Light blue clouds with gold so grand,
Painted by Christ’s holy hand,
His created beauty, pure and true,
Stirs the soul with wonder anew.
Heaven’s Canvas Created By Christ Our Creator by Debbie Harris
06 Thursday Mar 2025
Category Archives: Christian Poetry
Sonnet for Dolci’s Virgin and Child, Circa 1640s, Bob Jones University Museum & Gallery by Debbie Harris
06 Thursday Mar 2025
This 14-line sonnet, in iambic pentameter with an ABAB rhyme, celebrates Carlo Dolci’s Virgin and Child (circa 1646–1649) at Bob Jones University Museum & Gallery. The first quatrain paints the Virgin in an orange robe like glowing embers, her coral cheeks and golden halo radiating warmth and reverence. The second quatrain presents the Child, human flesh yet divine King, with amber curls, lifted high by her on an olive green pillow—verdant and throne-like. The third quatrain zooms in on that pillow, deep with garden echoes, fringed with golden tassels, cradling Him as a subtle prophecy of the cross. The final couplet ties it to Dolci’s 1640s artistry, where her love enshrines the Child as God’s chosen Son, blending peace and redemption.
Her robe, an orange flame, like embers gleams,
A silken glow that wraps the Virgin’s form,
Her coral cheeks alight with tender dreams,
A golden halo crowns her spirit warm.
The Child, in flesh yet born to reign as King,
His amber curls cascade in soft delight,
She lifts Him high where Heaven’s praises sing,
On olive green, a throne of verdant might.
Gold tassels gleam, a dance of royal grace,
The pillow deep with garden’s whispered lore,
Holds up His frame, a hint of future’s trace,
A cross to come, His love forevermore.
In sixteen-forties’ stroke, this piece was spun,
Sonnet: “For This Corruptible Must Put On Incorruption, And This Mortal Must Put On Immortality” by Debbie Harris
06 Thursday Mar 2025
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bible, Biblical Truth, Christ Centered Devotionals, Christian Poetry, faith, Inspirational, theology
Based on I Corinthians 15:53 (KJV)
When mortal flesh ascends to glorious might,
Beneath a vault where stars in splendor blaze,
The eyes, reborn, drink deep of boundless sights,
A realm unveiled to everlasting gaze.
The mountains bow, their peaks in golden flame,
Oceans unfurl, their depths a jeweled expanse,
Each hue ignites, too vast for words to name,
A world remade in beauty’s fierce advance.
The winds bear songs no living ear could claim,
Through endless skies, the hosts of light parade,
Time’s curtain parts, all history aflame,
A radiant host in endless ranks arrayed.
And there we stand, with vision crowned anew,
To see the boundless sights immortality reveals.
A Royal Garment of Sonnet’s Lines Sewn With the Holy Spirit’s Thread and Free Verse’s Living Waters Drawn From His Well to Honor Christ Our Head by Debbie Harris
06 Thursday Mar 2025
The sonnet, “A Royal Garment of Sonnet’s Lines Sewn With the Holy Spirit’s Thread and Free Verse’s Living Waters Drawn From His Well to Honor Christ Our Head”, explores the dance between sonnet and free verse, both glorifying Christ. The first eight lines paint the sonnet as a “crown of measured rhyme”—a structured, kingly form where discipline crafts a “court of sound,” yet bends with freedom, like a throne for Jesus with His thorns, each rhyme a prayer. The last six shift to free verse, a “stream in quiet peace”—unbound, flowing with the Spirit’s gentle call, lifting to Christ without rigid walls. It ends tying both together: sonnets reign with royal art, free verse breathes grace—two paths, one heart, all for God’s glory.
The sonnet weaves a crown of measured rhyme,
Each line a jewel, cut to fit its frame,
A dance of feet in lockstep with old time,
Where discipline and grace exalt a name.
Its walls hold tight, a kingly court of sound,
Yet freedom hides in how the heart can bend,
A throne where Christ might sit, with thorns around,
And every turn a prayer that seeks no end.
But free verse flows like streams in quiet peace,
No rigid form to bind its gentle call,
A voice set loose, where Spirit finds release,
It lifts to Christ, unboxed, yet standing tall.
So sonnets reign with order’s royal art,
Free verse lends voice to crown the Lord’s heart.
Villanelle: I, The Lord, Will Refresh The Weary With My Care And Crown The Saint With Light by Debbie Harris
06 Thursday Mar 2025
This 19-line villanelle, spoken in the voice of Christ, promises divine renewal and fulfillment. Through five tercets and a concluding quatrain, it repeats two refrains: “I, the Lord, will refresh the weary soul” and “And fill the saint with blessings rare and whole.” Christ vows to lift the burdened and broken—those sinking under tolls, dwelling in cold depths, or scarred beyond repair—offering them mercy, peace, and consolation amidst life’s tempests. Simultaneously, He pledges to bless the righteous and humble with grace and wholeness, using vivid imagery like springs, tides, and dawn. The poem culminates in an invitation to take His hand, uniting the lost and the righteous in His embrace, as reflected in Jeremiah 31:25 (“I will refresh the weary and satisfy the faint”) and Matthew 5:6 (“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled”).
For I have satiated the weary soul, and I have replenished every sorrowful soul.
Jeremiah 31:25 (KJV)
I, the Lord, will refresh the weary soul,
Through shadowed vales where broken hearts abide,
And fill the saint with blessings rare and whole.
The heavy-laden sink beneath their toll,
Shall find my spring of mercy flowing wide,
I, the Lord, will refresh the weary soul.
The humble lift their pleas from depths so cold,
My grace shall rise like dawn at eventide,
And fill the saint with blessings rare and whole.
No tempest breaks the spirit I control,
For peace and strength in my embrace collide,
I, the Lord, will refresh the weary soul.
The scarred and fallen, I shall yet console,
My gentle tide shall lift them to my side,
And fill the saint with blessings rare and whole.
Come, grasp my hand, let burdens lose their hold,
In me, the lost and righteous shall reside—
I, the Lord, will refresh the weary soul,
And fill the saint with blessings rare and whole.
Prayer Against America’s Governmental Rot by Debbie Harris
05 Wednesday Mar 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
The poem presents a plea to address the corruption in government, specifically attributing it to Marxism’s influence. It calls for wise leaders to extinguish this ideology’s hold and liberate the state from its oppressive grip.
When Marxism’s rot grips power’s frame,
We pray to halt its creeping claim,
For leaders wise to douse the flame,
And free the state from shackled shame.
A Sonnet On The Rage Of The Heathen And The Laughter Of The Lord From Psalm 2 by Debbie Harris
05 Wednesday Mar 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
Why do the heathen rage, And the people imagine a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, Against the LORD, and against his anointed, saying, Let us break their bands asunder, And cast away their cords from us. He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: The Lord shall have them in derision.
Psalm 2:1-4
The sonnet explores the futile rebellion of earthly rulers and nations against God and His anointed, as inspired by Psalm 2:1-4. It depicts their prideful schemes to break free from divine authority as weak and delusional. In response, God, seated in heaven, laughs at their efforts, mocking their plans with sovereign power. The poem concludes by affirming His eternal dominion, rendering their might insignificant and their defiance dust before His wrath.
Why do the heathen rage in vain conceit,
And nations weave their dreams of empty pride?
The kings of earth in council dark abide,
To cast away the cords of heaven’s seat.
Against the Lord they rise, their hearts replete
With scorn for Him who reigns, anointed, high;
Their bands they seek to break, their rule defy,
Yet all their strength is but a frail deceit.
Above, enthroned, the One in glory laughs,
Deriding mortal schemes with sovereign mirth;
Their wrathful cries are naught but fleeting chaff.
For He who holds the heavens and the earth
Shall scorn their plans with everlasting wrath,
How Can Anyone Not Want To Make America Great Again? By Debbie Harris
04 Tuesday Mar 2025
The poem, titled “How Can Anyone Not Want to Make America Great Again?”, expresses dismay at those who don’t support the vision of restoring America’s greatness. It describes a nation where freedom thrives and a call to elevate it rings out, yet some, depicted as cold and indifferent, turn away from this goal. These individuals are seen as betraying the patriotic spirit and the promise of liberty. In contrast, the poem praises those who remain dedicated, working together boldly to repair and renew America’s glory, emphasizing that true greatness belongs to those who actively pursue a bright future.
In lands where freedom’s banner proudly waves,
A call resounds to lift her glory high,
Yet some, with hearts turned cold, like muted knaves,
Reject the dream, and let ambition die.
Oh, traitor’s soul, that spurns the patriot’s fire,
What cause could dim the stars that light our way?
To shun the toil, the fight, the heart’s desire,
Betrays the dawn of liberty’s bright day.
But still the faithful strive, their spirits bold,
With hands united, forging fate anew,
To mend the cracks, restore the age of gold,
And keep the promise steadfast, pure, and true.
For greatness lives in those who dare to stand,
And build a shining future, hand in hand.
The Unshaken Truth Of Marriage As God Decreed: One Man, One Woman by Debbie Harris
04 Tuesday Mar 2025
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Biblical Truth, Christ Centered Devotionals, Christian Poetry, Inspirational, Poetry, Royally Redeemed, theology
A bond divine, by God’s own hand decreed,
One man, one woman joined in sacred rite,
A truth eternal, sown in holy deed,
To stand as one beneath His boundless light.
No mortal voice can shift this firm design,
For heaven spoke its will in days of old,
Two souls, distinct, in unity align,
A covenant no age shall e’er remold.
The world may drift with whims of fleeting day,
Yet God’s command endures, unshaken, strong,
Its purity no storm can sweep away.
So let this truth in every soul revive,
From Eden’s dawn, their union shall strive,
One man, one woman, blessed by God to thrive.
Wokeness Unveiled As A Demonic And Satanic Orchestrated Farce by Debbie Harris
04 Tuesday Mar 2025
The sonnet portrays wokeness as a deceptive, demonic force that ensnares minds with a sinful, oppressive creed. It describes how this doctrine, loud and zealous, obscures truth and enslaves the free, plunging the world into darkness. Yet, reason and clarity persist, breaking wokeness’ fragile hold and restoring sight to those deceived. The poem concludes with a call to end this orchestrated lie, allowing Christ’s truth to triumph and reclaim freedom.
A shadow falls, where wokeness weaves its snare,
Its garb is sin, not thinly spun, but coarse,
It bends the mind with dogma’s hollow glare,
A demon’s work through mortal tongues perforce.
This wokeness cries with fervor loud and bold,
Yet cloaks the truth in chains of zealous might,
It bids the free to kneel, their spirits sold,
A creed that turns the day to endless night.
But still the dawn of reason holds its flame,
To shatter wokeness’ frail and fleeting frame,
Restoring sight to those it sought to tame.
So let this orchestrated lie be done,
In clarity, its power overrun,
And Christ’s truth reclaim freedom’s place once won.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 