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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.

From the High and Lifted Throne to the Repentant Heart: Hallelujah, What a Savior by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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In Uzziah’s death, when Judah’s sceptre fell,
I saw the Lord upon His throne on high,
Exalted far above where mortals dwell,
His flowing train of glory filled the sky.
The temple glowed with uncreated light,
Where seraphim stood burning, pure and bright.

Six wings each flaming seraph bore in state:
With two he veiled his face from glory’s blaze,
With two he hid his feet in reverent wait,
With two he flew through heaven’s endless maze.
One cried to one in voices like the sea,
“Holy, holy, holy, Lord of Hosts is He!

”Thrice rang the cry through courts of crystal fire,
“Holy!”—each note a sun that pierced the night;
“The whole earth swells with glory’s vast empire,
From ocean deep to mountain’s crown of light.”
The doorposts shook as thunder filled the dome,
And clouds of incense veiled the eternal throne.

When earthly kings to silent dust descend,
The King eternal reigns in robes of flame;
His hem alone makes every realm bend,
And all creation sings His matchless name.

This selfsame Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Desires to dwell within each heart that cries
In true repentance, placing faith in Him—
Hallelujah! What a Savior! Let all praise begin.

Overflow by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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My heart is full of Christ.
And so I write.

Ink stirs where blood once failed,
each syllable a vein of grace.
The Cross still rises in my chest—
its shadow lengthens down the page.

I do not write to crown the stars
nor carve my name where stone forgets.
I write because He wrote me first
upon the wounds that stilled my breath.

Grace seeps from the pen’s worn edge
like water from a fractured clay,
clear, unbidden, bearing light
through every crack that will not close.

Hope rises slow in resurrection lines
while sorrow learns the lift of minor keys.

My heart, brimmed full and trembling still,
spills not as one who has arrived,
but as one carried, held, and led—
word after quiet word,
breath after trembling breath,
line after fragile line.

Two Versions of a Prayer: From the Heart to the Page by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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I wrote this prayer out of a deep desire to acknowledge that all true wisdom comes from the Lord alone. Below are two versions: the original, which came straight from my heart, and a more literary revision that leans into poetic craft while keeping the same spirit of dependence and worship. I’d love to hear which one speaks to you more—and why.

Original Version

Lord, we have no wisdom apart from You,
You are our Wisdom, holy, pure, and true.
We lean not on our own frail understanding,
But on Your Word for life’s sure guiding.

Lord, we have no wisdom apart from You,
Your wisdom full of holiness and life anew—
A river of light that pierces darkest night,
A fountain of grace, our souls’ pure delight.

In every moment, in every choice we face,
We turn from self and seek Your boundless grace.
No fleeting wisdom this vain world can give,
Only Yours, O Lord, in You alone we live.

Lord, we have no wisdom apart from You,
You are our Wisdom, faithful, strong, and true.
Breathe Your holy life into every soul,
And rule forever as our King and Goal.

Literary Revision:

Wisdom Apart Lord, apart from Thee no wisdom dwells in us—
only the brittle reed of mortal guess,
the cracked cisterns of a self that thirsts
yet drinks its shadow dry.

Thou art our Wisdom, holy, honed as blade
that parts the bone from marrow, night from claim;
a vein of light through granite dark, a seam
where grace seeps slow as resin from the wound.

In every fork where choice ignites like tinder,
we turn—half-blinded still—from the quick flare
of worldly coals that warm the hand but char the soul.
No borrowed spark avails; we seek the Source.

Lord, apart from Thee no wisdom holds—
Thou, faithful forge and flame, unyielding true.
Breathe now Thy quickening ash into these lungs,
and rule us, King, until the seeking ends in You.

Lord, You Are the Source of All Wisdom, Holiness, and Life Version 1 by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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This is a humble, worshipful prayer-poem declaring that we have no wisdom apart from God. Using a simple and flowing AABB rhyme scheme (rhyming couplets), the poem features a repeating refrain and gentle classical rhythm, inviting every soul to turn from self-reliance and lean fully on God’s holy, life-giving Word.

O Lord, apart from Thee we hold no wisdom;
Thou art our Wisdom, holy, pure, and true.
We lean not on the fragile reed of self,
But on Thy Word, our compass ever sure.

Thou art the Wisdom crowned with light and life,
A river pure that cleaves the deepest night,
A living fountain where the weary soul
Drinks grace undimmed, and finds its true delight.

In every moment, at each turning place,
We turn from shadowed self and fleeting schemes,
Rejecting all the hollow lore of earth
To rest in Thee alone, our life, our dreams.

O Lord, apart from Thee we hold no wisdom;
Thou art our Wisdom, faithful, strong, and true.
Breathe now Thy sacred fire through every soul,
And reign forever as our King and Goal.

The Holy Spirit’s Faithful Guard: What He Has Never Done and Never Will by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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O Holy Spirit, faithful Guide and Dove,
You never lead the soul where Scripture forbids.
Your gentle touch anoints with truth and love,
And never plants rebellion in our hearts or minds.

You will not call a woman to the role
Of shepherd, ruling over men in church;
Creation’s order stands — from Eden’s dawn —
Christ is the Head, and men reflect His worth.

You never lead a single soul to sin,
To break the vows of marriage or betray;
Your voice brings holiness and self-control,
Convicting us to walk the narrow way.

You do not need our money to release
A single blessing from the Father’s hand;
Grace flows unearned, through faith and not through fees —
No coin can buy what only God commands.

You give no guarantee of health or wealth
To every believer who calls on His name;
Some saints will suffer, carry thorns, or pain,
Yet find their strength and treasure still the same.

You do not force the tongue to speak in noise,
In unknown sounds that only one can know;
True gifts build up the church with ordered voice,
Or lift the heart in quiet prayer alone.

You never speak a word against the Book,
Never twist the Scriptures or contradict;
The Bible is Your lantern, truth Your light —
You guide us ever by what God has writ.

Great Spirit, guard Your church from every lie,
From teachings smooth that tickle itching ears;
Keep humble hearts in holy fear and awe,
And test each spirit till the truth appears.

For You are seal and guarantee and Guide,
Always pointing us to Jesus Christ the Lord —
In Him the Father’s perfect will abides,
Unchanging, pure, according to Your Word.

Behold the Master’s Signature:All Creation Declares His Flawless Art by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Apr 2026

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In dawn’s first blush where golden rivers run,
The Master’s hand unfurls the rising sun—
A canvas vast, with clouds of silken fire,
Each ray a thread of heaven’s pure desire.

The mountains rise like ancient guardians tall,
Their peaks etched sharp against the sapphire wall;
With forests cloaked in emerald velvet deep,
Where whispers weave through boughs in slumber sweet.

The ocean sings in waves of turquoise grace,
A symphony of foam and vast embrace;
Beneath its breast, the coral gardens bloom,
Like jeweled cities from a monarch’s loom.

The fragile rose, in petals soft as prayer,
Unfolds her heart with fragrance rich and rare;
A butterfly, with wings of stained-glass light,
Dances on winds that bless the morning bright.

The stars at dusk, a diamond-studded veil,
Scatter their secrets where the nightingales
Pour forth their souls in melodies divine,
As moonlight bathes the world in silver shine.

From tiniest seed that cracks the earthen floor,
To eagle soaring where the tempests roar—
Each atom hums with purpose, pure and true,
A living poem etched by hands anew.

No flaw escapes the eye of perfect Love;
All things reflect the glory from above.
In every breath, in every leaf and stone,
We see the Artist’s signature—His own.

For what our Creator weaves in timeless art
Is masterpiece eternal, pure and whole—
A rhyme of wonder, beauty without end,
Where earth and sky in sacred chorus blend.