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No Such Thing as Regular: Crowned as Royal Heirs of the Eternal Kingdom by Debbie Harris

13 Wednesday May 2026

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In Heaven’s blazing gaze where no mere mortal hides,
No “regular” soul exists—only the sanctified.
You are redeemed, plunged deep in the Lamb’s own crimson flood,
Washed whiter than fresh snow by His holy, healing blood.

Justified, forgiven, sealed with Pentecostal fire,
Joint-heir with Christ the Lion, risen from death’s dark pyre.
Royal sons and daughters, breathing His immortal breath,
Children of the King of Kings, robed in righteousness.

Your Father rules on sapphire throne wreathed in stars and flame,
His glory burns within you, pulsing out His holy name.
All glorious within—a temple forged of purest gold,
A living crown of splendor that eternity can’t hold.

When hellish darts come screaming through the shadowed midnight air,
Tipped with poison, forged in hate, barbed with black despair—
Rise, O royal heir! Let heaven’s trumpet blast!
Lift high your shield of faith and watch those arrows fall at last.

They shatter into sparks before the Morning Star’s pure light,
For you are blood-bought royalty, arrayed in garments bright.
No common traveler here—no victim of the night—
You are a prince, a princess, crowned in everlasting light.

Regular? Never. Redeemed? Forever!
Crowned with living jewels no darkness can dissever.
Sealed by the Spirit’s flame, you shine with heaven’s might—
Walk tall, O child of the King, robed in glory, robed in light.

You are not ordinary—
You are eternally, gloriously royal.
Go shine, royal one.

While On Your Knees In Prayer, Miracles Happen by Debbie Harris

12 Tuesday May 2026

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While on your knees in prayer,
miracles happen

— not by luck, not by stars,
but because Christ is the Source.

He who spoke worlds into being
now bends near when you bow low.
Every healing, every door flung open,
every chain that suddenly falls
flows straight from the hands
still marked by nails.

The weight you carry loosens
because the One who carried the cross
now carries you.

What seemed impossible
bows its knee at His name
and stays.

Eyes closed, you see the scars
that bought every miracle.

In the hush between heartbeats,
Christ Himself is listening—
and He answers.

Keep kneeling.
This ground is holy.
Miracles are listening,
and their Source
is always Christ.

No Diamond Gleams Like Mercy’s Light: The Treasure Found in Christ Our Lord by Debbie Harris

11 Monday May 2026

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For the glory of Christ alone.

In the hush of dawn where shadows flee,
A gift descends, not bought with gold,
Not wrapped in silk or earthly plea,
But whispered soft in hearts grown cold.

Salvation—pure, through Jesus’ name,
The Lamb who bore our every stain,
Who faced the cross, endured the shame,
And rose victorious, breaking chains.

No diamond gleams like mercy’s light,
No treasure hoard can match its worth;
It lifts the lost from endless night,
And births new life from barren earth.

Oh, precious gift! Beyond all measure,
Freely given, humbly received—
In Christ alone we find our treasure,
Redeemed, restored, forever freed.

Bow low, dear soul, and claim this grace,
The greatest wonder time has known;
For heaven’s joy floods every place
Where Jesus Christ is Lord alone.

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.

Humanity’s Shadowed Light: Complexities of the Christless Heart by Debbie Harris

08 Friday May 2026

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In shadowed vales where no Redeemer trod,
Yet common grace still scatters seeds of good,
Man bears the image, marred but not erased,
And often walks with noble heart and mood.
He loves his children, tends the wounded beast,
Gives alms in secret, risks his life for friend;
Yet in his breast the ancient serpent’s yeast
Still works unseen, and waits its fatal end.

Without the Cross, the soul retains its spark—
Bright deeds of mercy, courage, truth, and art—
But lacks the root that holds it through the dark,
The living Vine that binds the fractured heart.
Thus cruelty, though not in every breast,
Finds easier soil where Christ is not enthroned;
It wears a thousand faces, finely dressed,
In systems cold where love is never owned.

Behold the cultured man of gentle speech,
Who weeps at poetry and feeds the poor,
Yet votes for laws that grind the helpless each,
Or turns away when conscience knocks his door.
The tender mother, fierce in love’s employ,
May still despise the stranger at her gate;
The honest scholar, seeker after joy,
May justify the scaffold and the hate.

O complex race! Half angel, half in chains—
Thou buildest hospitals, yet prisons too;
Thou singest ballads sweet of soft refrains,
Then march to war with hymns of vengeance new.
Thou pitiest horses, dogs, and woodland deer,
Yet traffic souls for pleasure or for gain;
Thou speakest peace, yet harbor secret fear
That turns to cruelty when loss brings pain.

Not every soul without the Savior’s name
Is brute or tyrant walking earth’s sad sod;
Yet all, unanchored, drift toward the same
Slow-cooling love, the gradual death of God.
For conscience fades when not renewed by grace,
And self becomes the measure and the law;
The kinder heart grows weary in the race,
And turns at last to serve its hidden flaw.

Thus shines a twilight beauty, real yet frail,
A borrowed light that glimmers, then grows dim;
Till Christ restore the heart that will not fail,
And flood with dawn what now is veiled and grim.
O fallen race, in whom such glories dwell,
Yet chained to shadows deeper than we see—
Come to the Lamb whose mercy cannot fail,
Lest even thy kindness prove a gilded tree.

Friend of God, Stranger to This World: Where True Celebration Awaits in Heaven by Debbie Harris

07 Thursday May 2026

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A faithful heart performs its sacred art—
Unseen deeds like incense, pure and bold,
Rising through the veil, untouched by earthly praise.

No trumpet sounds, no laurel crowns descend,
No crowds applaud the hands that serve in night.
The friend of God walks where few comprehend,
A stranger here, whose path the world calls slight.

For this world crowns its loud and gilded own,
The flash, the fame, the fleeting golden lie.
But Heaven’s ledger marks the seeds unsown
To mortal sight—each tear, each prayer, each sigh.

There, in the Lamb’s pure light, the veil will part,
And unseen labors bloom in endless day.
The Friend who sees in secret, searches heart,
Will celebrate with joy that none can take away.

So labor on, beloved, in holy shade,
Though earth forget, let not your spirit grieve.
The true ovation waits where stars are made—
In Heaven’s hall, where even silence sings.

Well done, thou good and faithful—enter in.
The crown of life outshines all earthly din.

Wings of Unending Grace: Lifting Ordinary Days into Songs of Praise by Debbie Harris

06 Wednesday May 2026

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This poem joyfully celebrates how the grace, mercy, forgiveness, and unending love of the Lord Jesus Christ transform an ordinary, everyday day into a soaring song of praise. Through vivid wing imagery, it shows guilt dissolving, the soul being lifted like eagles, and the believer flying through the hours — redeemed, radiant, and called by their true royal name.Format:
The poem is written in 7 quatrains (4-line stanzas) with a flowing, hymn-like rhythm and gentle rhyme scheme. It moves naturally from dawn through midday to evening, creating a clear daily journey while maintaining a celebratory, uplifting tone throughout.

Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits.
— Psalm 103:2

At dawn’s bright light, grace comes exultant,
unfolding wings of wonder on the heart.
No ledger holds the riches we are given—
only this healing joy that sings its part.

Guilt’s heavy chains dissolve like morning vapor,
ancient venom swept on mercy’s rising wind.
Forgiveness lifts us, strong and swift as eagles,
turning weary stubble into flight again.

Midday’s furnace cannot clip these pinions:
harsh voices fade beneath the upward call.
God’s love pours out in wide, redeeming rivers,
and we rise higher than the tempter’s thrall.

Forgiveness is the wind beneath our feathers,
a door flung open by the nail-pierced hands.
The heart once bowed now dances, leaps, and soars—
spilling heaven’s joy across the lands.

Oh, every ordinary hour is blazing
with blood-bought freedom, wild and wonder-bright!
Grace at the gate, mercy in the current,
forgiveness singing, “Rise! Take flight!”

Thus flies the soul—redeemed and radiant—
their true name spoken in crimson flame,
each faltering day a soaring celebration
of love that calls them by their royal name.

Only Christ (sonnet form) by Debbie Harris

05 Tuesday May 2026

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This is a Shakespearean (English) sonnet — 14 lines in iambic pentameter with the classic ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme.It declares that only Christ can give true kindness, forgiveness, mercy, love, grace, a transformed heart, hope, peace, and provision. It affirms Jesus as the one and only Savior — the Way, the Truth, and the Life — and closes with an urgent call to sinners to repent, believe, and live.

In Christ alone true kindness finds its source,
Forgiveness flows unstained by human hand,
Mercy that heals the sinner’s deep remorse,
And love no mortal heart can understand.
Grace, free and full, no merit can attain,
A bond of sonship none but He can give;
A heart, a soul, a renewed mind made clean—
All these in Jesus Christ alone do live.

Hope springs eternal where His word is heard,
A peace surpassing every storm and strife,
Provision rich from His unfailing Word—
One Saviour only, Lord of death and life.

O sinners, turn and come to Christ the Way;
Repent, believe, and live this very day.

Revelation 4:11A Victorious Celestial Ode by Debbie Harris

02 Saturday May 2026

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Revelation 4:11 (KJV)

You are worthy, our Lord and God,
to receive glory and honor and power,
for you created all things,
and by your will they were created
and have their being.

O radiant Lord, enthroned in blazing light,
Thou art worthy to claim eternal praise!
Glory and honor, majesty and might,
Crown Thee forever through unnumbered days.
Before Thy throne the fourfold creatures cry
“Holy!” in thunderous, triumphant strain;
The elders fall, their golden crowns they fly,
And cast them down in glad, adoring rain.
For by Thy sovereign will the heavens sprang,
Galaxies wheeled in fiery dance unfurled;
The oceans roared, the verdant mountains rang,
And life awoke across a waking world.
Each star that burns, each creature great and small,
The eagle’s soar, the lion’s royal roar,
All sing the anthem of their Maker’s call—
Thou hast created; Thou sustainest all.
Victorious King, whose word alone prevailed
When ancient darkness trembled at Thy voice,
No power of chaos has Thy throne assailed,
For all things serve Thee, and in Thee rejoice.
Hail, worthy One upon the sapphire throne!
Let every realm and every tongue confess:
All glory, honor, power are Thine alone,
Forever worthy, Lord of righteousness!
Amen. Amen.

Walk as Children of the Day: Pierce the Rot with Holy Boldness by Debbie Harris

27 Monday Apr 2026

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We are not called to tolerance of night—
that gentle lie the age keeps whispering,
as if all darkness held some equal right,
as if the fruitless works deserved our pitying.

No. The Gospel speaks with sharper light:
Have nothing to do with barren deeds concealed,
but drag them out where truth can burn them white.
Expose them. Let the hidden shame be revealed.

For silence is a kind of slow consent,
a velvet chain that lets the poison spread.
The child of light was never meant to bend
before the fashionable lies we’re fed—

that every vice is private, every choice
a sacred lane no one should dare condemn.
Yet Paul still cries across two thousand years:
the things they do in secret, do not name,

for they are worse than speech can bear to hold.
Instead, stand firm. Let daylight do its work.
Where rot festers, bring the flame of bold
confrontation—love that does not shirk.

This is no hatred wearing mercy’s mask.
It is the surgeon’s cut that saves the limb,
the father’s warning before the fatal task,
the rescuer who drags the sleeper from the rim.

Arise, then. Walk as children of the day.
No truce with what devours and gives no life.
The Gospel calls us not to look away,
but to expose, reprove, and pierce with light—

until the darkness breaks beneath the light.
Will you expose it now—or join its night.