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Maranatha by Debbie Harris

09 Tuesday Dec 2025

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The night is wide, yet one star holds its place,
a silver promise nailed against the sky;
the dark is deep, but dawn has touched its face
and left a quiet light for every eye.
The cold is fierce, yet somewhere spring lies curled
within the secret heart of the frost;
a single word still trembles through the world
and will not let one living thing be lost.

Maranatha.
Come, Dayspring, rise with healing in Thy wings,
come, Root of Jesse, bloom where winters cease;
come, Key of David, open hidden things
and set Thy captives into sudden peace.
Come, quiet Breath upon the waters blown,
and make the chaos hear Thee and be still;
come, set the longing heart upon Thy throne
and be the rest that only love can fill.

Maranatha.
The table waits with cup and living bread,
the lamps are trimmed, the bridal door ajar;
each heartbeat is a footstep in Thy tread,
each sigh a guiding signal to Thy star.
Come, take the cup and break the bread anew,
come, speak the mercy-name we barely dare;
come, turn the water into morning dew
and make the wounded world divinely fair.

Maranatha.
We have no crown but expectation’s fire,
no gift but waiting hands held open wide;
yet every breath repeats the heart’s desire
that soon the Bridegroom claim His waiting Bride.
Come, Morning Star, outshine our brightest sun,
come, Rose of Sharon, flood the desert plain;
come, fairest Lord, until our night is done
and beauty walks the streets of earth again.

Maranatha.
Come quickly, Lord, yet come as Thou know’st best;
come, Jesus, come, and make the whole world sing.
Come, lay Thy hand upon the trembling dust
and turn our winter into endless spring.
Come, Lord Jesus. Come, and we shall see Thy face, Thy glory, Thy eternity. Maranatha. Amen. Even so, come.

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The Wonder That the Maker Dwells Within the Made When Redeemedby Debbie Harris

09 Tuesday Dec 2025

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Summary of the Poem
Emmanuel: The Wonder That the Maker Dwells Within the Made When Redeemed

The poem is a sustained hymn of awe at the twin mysteries of the Incarnation and the indwelling Christ.

It begins with the Nativity: heaven stooping to earth, the eternal Word becoming a helpless infant in Mary’s womb and Bethlehem’s manger, hailed by angels yet unrecognized by the world.

It then celebrates the meaning of “Emmanuel” (God with us): the tearing of the veil, the end of our exile, and the astonishing reality that the same God who lay in a manger now chooses to live inside believing hearts.

The central wonder is repeatedly sounded: the Infinite contracts to the size of a human span, the Ever-Strong willingly takes the form of weakness for our salvation, and the Creator of the stars makes His throne inside frail, sinful human beings. No cathedral could contain the glory that now quietly resides in the believer’s breast.

The poem closes with an exultant response: though our voices are small and our hearts once were wilderness, every pulse now confesses its hidden Guest, and the soul is moved to perpetual praise because Emmanuel (God with us, God in us) has made the human heart His chosen, eternal home.

In essence, it is a lyrical meditation on the staggering truth that the One who was born in Bethlehem has been reborn in us, turning dust into temple and sinners into sanctuaries of the living God.

O silent night, when heaven stooped to earth,
A maiden’s womb became the gate of light;
The Word made flesh, of uncontested worth,
Lay cradled low beneath the stars’ pure sight.

No crown of gold upon His infant brow,
Yet seraph hosts in trembling rapture sing;
The Shepherd-King, who left His throne to bow,
Hath come to make our mortal hearts His wing.

Emmanuel! The name like incense burns,
God with us now, no longer far above;
The veil is rent, the exile’s heart returns,
And finds its home within eternal Love

.O marvel past the reach of seraph’s song:
The Infinite contracts to span a span;
The Ever-Strong takes weakness for our wrong,
Yet fills with boundless might the heart of man.

Within this cage of dust and fleeting breath,
The Lord of glory deigns to make His throne;
Beyond the grasp of darkness and of death,
Christ walks the secret chambers of my own.

What cathedral vault, what marble dome
Could hold the splendor that my heart now keeps?
The Maker of the stars hath found a home
Where once my trembling, sinful spirit weeps.

O grace too vast for angel minds to scan!
O love too deep for time or tongue to trace!
The great I AM dwells in the heart of man,
And turns a wilderness to holy place.

Then sing, my soul, though voice be poor and small;
Let every pulse confess its hidden Guest;
Emmanuel! My Lord, my Life, my All,
Hath come, and made my heart His chosen rest.

Glory to God in the highest, with us, within us, forever.

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Beneath the Star That Outshone Every Crown and Led the World to Bethlehem by Debbie Harris

08 Monday Dec 2025

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Christmas, Inspirational

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When winter’s night lay deepest, cold, and long,
A star came stooping from the fields of heaven;
Its beam fell soft, yet pierced the dark like song,
And made the hoarfrost glow as light was given.

The oxen stood in silence, breathing steam,
Like ancient watchers round a hidden flame;
Their eyes reflected what no tongue may dream,
The Word made flesh, who soon would bear our name.

There in a manger rough with splintered wood,
Lay Love incarnate, small and poorly clad;
Yet kings knelt low where simple shepherds stood,
And offered treasure to the Child they had.

Gold for His kingship, though He wore no crown,
Frankincense ascending like a prayer,
Myrrh for the grave that waited to drag down
The Lord of Life—who triumphed even there.

The night was cruel, the wind was bitter-sharp,
Yet mercy opened wide its iron door;
An angel choir struck heaven’s silent harp,
And glory sounded where was none before.

Therefore we sing through centuries of snow,
Of One who came a Babe, and comes again;
The empires crumble, still the carols grow—
“Peace upon earth, good will toward men.” Amen.

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The Sower And The Word Of God by Debbie Harris

08 Monday Dec 2025

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational

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The eternal Sower (Christ) walks beneath a radiant sky, scattering the living Word of God like blazing seed across the hearts of humanity.

  • On the hardened path of pride and indifference, the Word is snatched away before it can take root.
  • On shallow, stony hearts, it springs up with quick joy but withers under trial.
  • Among thorns of worry, greed, and worldly desire, the Word is slowly choked and bears no fruit.
  • Yet in hearts broken by sorrow, softened by grace, and watered by repentance (the “good soil”), the same Word sinks deep, explodes into life, and produces an overwhelming harvest: thirty, sixty, a hundredfold.

The poem ends with a majestic, hope-drenched call: the Sower never stops walking, His hand is never empty, and His Word can never die. Therefore, fling wide the gates of your heart, tear out every thorn, cast away every stone; the Kingdom is breaking like sunrise, the fields are white, and the final harvest will be glorious beyond all imagining.

He who has ears—hear! The Sower is coming.

So lift your eyes, O weary child of dust!
The Sower still walks beneath the opening sky;
His hand is never empty, His heart never still,
and the Word He sows can never, never die.

Fling wide the gates, break up the fallow ground,
let every stone be cast, let every thorn be burned;
the Kingdom comes like sunrise on the hills,
and the harvest of the Lord has no return.

He who has ears, let him hear the trumpet call:
the fields are white, the reapers are too few;
but the Word is mighty, the Sower is the King,
and the final harvest shall be glorious through and through.

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“I Will Remember Their Sin No More”A Hymn on the Triumph of Divine Love over Divine Omniscience by Debbie Harris

06 Saturday Dec 2025

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Inspirational, Royally Redeemed, Thanksgiving

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When God beholds the sinner’s scroll,
 He finds no stain remains;
The debt is paid, the breach made whole,
 Forgiven are his chains.

Though every fault lies bare to sight
 Beneath th’ all-seeing eye,
Yet love, more strong than boundless light,
 Refuses memory’s cry.

Omniscience could rehearse the fall,
 Recount each wandering trace;
But mercy overrules it all
 And grants a spotless place.

The Judge who knows all things aright
 Declares the record clean;
For Christ has borne the darkened night
 And washed away the sin.

No charge shall rise on judgment day,
 No guilt shall e’er return;
The Lord who blotted sins away
 Hath sworn He will not turn.

O depth of covenant grace divine,
That love should silence lore!
The past is lost in love’s design—
God remembers sin no more.

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From Gabriel’s Light to the Infant’s Face: A Sequence of Christmas Sonnets and Songs Drawn from Holy Scripture by Debbie Harris

03 Wednesday Dec 2025

Posted by Debbie Harris in Advent, Christ-centered poetry, Inspirational

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1. Shakespearean Sonnet: The Annunciation (Luke 1:26–38)

In Nazareth the angel broke the noon,
A blaze of light that stilled her water jar;
The virgin lifted eyes of startled moon
And heard the name that shattered Eden’s bar.
No sword, no trumpet—only “Hail, full-graced,”
Yet heaven’s war was won in that one word;
The Word Himself, now hidden in her womb,
Lay curled like flame inside an earthen lamp.
“How shall this be?”—the timid question rose;
The Spirit’s shadow folded like a wing,
And love too fierce for flesh to diagnose
Bent low and made her body heaven’s camp.
“Behold the handmaid of the Lord,” she said—
And God became a Child beneath her heart.

2. Petrarchan Sonnet: The Visitation (Luke 1:39–56)

She hastened to the hills with secret fire,
A hidden coal beneath her simple dress;
The Baptist leapt—small prophet in desire—
To greet the ark that bore the Living Yes.
Two women, old and young, in wonder met;
The summer air grew gold with canticle,
Magnificat rose like a banner set
Against the dragon’s age-long chronicle.
He scatters proud in thoughts they thought secure,
He casts the mighty down from thrones of pride;
The hungry eat the bread that shall endure,
The rich go empty into endless tide.
Thus mercy visits mercy, grace meets grace—
Earth becomes again a holy place.

3. Spenserian Sonnet: The Journey to Bethlehem (Luke 2:1–5)

From Galilee the decree sent them forth,
A Caesar’s word that moved a Jewish maid
Heavy with God across the dusty north
To David’s town where prophecy was laid.
The donkey plodded slow beneath the load,
Her silence deeper than the pain she bore;
Beside her Joseph kept the starless road,
His carpenter’s hands guarding heaven’s door.
No room, no room—the final inn denied;
They took the cave where cattle steamed and stood.
There in the dark, while all the world slept blind,
The Word was made flesh in a manger of wood.

4. Villanelle: The Birth in the Manger (Luke 2:6–7)

While she was there, her days were now fulfilled,
She bore the Holy Child in silent pain;
And cradled God in straw the beasts had filled.

No royal chamber, no soft silk to shield,
Yet heaven’s glory shone through common grain—
While she was there, her days were now fulfilled.

The hands that shaped the stars lay weak and stilled,
A newborn mouth that soon would break death’s chain,
And cradled God in straw the beasts had filled.

O humble trough where endless love was spilled,
Where ox and ass breathed warmth on Him who reigns—
While she was there, her days were now fulfilled.

The timeless entered time, and time stood thrilled;
Eternity took flesh in Bethlehem’s lane,
And cradled God in straw the beasts had filled.

Come, fallen hearts, and wonder at the guild:
The King sleeps where the cattle’s breath remains.
While she was there, her days were now fulfilled,
And cradled God in straw the beasts had filled.

5. Terza Rima Sonnet: Gloria in Excelsis (Luke 2:13–14)

Sudden an angel split the midnight veil,
And glory flamed where humble shepherds stood;
Their hearts near failed beneath the blazing hail.

“Fear not!” he cried, “I bring you tidings good:
In David’s town the Savior lies this night!”
Then heaven’s host in countless multitude

Poured forth their song of pure celestial light—
“Glory to God!” the sky itself was rent; “On earth be peace, to men of His delight!” The song still echoes where the veil was bent.

6. Shakespearean Sonnet: The Magi’s Star (Matthew 2:1–11)

There rose a star no Chaldean chart had seen,
A fire that moved and halted, bright and strange;
Three kings forsook their thrones of gold serene
To follow where its silent leading ranged.
Through desert nights and Herod’s lying hall
They tracked the flame that mocked the laws of space,
Till low above a stable it stood tall
And poured its beams upon an Infant’s face.
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh—three gifts they laid
Before the Child who needed nothing then;
Yet all the wealth of earth and heaven paid
Its homage to the poorest of poor men.
They turned for home; the star had done its part—
A Little Child now knocked at every heart.

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Through Prayer, May We Bring All To Bethesda’s Hidden Depth by Debbie Harris

29 Saturday Nov 2025

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Prayer

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By Bethesda’s pool where waters softly gleam,
The sick and sorrowful in shadows make their plea,
Through prayer’s bright causeway flows heaven’s living stream,
A bridge of faith where broken spirits find their key.

Intercession rises like the morning’s flame,
Lifts every burden—flesh and soul and mind,
Through colonnades where angels whisper God’s great name,
To mercy’s tide where healing waits for all mankind.

Yet mystery dwells within the Sovereign’s heart,
Not every prayer meets human hope’s design,
Some answers come as grace when healing parts,
“No” proves wiser than our brightest sign.

Thus faith takes root where human wisdom ends,
Through prayer’s sure path, God’s perfect will transcends.

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Holy, Divine, Inerrant Beauty by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Nov 2025

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational

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Oh Lord
Your Holy
inerrant beauty
Filled word
makes this
poet sing

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Sonnet To Empower Our Savior’s Royally Redeemed by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Nov 2025

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

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Before the dawn ignites the eastern sky,
The Lord Himself descends in holy fire;
He shatters chains where darkness dares to lie,
And clothes you now in heaven’s royal fire.

Through earthly strife where mortal battles rage,
His chariot cloud consumes all earthly fear;
In every trial, written on heaven’s page,
His holy might shall conquer what is near.

When shadows fall and earthly voices cease,
His glory throne illuminates the night;
The King of kings bestows unbroken peace,
And heaven’s power flows as endless light.

So stand as one with heaven’s victory won,
The Lord your God—His power makes you strong!

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When One Sinner Repents, All Of Heaven Rejoices by Debbie Harris

27 Thursday Nov 2025

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A trumpet announces a lost soul’s return through Heaven’s jasper gates. The Lord proclaims the news, triggering universal rejoicing: golden streets pulse, 10,000 harps play, cherubim dance, seraphim cast crowns, and archangels lead praise. The Father runs to embrace the prodigal with robe, ring, and feast. This one sinner’s homecoming surpasses the joy over ninety-nine righteous, proving Heaven’s greatest celebration honors redemption.

Luke 15:7
“I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need no repentance.”

Luke 15:10
“Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.”

Luke 15:20
“And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.”

Luke 15:22
“But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet.”

Luke 15:23
“And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry.”

Revelation 4:2-3
“And immediately I was in the spirit: and, behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne. And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone…”

Revelation 4:6
“And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal…”

Revelation 4:8
“And the four beasts had each of them six wings about him; and they were full of eyes within: and they rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty…”

Revelation 4:10
“The four and twenty elders fall down before him that sat on the throne, and worship him that liveth for ever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne…”

Revelation 5:8
“And when he had taken the book, the four beasts and four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps…”

Revelation 21:18
“And the building of the wall of it was of jasper: and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass.”

Revelation 21:21
“And the twelve gates were twelve pearls… And the street of the city was pure gold…”

Revelation 22:1
“And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.”

Revelation 2:17
“To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden manna…”

Isaiah 6:2
“Above it stood the seraphims: each one had six wings; with twain he covered his face, and with twain he covered his feet, and with twain he did fly.”

Ezekiel 10:2
“And he spake unto the man clothed with linen… saying, Go in between the wheels… and fill thine hand with coals of fire from between the cherubims…”

Revelation 12:7
“And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon…”

Luke 1:19
“And the angel answering said unto him, I am Gabriel, that stand in the presence of God; and am sent to speak unto thee…”

Psalm 150:3
“Praise him with the sound of the trumpet: praise him with the psaltery and harp.”

Revelation 19:1
“And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God.”

Hebrews 12:22-23
“But ye are come unto mount Sion, and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to an innumerable company of angels.”

Exodus 16:31
“And the house of Israel called the name thereof Manna: and it was like coriander seed, white; and the taste of it was like wafers made with honey.”

In vaults of gold where seraphs soar,
And crystal rivers sing forevermore,
A trumpet blasts through jasper gates,
And Heaven trembles with exultant fates!

The Lord of Hosts, with eyes of flame,
Proclaims with joy that shakes His name:
“Rejoice, ye saints, and angels bright,
A soul once lost returns to light!”

The golden streets, with amethyst aglow,
Pulse with the rhythm of celestial flow.
Ten thousand harps, with strings of starlight spun,
Weave psalms of triumph, second to none.

Cherubim, with wings of sapphire flame,
Dance in spirals, chanting His name.
Seraphim, with faces veiled in awe,
Cast crowns of ruby at the mercy-thaw.

From emerald hills where fountains leap and play,
The elder saints in robes of purest day
Lift voices clear as morning’s primal dew,
Singing, “Glory! One more joins the crew!”

The great archangels, Michael’s sword ablaze,
And Gabriel, whose clarion praise
Shakes the foundations of the eternal city,
Lead choirs in a hymn of boundless mercy.

Before the throne, where jasper rivers gleam,
The Lamb’s own light outshines the noonday beam,
A table’s spread with manna, honey sweet,
For one poor soul, now clothed in love complete.

No king on earth, with pomp and sceptered might,
Has seen such splendor in the dead of night.
No crown of laurel, no triumphal car,
Can match the welcome of one wandering star.

For lo! The Father runs with arms outspread,
The robe, the ring, the fatted calf are led.
The sinner, once in shadows bound,
Is crowned with joy where grace is found.

And all the host, from utmost sphere to throne,
With peals of rapture, makes the welkin moan:
“One sinner’s turn doth angels’ hearts enflame,
More than ninety-nine that never knew shame!”

So let the bells of pearl forever ring,
Let every star its silver anthem sing!
In Heaven’s heart, the greatest feast is spread
For one soul saved, one heart from darkness led.

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Pursuing my destiny - Maximizing my potential

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A community of poets dedicated to traditional poetry

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Blog for poet and singer-songwriter Malcolm Guite

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Fill up. Overflow. Run over.

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"If the Bible is true, then none of our fears are legitimate, none of our frustrations are permanent, and none of our opposition is significant."

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The Beautiful Due

Some creatives

Poetry - Songs - Faith-based discussion - Comments

Riverside Peace

Discover how God works through his creation and Scripture to show us his love.

Petals from the Basket

Ideas and Resources for Everyday Christian Living

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My Journey for Joy through Christ-Centered Living

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Sharing the hope I found in the center of His wheel

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Becoming deeply Rooted in Christ by digging into His word.

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Encouraging and Empowering Women In Christ

Lines of Lazarus

"God is my Help"

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Word(s) . Light . Life

Take your Cross now.

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All there is ever, is the now

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A Collection of Inspirational Thoughts by Jeannine Larcom

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