountain pure,
And Thou art Beauty Itself, forever sure.

In Eden’s dawn, when earth was yet untrod,
Thy finger traced the lily and the sod;
Each dewdrop held Thy splendor, each bird’s wing
A hymn to glory that the angels sing.
Yet not in creatures doth Thy essence dwell—
They mirror but the light in which we fell.

Behold the Son, the Word made flesh divine,
In whom the Father’s glory fully shine!
The fairest of ten thousand, robed in grace,
Whose countenance outshines the noonday blaze.
He is the Archetype, the perfect Form,
The living Beauty that no storm can harm.

When thorns did crown His brow, and nails did pierce,
True Beauty suffered—yet grew never less;
For love’s deep wound revealed the hidden fire,
The splendor veiled in blood and dark desire.
Transfigured now in resurrection’s morn,
He reigns as Light where endless day is born.

O Christ, Thou Beauty self and Beauty’s Giver,
Draw us to Thee, our soul’s eternal River.
Let every eye that seeks the good and true
Find in Thy face the vision ever new.
For he who wrought all beauty for our sight
Is Beauty Infinite—eternal Light, O Christ our delight.

Thoughts Worth Dwelling On: The Blessed Hope of the Rapture and the Glorious Government of Our Lord Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
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.
9 Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.

Phillipians 4:6-9 KJV

O set your heart on things above,
Where Christ shall soon descend in love;
The trumpet sound, the archangel’s cry—
True promise lifts our gaze on high.

What is more true than His sure word?
The dead in Christ shall rise first, assured;
Caught up together in clouds we soar,
To meet the Lord forevermore.

What is more honorable, more just,
Than the King returning in power and trust?
No longer meek upon a lowly ass,
But crowned in glory, the First and Last.

What is more pure than spotless grace,
That calls His bride to yonder place?
Washed white as snow, without a stain,
In robes of righteousness we reign.

How lovely is that day of light,
When shadows flee before His sight!
The earth restored, the curse undone,
Peace flowing like a river’s run.

What good report shall echo wide?
The government on His shoulder abides—
Justice and mercy in perfect blend,
A thousand years of joy without end.

No tyrant sways, no wicked thrives,
For righteousness forever lives;
The wolf with lamb in harmony lies,
The knowledge of the Lord fills earth and skies.

If there be any virtue, any praise,
Then fix your thoughts these coming days:
The rapture’s hope, the throne of gold,
Where Christ is King, and love untold.

Let not the storms of earth prevail,
Nor fleeting fears your peace assail;
But dwell upon this glorious theme—
Our soon-coming Savior, our reigning King supreme.

Maranatha! Come, Lord Jesus, come!
In this sweet meditation, find your home.

Under the Shadow of His Wings They Rise: The Heart’s Exquisite, Fragrant Response to Everlasting Love Of Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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When boundless love descends like morning dew
Upon the parched and thirsty soul below,
The wanderer lifts his eyes, his spirit new,
And bids the ancient gates of praise to glow.

As rivers clap their hands and mountains sing,
So hearts in wonder rise to bless His name;
They enter courts with thanksgiving’s offering,
And fill His house with songs of righteousness.

No cold command compels, but grace ignites—
They love because He first loved them in might;
With all the heart, the soul, the mind’s pure lights,
They walk in paths of sweet obedience’s delight.

In shadow of His wings they refuge find,
And pour out fragrance like the rose entwined.