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Antisemitism: The Ancient Poison by Debbie Harris

03 Friday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Pleasing God Not Man, Spiritual Warfare

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A Note to the Reader

Dear Reader,

Antisemitism is not ancient history—it is a deadly, unrelenting poison that continues to corrupt our age, twisting truth, reviving blood libels, and branding Jews as the eternal source of every evil. Whether disguised as “anti-Zionism,” wrapped in religious fanaticism, or shouted through modern protest chants, it is the same vile hatred: a direct assault on decency, reason, and the very foundations of Western civilization. It can never be loyal to America. It openly rejects the Constitution’s sacred promise of equal rights and deliberately destroys the Judeo-Christian bedrock that built our liberty. This is not simple prejudice—it is a treasonous betrayal of the open society that protects us all.

Scripture thunders against this evil with unbreakable clarity. Genesis 12:3 warns: “I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse.” Zechariah 2:8 declares that striking Israel is like touching the apple of God’s own eye. Psalm 122:6 commands us to pray for Jerusalem’s peace. Romans 11 affirms that God has not cast off His people and that His gifts and calling to Israel remain irrevocable. Proverbs 6:16-19 lists those who sow discord and spill innocent blood among the things the Lord detests.

We must confront this wickedness without flinching. Name antisemitism for the cancer it is. Enforce our laws with iron resolve. Deport its advocates. Refuse to import or tolerate this destructive force any longer. America is not a suicide pact. Protect the Republic with unyielding strength. Defend what is right, true, and good—before it is too late.

With clarity, courage, and unshakeable resolve,

The Poet

Antisemitism is no relic of the past,

It surges today with a venomous blast.

It twists the truth and revives old lies,

Brands every Jew as the cause of our cries.

Since Jesus was born from their sacred line,

Satan has hunted them, ruthless and blind.

The adversary rages with furious hate,

Against the people through whom came our fate—

Salvation’s root and redemption’s gate.

This is no mere bias, it’s spiritual war,

A demonic strike at the covenant’s core.

Whether masked as “anti-Zionism” today,

Or marching in streets with its ancient display,

It assaults the West and its hard-won light,

Rejects the Constitution’s promise of right.

It cannot be loyal, it will not abide

With American values or freedom’s wide tide.

It erodes the foundations, both moral and true,

That the Judeo-Christian faith built anew.

Scripture thunders with warning severe:

Genesis Twelve—those who bless them are dear,

But cursers shall face what they choose to sow near.

Zechariah declares the apple of God’s eye,

Touch Israel and Heaven’s wrath draws nigh.

Pray for Jerusalem’s peace, Psalm one-two-two,

For those who love her shall prosper too.

Romans Eleven—God’s gifts stand unmoved,

His calling on Israel has never been removed.

We must rise with courage, unblinking and bold,

Name this evil clearly, let truth be told.

Enforce every law with unyielding hand,

Deport its champions from our sovereign land.

America’s no suicide pact, we declare—

We defend our Republic with honor and care.

No more tolerance for this poisonous blade.

Stand firm for the future our children have made.

The fight is upon us. The hour is now.

Defend what is righteous. Take your vow.

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Victorious Conscience: No Longer Glass Reflecting Failures — The Triumph of the Cross and Blood by Debbie Harris

02 Thursday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Pleasing God Not Man, Royally Redeemed, salvation, Spiritual Warfare, Thanksgiving, Triumphant

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Dear Reader,

This poem arises from a single, astonishing truth that echoes through the ninth and tenth chapters of Hebrews: the blood of Jesus does not merely cancel a debt in the heavenly ledger; it reaches deeper, into the hidden chamber of the human conscience, and there it cleanses what no animal sacrifice, no repeated vow, and no amount of religious effort ever could. The old covenant left worshippers forgiven yet burdened, their sins covered but their inner sense of guilt perpetually reawakened. Christ’s once-for-all offering does what religion could only imitate — it removes the sin and quiets the accuser within. In a world that still rehearses yesterday’s failures and whispers that we are not yet worthy, this poem is an invitation to let revelation do what striving never can. May these lines help you lay down the chains you were never meant to carry and walk boldly into the presence of the Father, not as a guilty servant, but as a beloved child whose conscience has been sprinkled clean. The work is finished. The blood still speaks. All things are new.

With humility and love,

From the poet.

Beneath the ceaseless smoke of lesser fires,
where goat and bull bled out their rote desire,
the heart kept count. Each knife a metronome
ticking the debt that never reached its sum.
The temple’s shadow lengthened on the stone;
forgiveness came in fractions, never whole.

Then, once, the veil no mortal hand had torn
was split by vein and thorn and holy scorn.
Not cover — excision. Blood that spoke
through marrow, memory, the mind’s own yoke.
It stormed the court where accusation reigned
and silenced every verdict it contained.

No more the dragging of the slain behind,
old selves rehearsed like iron chains of pain.
The enemy returns with borrowed breath,
but finds the tomb already void of death.
What Heaven has erased, no hell can stain,
no watermark of guilt can reinstate.

O mind, unlearn the liturgy of guilt.
Let revelation break the buried fault.
Fix on the One whose ending undid all —
the cross that swallowed every lesser fall.
Sprung clean, the conscience turns — no longer glass
reflecting failures, but a living lens
through which we draw near to the Father’s face,
with boldness, sprinkled clean, and full of rest.

Here is the peace that passes understanding:
not earned, but entered, like a room long standing
open since the sixth hour on that hill.
Walk through. The blood still sings: all things are new.

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Praise Anthem on Psalm 33:2 by Debbie Harris

02 Thursday Jul 2026

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Psalm 33:2 (KJV)

Praise the LORD with harp: sing unto him with the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings.

Dear Reader,

These words were written as an invitation—to lift your heart, your voice, and every instrument you have, not out of duty, but because of who God is. His truth, His unfailing love, His power to create and to rescue—these are the reasons our joy refuses to stay silent. May this anthem stir you to worship with abandon.

Praise the Lord with harp and soaring strings—

let joyful thunder burst from every chord!

Awake the psaltery; its ten bright rings

explode in triumph, singing to the Lord.

We sing because His word is true and right,

because His every promise stands secure.

He spoke the galaxies to blazing light,

and breathed this living, breathing world secure.

We sing because His steadfast love runs deep,

unfailing through the rising tide of years.

When fear would steal our joy or sorrow creep,

His mercy meets us, dries our hidden tears.

We sing because He watches over all—

the nations in His hands, the hearts that trust.

He rescues, shields, and lifts us when we fall,

and turns our mourning into shouts of dust-to-glory trust.

So strike every note with passion, bold and free—

let music leap and dance across the air.

No silent heart can hold this blazing sea

of gladness surging upward like a prayer.

Let brass and woodwind, drum and ringing bell

join in the glad explosion of His fame.

The rivers clap, the mountains laugh and swell,

creation joins the chorus of His name.

From quiet rooms to stadiums of praise,

lift every voice until the heavens roar.

The King of glory meets us all our days—

His endless love forever burns the more!

To God alone belongs this mighty song—

the reason for our joy, forever strong.

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Be Still and Know That God Is on the Throne by Debbie Harris

01 Wednesday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Christ-centered poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Royally Redeemed, Triumphant

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Dear Reader,

In the latter days, when the foundations of the earth are shaken and the kingdoms of men reel to and fro like a drunkard (Isaiah 24:20), when the dragon grows wroth and the night seems long, I set forth this song of ascents. It is a meditation upon the eternal decree of the Most High, who “sitteth upon the circle of the earth” and “bringeth the princes to nothing” (Isaiah 40:22–23). Take heed, weary pilgrim: the Lord of Hosts has not abdicated His throne. The Lamb that was slain is the Lion who has prevailed. Though principalities and powers rage, though death and hell lift up their voice, yet “the Lord reigneth; let the earth rejoice” (Psalm 97:1). Be still, therefore, and know that I AM is God (Psalm 46:10). He who commanded light out of darkness, who stilled the waves with a word, who burst the bars of the grave — He abideth faithful upon the throne of glory, high and lifted up. His mercy endureth forever, and His kingdom shall have no end. May these lines be as a lamp unto thy feet in the valley of the shadow, and a banner of triumph lifted high against the gathering gloom. Unto Him who is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy — to the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen.

The Poet

Be still, O soul, when darkness veils the land,
When tempests roar, and mountains bow in fear,
When tyrants boast, and hell’s black legions stand,
And every mortal hope dissolves in tears.
The cosmos trembles, yet one truth is known—
Be still, and know: God sits upon the throne.

Supreme in light no mortal eye can bear,
Where seraphim in ceaseless worship fall,
He reigns unchallenged, sovereign everywhere,
The Ancient One who fashioned earth and all.
No storm, no sword, no shadow of the night
Can dim the splendor of His holy light.

Though empires sink like stones in raging seas,
Though war and plague consume the works of men,
Though grief may crush and sorrow’s tempest seize
The broken heart again and yet again—
Still from His throne the King of Glory sings,
And bends all chaos to His purposes.

Be still, my heart, when death draws near thy door,
When loved ones sleep beneath the cold, dark sod.
Lift up thine eyes! The risen Lord before
Has shattered graves and triumphed over blood.
The Lion roars; the darkness flees His face—
The throne stands firm, unmovable by grace.

Triumphant! Let the dragon rage and roar,
Let hell unleash its final, furious tide—
The Lamb once slain has conquered evermore;
His victory echoes far and wide.
All knees shall bow, all tongues at last proclaim:
The Lord is on the throne, forever reigning!

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The Christian’s Robe of Righteousness – True Royalty Clothed by the King of Kings by Debbie Harris

01 Wednesday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Pleasing God Not Man, Royally Redeemed

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

This poem was born from a deep wonder at the glorious exchange the Gospel offers. While earthly orders such as the noble Order of the Thistle display dignity, beauty, and honourable tradition worthy of respect, they remain but shadows compared to the heavenly reality given to every believer in Christ. I wanted to celebrate how our Father, who owns all the jewels of creation, clothes His children in robes of righteousness that are infinitely more splendid than the richest ceremonial garments on earth. At the same time, I desired to honour the biblical call to live as true royalty — a royal priesthood — while walking in humble submission to the authorities God has placed over us. My prayer is that these verses will lift your eyes beyond earthly honours to the breathtaking generosity of our Saviour. May you wear the robe of Christ’s righteousness with both boldness and humility, knowing you are already clothed in the very glory of heaven.

With joy in our shared inheritance,
The Poet

In ancient halls where noble monarchs tread,
The Order of the Thistle nobly bears
Its mantle rich with gold and ermine thread,
Embroidered thistles, jewels, and stately airs—
A worthy honour, earned through loyal years.
Yet brighter still the robe the ransomed wear,
The garment heaven tailors with such care.

No loom of princes, no imperial dye,
No crown of emperors in ancient state,
Can match the splendour woven from on high—
The spotless robe of Christ’s own righteousness,
Imputed, sealed by sovereign grace and blood.
No mortal hand could ever form or trace
Such purity, such dignity, such grace.

Behold the robes our Father freely gives!
Not spun on earth, but forged in realms of light,
In gold refined where purest glory lives,
With gems untold that crown the world’s delight.
For every diamond, ruby, sapphire bright,
Each pearl that rests beneath the ocean’s keep—
Our Father owns them all. He bids them leap

To adorn His children with celestial fire.
The opals dance, the emeralds burn and sing;
The treasures of creation’s vast desire
Are His by right, the great Creator-King.
He scatters stars like dust beneath His wing,
Yet clothes the humble in such radiant dress
That earthly honours bow in awed caress.

These robes surpass in glory and in grace
The finest garments noble orders wear;
Our garments flow in everlasting day,
Each thread a ray from heaven’s fountain fair.
No jeweller could ever thread such light—
Where sapphires pulse like holy, living blood,
And rubies blaze with deathless, sacred flood.

Yet here on earth we walk as true nobility,
A royal priesthood, chosen from above,
Heirs of a Kingdom vast beyond all royalty,
Anointed sons and daughters of the Dove.
Christians are the true royalty on earth—
Though thrones may rise and earthly powers stand,
We honour those whom God has set in birth
And place, submitting to His wise command.

We bow to kings and governors by law,
Obey the sword that bears the Lord’s decree,
For every just authority we saw
Is ordered by the King of kings we see.
No rebel spirit mars our royal tread;
With humble strength we render what is due,
Yet lift our eyes where crowns of glory head,
For greater is the Throne that claims us too.

A million times more glorious is the dress
That Christ bestows upon the trusting soul,
More radiant than the Thistle’s noble crest,
More lasting than all honours earth extols.
When saints in glory cast their crowns before
The sapphire throne, they’ll praise the Lamb alone,
Clothed in the righteousness He freely wore—
The greatest treasure heaven’s grace has shown.

O Christian, wear this garment without pride,
Yet walk with holy boldness in its light;
Let every earthly robe of honour bide
Its place, for heaven’s wardrobe makes the sight
Of mortal pomp grow pale beside its height.
In Christ alone our righteousness is found—
More fair than crowns, more rich than all renown.

Thus robed, we journey through the vale unafraid,
Till faith is sight and shadows flee away;
Then shall we see the robe the Saviour made,
And swell the triumph song in endless day:
“To Him who loved us, washed us in His blood—
All glory, honour, power, and praise to God!”

The Thistle stands with honour in its sphere;
Yet heaven’s garment reigns forever here.

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Ardent Adoration by Debbie Harris

30 Tuesday Jun 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Praise, Royally Redeemed, Thanksgiving, Triumphant

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

In moments of quiet wonder, when the soul feels the weight of divine beauty and the heart can no longer contain its joy, these lines were born. They are not merely words, but a humble offering — a song of ardent love and ceaseless praise lifted to the Glorious King who reigns above all yet draws near in tender grace.

May they kindle in your own heart the same adoration, and may every reading become an act of worship.

With reverence and affection,

The Poet

Psalm 145:1

I will extol thee, my God, O king; and I will bless thy name for ever and ever.

Psalm 95:6

O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker.

1 Chronicles 29:11

Thine, O LORD, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O LORD, and thou art exalted as head above all.

Psalm 145:3

Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.

Revelation 4:11

Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.

Psalm 47:6-7

Sing praises to God, sing praises: sing praises unto our King, sing praises. For God is the King of all the earth: sing ye praises with understanding.

Psalm 63:3-4

Because thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee. Thus will I bless thee while I live: I will lift up my hands in thy name.

Revelation 5:13

And every creature which is in heaven, and on the earth, and under the earth, and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them, heard I saying, Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb for ever and ever.

O Glorious King, enthroned above,

My heart overflows with ardent love;

In deepest adoration I adore,

And lift to Thee my soul’s pure store.

Thy majesty sets heaven ablaze,

Yet draws me near in wondrous grace;

Eternal Beauty, ever true,

I praise Thee, Lord, and worship You.

All that I am, all that I own,

I lay before Thy mercy’s throne;

My joy, my breath, my every praise—

Forever Thine, through endless days.

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Bouquets of Divine and Holy Beauty: Sacred Blossoms in the Garden of the Soul by Debbie Harris

29 Monday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the Poet

These words were not written merely to be read, but to be felt—like the soft brush of a petal against your cheek on a quiet morning. In a world that often moves too fast and forgets to look upward, I wanted to offer you something gentle yet eternal: Bouquets of Divine and Holy Beauty.

Each stanza is a small gathering of flowers grown in the garden of the soul. They are reminders that holiness is not distant or abstract, but woven into the very fabric of creation—present in every bloom, every fragrance, every moment of unexpected grace. The rose, the lily, the iris, the orchid… they are living psalms, silent yet singing of a Love that fashioned both galaxies and gardenias.

If these lines bring you even a single breath of peace, a flicker of light in shadowed hours, or a deeper awareness of the Gardener who tends us all, then they have done what they were meant to do.

May you walk gently through your days, gathering sacred blossoms wherever you find them.

With reverence and hope,

The Poet

Matthew 6:28-29 (NIV)

And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.

Song of Solomon 2:1-2 (NIV)

I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the young women.

Hosea 14:5 (NIV)

I will be like the dew to Israel; he will blossom like a lily. Like a cedar of Lebanon he will send down his roots; his young shoots will grow.

Song of Solomon 2:12 (NIV)

Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.

Isaiah 35:1-2 (NIV)

The desert and the parched land will be glad; the wilderness will rejoice and blossom. Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom; it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.

Isaiah 40:8 (NIV)

The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.

In gardens where the veil of heaven thins,

Petals unfurl like whispered prayers,

Bouquets of divine and holy beauty spin

On stems of light, beyond all earthly cares.

Each rose, a flame of crimson sacred fire,

Burns softly with the love that fashioned stars;

Lilies white as souls that never tire,

Bow low before the breath of morning’s scars.

The iris lifts her blade of violet grace,

A sword of truth through shadows deep and cold;

Daisies cluster in a childlike face,

Their golden hearts reflecting joys untold.

Orchids hover, jewels of the unseen throne,

Fragrance rising like incense at the shrine;

Honeysuckle vines where angels drone

Their ancient hymns in tendrils intertwined.

These are not mere flowers born of clay and rain—

They are the signatures of mercy’s hand,

Bouquets arranged across the vast domain

To heal the heart and help the spirit stand.

When sorrow bends the soul like winter bough,

Pluck one bright bloom and hold it to the light;

In its quiet veins you’ll hear the vow

Of everlasting beauty, pure and bright.

For every petal sings the holy Name,

In colors stolen from the dawn of time;

Bouquets of divine and holy flame

That turn our fleeting days to endless rhyme.

So gather them with reverence, not with haste—

These living psalms, these jewels of the Most High.

In their soft presence, let all fear be chaste,

And know the Gardener walks forever nigh.

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Because Jesus Christ Resides Within: The Enduring Beauty of His Authentic Followers by Debbie Harris

29 Monday Jun 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Pleasing God Not Man, Royally Redeemed

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Dear Reader,

From the Poet’s Heart

If these words have found you, know they were written with deep love and reverence for the One who changes everything. In a world that measures beauty by outward appearance, fleeting success, and passing trends, this poem is a gentle reminder of the only beauty that truly lasts — the radiant presence of Jesus Christ living within a surrendered heart.

True authentic followers of Jesus do not manufacture holiness or beauty; they simply make room for Him. When He resides within, something divine begins to shine through — even in weakness, even in brokenness, even in ordinary days. That inner light is what the world notices but cannot explain. It is grace-made-visible.

May these lines encourage you, stir your faith, or draw you closer to the Savior who longs to dwell in every willing heart. Whether you are walking closely with Him today or searching for Him still, remember: the greatest beauty you will ever carry is Christ in you, the hope of glory.

With prayer and affection,

The Poet

Supporting Scriptures

• Colossians 1:27
“To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.”

• 2 Corinthians 4:16-18
“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day… So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”

• 1 Peter 3:3-4
“Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes. Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.”

• Galatians 2:20
“I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”

• Ephesians 3:16-17
“I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith.”

• 2 Corinthians 3:18
“And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.”

True authentic followers of Jesus Christ

Always carry beauty—soft, radiant, unseen—

For Jesus Christ resides within.

A quiet flame behind the eyes,

A strength that bends but never breaks,

Where thorns of trial bloom as roses,

And every scar becomes a sign of grace.

Not gold upon the skin, nor fame upon the name,

But Living Water flowing through the veins,

A holy hush that calms the storm,

A love that gives without return.

They walk the narrow road with steady feet,

Though weary, worn, or mocked by night—

For in their chest the King still reigns,

And beauty blooms where He abides.

Let the world chase mirrors made of glass;

The true disciple wears the face of Christ,

Reflected pure in every act of mercy,

In every whispered prayer at dawn’s first light.

True authentic followers of Jesus Christ—

They shine, not by their striving, but by surrender,

For Jesus Christ resides within.

And where He lives, beauty never ends.

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The Satanic Veil of Progress: A Classical Poem on the Evils of Communism, Its Millionfold Slaughter, and the Deadly Alliance with Islam, Migration, Antisemitism, and Globalism by Debbie Harris

28 Sunday Jun 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Patriotic, Pleasing God Not Man, salvation, Spiritual Warfare

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A Classical Poem on the Evils of Communism, Its Millionfold Slaughter, and the Deadly Alliance with Islam, Migration, Antisemitism, and Globalism

Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

In this twilight hour of history, when shadows lengthen across the nations and ancient evils don new and beguiling garments, I commend these verses to your earnest contemplation. What the world today hails as “progressive” or “socialist” is no gentle reform, but the selfsame tyrannical spirit that has stalked mankind since the Garden—Communism, that Satanic creed which slaughters truth, devours liberty, and leaves in its wake a desolation of souls. From the frozen gulags of the Soviet empire to the blood-soaked fields of Mao’s China, from the killing grounds of Cambodia to the starving wastes of North Korea and beyond, nearly one hundred million voices cry out from the earth, testifying to the insatiable hunger of Marxist doctrine for human life and divine order.

Yet the peril deepens still. Behold how this godless ideology now forges unholy alliances—with the fervent zeal of radical Islam, the engineered tides of mass migration, the resurgence of venomous antisemitism, and the faceless machinery of globalism—all woven into a single web of deception. These are not mere political currents, but doctrines of demons, the very lies of the ancient Serpent whose sole purpose is to steal, to kill, and to destroy. Cloaked in promises of equality and unity, they erode the foundations of faith, family, and freedom, seeking to build a tower of Babel anew upon the ruins of Christian civilization.

Therefore, beloved reader, let not your heart be deceived by smooth words or fashionable labels. Rise up with holy resolve! Cast off the chains of these wicked ideologies. Turn instead to the only true Light and Saviour of humanity—Jesus Christ, the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world. Through His cross and precious blood, He has broken the power of sin and death. He alone can transform the coldest heart of stone into a living temple of the Holy Spirit, making each believer a new creation, redeemed and empowered to walk in victory.

May these lines kindle in you the fire of righteous courage and unshakeable hope. Proclaim His name boldly, for in Christ alone is found the defeat of every Satanic lie and the eternal triumph of the Kingdom of God.

With solemn urgency and fervent prayer for your awakening,

The Poet

• John 8:44 — “[The devil] was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.”

• John 10:10 — “The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.”

• Ezekiel 36:26 — “A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh.”

• 2 Corinthians 5:17 — “Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.”

• John 14:6 — “Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.”

• Acts 4:12 — “Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.”

• Ephesians 6:12 — “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”

• 2 Corinthians 10:4-5 — “(For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;) Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God…”

In shadowed eras when the tyrant schemes,

Communism spreads its dark and deadly dreams.

It masquerades as progress, socialist and wise,

But chains the spirit ’neath its false disguise.

The gulags echo with the captives’ cries,

While engineered famines blot the sunny skies.

From Russia’s frozen wastes to China’s plain,

It reaps a harvest of the dead and slain.

Now mark the millions murdered by this creed:

In Soviet Russia, twenty million bleed

From purges, prisons, and the famine’s bite,

Their graves unmarked beneath the tyrant’s might.

In Mao’s vast China, sixty million died,

In Great Leap Forward and the purge’s tide.

Cambodia’s killing fields claimed two million more,

As Pol Pot’s madness opened hell’s own door.

North Korea starves its subjects without end,

Vietnam and Cuba where the freedoms bend.

Eastern Europe groaned beneath the Iron Curtain’s fall,

Afghanistan and Africa heard death’s grim call.

The sum approaches one hundred million lost,

To Marxist evil, at a dreadful cost.

Yet deadlier the alliance Satan forges now:

Communism linked with Islam’s fervent vow,

Mass migration surging like a tidal wave,

To undermine the nations and enslave.

Antisemitism poisons mind and heart,

Revived in leftist and in jihadist art.

Globalism seeks to erase each sovereign land,

Uniting all beneath one iron hand.

These are the lies the devil loves to tell,

To lie, to kill, to send the world to hell.

Rise up, O saints, and break the tyrant’s yoke!

Defeat the doctrines by the demons spoke.

No more accept the labels they employ—

“Progressive” veils but cannot hide their ploy.

Proclaim aloud: there is one Saviour true,

The Lord Jesus Christ, who died for me and you.

Through cross and blood He purchased full release,

From sin and death, to bring eternal peace.

He takes the heart of stone and makes it flesh,

A new creation, born of Spirit fresh.

Transformed by grace to walk the narrow way,

In light of day until the judgment day.

So rise and conquer every wicked scheme!

In Christ’s strong name, fulfill the heavenly dream.

For He alone can save humanity

From every false and Satanic vanity.

Rise up and let the Gospel banner wave—

Christ breaks the power of the dark and grave!

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The Liberation Of Looking From Self To Christ by Debbie Harris

28 Sunday Jun 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Pleasing God Not Man, Praise, Royally Redeemed, Spiritual Warfare

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Dear Reader,

In the quiet moments when the soul grows weary of its own reflection—when doubt, failure, and inner accusation crowd the heart—this poem was born. It is not the voice of one who has perfectly mastered the art of faith, but of a fellow pilgrim who has discovered the sweet liberation that comes when we stop staring into the broken mirrors of self and instead fix our eyes on Jesus.

The journey from self to Christ is not always dramatic; often it is a simple, daily turning. A choice to look away from our fluctuating feelings, imperfect efforts, and accusing whispers—and to look instead upon the Author and Finisher of our faith. In His suffering we find courage, in His cross we find forgiveness, in His resurrection we find hope, and in His glorious reign we find rest.

My prayer is that these lines might encourage you, as they have encouraged me, to lift your eyes. The freedom you long for is not found by trying harder to hold yourself together, but by beholding the One who already holds you.

May you know the deep peace that comes from looking unto Jesus.

With grace and affection,

The Poet

Hebrews 12:2

“Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.” (KJV)

When tempests howled and self-accusing night

Enshrouded every hope the pilgrim knew,

They turned from fractured mirrors of their plight

And fixed their eyes upon the One most true.

They saw the Saviour tread a path of thorns,

Enduring scorn with meek, unyielding grace;

For joy set high beyond the cross He bore,

He drank the cup and took the sinner’s place.

The ancient foe still whispered, “Gaze within,”

Yet faith rejected every inward snare,

And lifted high where crimson mercy streamed,

Where guilt dissolved in pure, redeeming air.

No merit earned, no feeling’s fleeting tide

Could anchor what the restless soul required;

For Christ the Author wrote salvation’s stride,

And Christ the Finisher its peace inspired.

They watched Him rise in resurrection light,

Victorious over grave and shadowed claim;

Their anxious fears dissolved before that sight,

As heaven’s Advocate now spoke their name.

When sorrow’s forge pressed heavy on the heart,

The pilgrim glimpsed the crown the Victor wore;

Revived by glory brighter than their smart,

They rose renewed to run the race once more.

No longer chained by self’s relentless voice,

They walked in freedom purchased by the Lamb;

Each dawn awakened with a heavenward choice,

Each night found rest beneath the Shepherd’s hand.

The cloud of witnesses looked on with song,

Encircling saints who ran the path before;

Yet every gaze, like this one’s, turned along

To Jesus—Alpha, Omega, evermore.

When earthly race and fleeting breath shall cease,

This soul shall stand where endless glory brims,

To see Him face to face in perfect peace,

And join the endless hymn that worships Him.

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