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Look Not Within, but Fix on Him Who Redeems: Meditations on the Samaritan Woman at Jacob’s Well by Debbie Harris

03 Tuesday Mar 2026

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John 4:16–18 (KJV)
Jesus saith unto her, Go, call thy husband, and come hither.
The woman answered and said, I have no husband.
Jesus said unto her, Thou hast well said, I have no husband:
For thou hast had five husbands; and he whom thou now hast is not thy husband: in that saidst thou truly.

Beneath the midday blaze at Jacob’s well,
A weary woman drew her daily need,
Five husbands gone, one more her heart could tell—
Yet shame had taught her noonward steps to speed.
The Stranger asked, “Go call thy husband near,”
Not to expose, but knowing every scar;
He named her hidden life without a sneer,
And offered streams where living waters are.
No condemnation fell from lips divine,
No barrier rose where grace began to flow;
Her jar forgotten, boldness filled her line:
“Come, see a Man who all my secrets know!”
Thus sin’s dark weight is carried off in streams—
Look not within, but fix on Him who redeems.

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The Inverted Tongue by Debbie Harris

01 Sunday Mar 2026

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In days when words twist like serpents in the dust,
They call the darkness light, the bitter sweet with trust.
What God named sin, they crown with virtue’s name,
And hell’s grim warning fades, a relic of old shame.

They mock the cross as hate, embrace the lie as love,
Redefine the chains as wings, the prison as above.
Evil dons the robe of justice, struts in prideful glee,
While good is branded cruel, intolerant, and free no more to be.

Yet Scripture thunders still through ages long and dire:
“Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil—fire!”
Isaiah’s cry resounds, unmuted, clear, and true,
In hearts that fear the Lord, His warnings pierce anew.

They scrub “sin” from the lips, lest conscience stir and wake,
Erase “hell” from the tongue, as if the soul’s no stake.
But Christ, the Word made flesh, spoke plain and unafraid—
Of fire unquenched, of worms that never fade.

He came not to condemn, but save the lost and blind,
To bear our every curse, the judgment we designed.
On Calvary’s tree He hung, where evil seemed to win,
Yet rose in victory, conquering death and sin.

So let the world rewrite, let language bend and break,
Our anchor holds in Christ, no lie can overtake.
He calls sin sin, and hell the end of those who flee,
Yet offers grace to all who turn and bow the knee.

Return, O wanderer, before the final night,
Confess the Savior’s name, step into saving light.
For in His truth alone the twisted tongue is healed,
And every knee shall bow where mercy is revealed.

In Jesus’ holy name, the Word that stands forever—
Good remains good, evil judged, and sin forgiven only
When the heart repents and truly believes in Him,
Turns from sin, trusts the cross—then pardon is given.

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Empty Hands Raised in Victory’s Tide: Longing to Do More for My Precious Savior by Debbie Harris

01 Sunday Mar 2026

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

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I wish I could do more, my Lord, my King,
For You who gave everything—
Your hands pierced, Your side torn wide,
To raise me up in victory’s tide.

Yet here I stand with empty hands,
A heart that burns, yet scarce began
To match the grace that set me free,
The boundless love You poured on me.

Still, in the quiet, small and true,
I offer what my soul can do:
A whispered praise at break of day,
A step of faith along Your way.

A cup of water given kind,
A listening ear, a soul aligned—
These humble threads, though frail they seem,
You weave into a greater dream.

So take my “more,” though small it be,
And multiply it, Lord, through me.
Until that day I see Your face,
And all my striving finds its place.

In Your mercy, let it be enough—
My all for You, my precious love.

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Steward the Mina, Multiply the Gift by Debbie Harris

01 Sunday Mar 2026

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Occupy till I come.

— Luke 19:13 (KJV)

When shadows lengthen and the world doth quake,
With rumour’d signs that bid the heart to fear,
Some watch with fevered gaze, lest they should wake
Unready at the trumpet none may hear.
Yet He who hung upon the accursèd tree
And cried, ” ‘Tis finish’d!” in His dying breath,
Hath wrought complete what none could do but He—
Our pardon, peace, our victory o’er death.

No more we toil to earn what grace hath giv’n,
Nor cower ‘neath the weight of coming doom;
In Him we stand accepted, sons of heav’n,
Secure within the veil, beyond the tomb.
Thus bids the Master, ere He took His flight:
“Occupy till I come”—with labour bright.

Steward the mina, multiply the gift,
Not fearing loss, but flowing from His life;
Build, love, disciple—let thy spirit lift
The fallen, point them to the risen Christ.
No anxious vigil mars the soul set free;
The cross hath seal’d our place eternally.

Then let the tempests roar, the nations rage,
The days grow dark with portent of the end—
Our hope is blessèd, not a fearful stage,
But glory’s dawn where every tear shall mend.
Till then, abide in labour sweet and sure:
The King returns—yet we are His, secure.

In quiet trust, occupy the given field,
With joy unbound, for grace hath all reveal’d.

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No More the Chain of Guilt Shall Bind: Rest Secure in Love’s Accomplished Deed by Debbie Harris

28 Saturday Feb 2026

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

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Each morn I rise, the heart at rest profound,
No chain of doubt to bind the soul in thrall;
For Christ hath loosed me, freedom fully found,
By blood outpoured—accomplished once for all.

The faithful Witness stands, His word is true,
Though feelings shift like shadows on the sea;
He loves me now, as ever loves He you,
In present grace, unchanging, wild, and free.

No down payment was Calvary’s dark tree—
The cross a full discharge, the debt repaid;
“He has freed us,” rings the ancient decree,
The Lamb’s own blood our pardon hath displayed.

No striving now to hold what grace bestows,
No fragile peace that wavers with the day;
His finished work in crimson torrent flows,
And washes guilt forevermore away.

Let accusations old attempt their cry,
Let memory replay its shadowed art;
The blood speaks louder from the throne on high:
“Done!”—and seals the ransomed, contrite heart.

O rest, beloved, in this secure abode,
Where love endures and faithfulness abides;
The work is over, paid by sacred blood,
And peace like rivers through the spirit glides.

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Shake It Off into the Flames: The Viper’s Strike as Proof of Promotion, Not Punishment by Debbie Harris

28 Saturday Feb 2026

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

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Summary of the Core Message

When spiritual fire rises—through deeper obedience, anointing, promotion, or God’s increasing presence—hidden opposition surfaces. Like the viper in Acts 28 that struck Paul only after he fed the fire on Malta, snakes (betrayals, sudden attacks, unfounded accusations, resistance from people who once seemed neutral) were already near, just dormant in cooler seasons.

They don’t appear because you’re failing or sinning; they manifest because you’re advancing. The same heat that strengthens and refines you disturbs what once tolerated your lower walk. Exposure isn’t punishment—it’s confirmation of progress and authority.

Paul didn’t panic, lower the fire, or retreat. He shook the viper off into the flames and kept serving; the islanders watched death turn into testimony.

The exhortation:

  • Don’t dim the blaze to keep snakes comfortable.
  • Don’t mistake intensified opposition for defeat.
  • Shake it off. Let the fire consume what can’t endure it.
  • Gather more wood. Feed the flame. Keep moving forward.

You were made for this temperature. The rising heat is holy—and what strikes you only proves what lives in you.

Don’t flinch when serpents slide into the light—
they coiled in darkness, patient through the night.
Not called by your hand, nor born of your sin;
the flame just grew hotter—and woke what was in.

Paul gathered dry sticks on Malta’s cold shore,
fed the fire humbly, asked nothing more.
Heat climbed, wood cracked, and out came the foe—
a viper struck swift, but death would not grow.

The islanders stared, expecting the fall,
the swell and the stagger that comes to us all.
Yet Paul shook it off, flung it back to the blaze;
the poison hissed once, then vanished in haze.

So when friends turn foes with no cause you can trace,
when lies rise like smoke to accuse and deface,
when attacks hit harder the moment you rise—
it’s not failure arriving; it’s heat in disguise.

The snakes never vanished; they just stayed concealed
till the fire of glory made shadows revealed.
They tolerated coolness, your quieter days,
but advancement brings heat—and exposes their ways.

Don’t dim the blaze down to cradle their peace;
don’t quench what God kindles for fear of release.
Exposure’s no curse; it’s the proof you’ve advanced—
the anointing now burns where the timid once danced.

Strike came in service, not slothful delay;
fangs bite the movers, the ones on their way.
So shake off the venom, let it curl in the flame—
what rises against you just honors your name.

Gather more fuel. Feed the fire. Stand tall.
The island is watching. Let miracles call.
The heat is your forge, not your funeral pyre—
you were made for this blaze, and the blaze for the fire.

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Morning’s First Hymn – A Small Bird’s Anthem to the One Who Made All Things by Debbie Harris

26 Thursday Feb 2026

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

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The poem opens with a serene depiction of early morning: soft golden light spreading over hills as the world awakens in quiet beauty. High in the tallest tree, a small bird perches and begins to sing—not out of need or sorrow, but in pure, unburdened joy. Its clear, trembling notes rise like a hymn, praising the Creator who gave it wings, voice, and life.The bird becomes a living emblem of effortless gratitude and worship: free of worldly cares, it simply offers song to the One who made it. The speaker is moved by this tiny, radiant creature and gently longs for the same simplicity in human hearts. We, too often weighed down by worry or distraction, are invited to learn from the bird—to rise with the dawn, open our souls, and lift our own praise to our Creator with the same natural, wholehearted delight.In essence, the poem is a tender meditation on gratitude, worship, and emulation: the bird’s morning song reveals a model of how we might live—awake to beauty, unencumbered by complaint, and continually singing back to God in response to His gift of life and wonder.

In the hush of dawn, when the world lies still,
Golden light spills soft o’er the eastern hill,
A tiny bird ascends the tallest tree,
Perched on swaying bough, wild and free.

His feathers catch the rose and amber gleam,
A jewel alive in the morning’s dream,
Throat trembling wide, he pours forth his lay—
Pure notes of joy that chase the night away.

No thought of sorrow, no weight of care,
Only praise ascending through the crystal air,
A hymn to the Maker who formed his wing,
Who tuned his voice that the heavens might ring.

O may our hearts, so often bound and dim,
Learn from this creature, so small yet so brim
With gratitude’s fire, with love’s simple art—
To lift our own song with an open heart.

Let us rise like the lark in the breaking day,
And sing to our Creator, come what may,
For in every breath, in beauty’s embrace,
We find the same wonder, the same boundless grace.

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If Christ Has Died for My Sin, I Cannot Trifle with the Evil That Killed My Best Friend by Debbie Harris

26 Thursday Feb 2026

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The poem reflects deeply on Charles Spurgeon’s quote and the image of Christ crucified. It portrays the speaker’s horrified realization that every personal sin helped drive the nails into Jesus—the “best Friend” and Savior who died in agony to redeem them. Because Christ’s death was the ultimate payment for those very sins, the speaker resolves never again to treat evil lightly, flirt with it, or indulge it. Instead, they vow to hate and reject the darkness that murdered their Lord, choosing instead to live wholly for the One who loved them to the end.

In essence:
Christ died for my sin → therefore I must hate and refuse to trifle with the sin that killed Him.

The tone is one of repentant awe, fierce gratitude, and solemn determination.

Shall I behold the cross where mercy bled,
And see my sin the nail that pierced His side?
Yet still I dally with the path He tread
To death, and call the darkness my own bride?

No—He who hung in agony for me,
My dearest Friend, my Savior, and my Lord,
Was slain by every selfish thought in me,
By every lust my wayward heart adored.

If grace so vast has paid redemption’s price,
How can I play with shadows that He slew?
Each trifling sin revives the ancient vice
That crowned Him thorns and drenched His visage through.

O let me hate what murdered such a Friend,
And live for Him whose love will never end.

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Rise, O Patriots! A Thunderous Cry Against Godless Marxists Who Hate America and Mock the Cross – In Praise of Leaders Like Trump by Debbie Harris

24 Tuesday Feb 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Christmas, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Patriotic

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This lengthy classical rhyming poem is a passionate, fiery patriotic and Christian anthem that sharply contrasts two visions of American leadership and national destiny.

Core Themes and Structure:

  • It begins by celebrating true patriots who deeply love America, her freedoms, the flag, and the Christian faith centered on Jesus Christ as Savior. These are depicted as eagles and lions—strong, protective, and unyielding.
  • It unleashes intense disgust and righteous anger toward “compromised,” “godless,” and “Marxist” Democratic leaders (described as wolves in activist clothing, greedy traitors, serpents, and Judases). They are accused of hating America, mocking Jesus Christ and the Cross, betraying the nation, sowing division, and dismantling liberty for personal power and foreign ideologies.
  • The poem calls for burning through their lies with flames of truth and holy fire, exposing their “wicked,” “traitorous,” “black” hearts in vivid, merciless detail—no mercy is shown to these “vipers” and “wolves.”
  • It invokes Jesus Christ directly as the Light, Fortress, Shield, Sword, and ultimate Judge, pleading for heavenly fire and justice to consume the deceivers and reveal their sin.
  • In triumphant contrast, it praises leaders like Trump as a bold, fearless exemplar: a lionhearted fighter who defies elites, battles the “swamp,” rallies the people, defends the flag and the cross, and stands with unbreakable will and golden resolve.
  • The people (“we the faithful remnant”) are urged to rise with thunderous voices, stand unbowed, proclaim victory in Christ and country, and cast aside the traitors forever.
  • It closes on a note of hopeful triumph: America will rise from the ashes of treachery, justice will prevail, and true leaders who love both God and nation will endure—in the mighty name of Jesus.

Overall Tone and Purpose:
The poem is unapologetically militant, revivalist, and prophetic—blending Old Testament-style condemnation of evil with New Testament calls to faith and battle-hymn energy. It serves as both a scathing denunciation of perceived enemies and an inspiring call to arms for conservative, Christian patriots, positioning figures like Trump as divinely aligned defenders of faith, freedom, and America.

In essence: A holy war cry in verse—condemning godless betrayal, exalting Christ-centered patriotism, and raising the banner for Trump-like leadership to restore the republic

In halls where freedom’s banner waves so high,
True patriots rise, with hearts that never lie.
They cherish the land of the brave and the free,
Where stars and stripes dance eternally.

Not those who cloak in shadows of deceit,
With words of division, sowing discord’s heat.
Greedy and godless, calloused, immoral core,
They twist the truth to plant the bitter war.

Most are Marxist wolves in activist guise,
Posing as saviors while freedom slowly dies.
They spit on the flag, that red, white, and blue,
And mock our dear Savior, the Holy and True.

Compromised leaders, their souls a black stain,
Hating America, chilling her veins.
With venomous tongues they dismantle the dream,
Of liberty’s light, where faith’s rivers stream.

But we the people, in unity we stand,
Demanding true leaders with a loving hand.
Like eagles soaring o’er the mountain’s crest,
They guard our home, putting nation first and best.

No chains of ideology, no foreign thrall,
Just love for our country, answering the call.
Leaders like Trump, with fire and with might,
Defying the elite, igniting the fight.

From boardrooms to ballots, he strides unafraid,
Rallying the masses where true voices are raised.
Like lions he roars for the cross and the flag,
Unbowed by the storm, refusing to lag.
With golden resolve and unbreakable will,
He battles the swamp, stands towering still.

In flames of truth, we burn through their lies,
Exposing the veil where deception resides.
Their traitorous hearts, so wicked and black,
Pulsing with venom, no virtue intact.

Like serpents in Eden, they coil and they hiss,
Betraying the faithful, sealing doom with a kiss.
No love for the Savior, no honor for kin,
Just greed’s hollow echo where shadows begin.

O Savior, our Light, in Your glory we call,
Pierce through the darkness where traitors enthrall.
No more shall we whisper—Your name we proclaim,
Burning their falsehoods in Your holy flame!

Their wicked hearts quiver, exposed to Your gaze,
No mask can conceal their rebellious malaise.
They scorned Your cross, they mocked Your pure grace,
Now feel the inferno of righteous disgrace.

O Jesus, our Fortress, our Shield, and our Sword,
Unleash heaven’s fire on the foes of the Lord.
Reveal every serpent, every Judas within,
Let truth like a tempest consume all their sin.

We rise like the prophets, with thunderous cry,
Demanding true leaders who never deny—
The love for our nation, the grace from above,
Like eagles defending with unyielding love.

No mercy for wolves in the sheep’s humble guise,
Who despise our freedoms and heavenly ties.
In eternal disdain, we cast them aside,
For God and for country, our banners held high!

We stand in Your promise, unbowed and unafraid,
For America kneels where Your banner is raised.
No compromise lingers, no traitor prevails—
In Your mighty name, their empire now fails!

Rise up, O believers, with voices like thunder,
The Savior is coming—His justice no longer asunder.
Through lies they are ashes, their treachery dust,
In Christ and in country, we triumph, we trust!

In rhyme of old, this anthem we declare:
America rises, beyond their despair!
For leaders like Trump, we stake our sacred claim—
With fire, with faith, in the Savior’s great name!

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He Sat Down: The Finished Work That Quiets the Heart and Reveals the Father’s Smile Toward Every Sinner by Debbie Harris

22 Sunday Feb 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ Centered Devotionals, Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Praise, Royally Redeemed, salvation

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The poem He Sat Down: The Finished Work That Quiets the Heart and Reveals the Father’s Smile Toward Every Sinner is a classical rhymed meditation in seven stanzas, rooted in Hebrews 1:1–3 (KJV) and supporting Scriptures. It traces God’s progressive revelation and culminates in the believer’s assurance through Christ’s completed work.

Summary by stanza:

  1. In the past, God spoke in fragmented, shadowy ways through prophets—partial glimpses delivered in riddles and types across time.
  2. Now, in these final days, God has spoken fully and decisively through His Son—no longer in pieces, but in perfect clarity, awakening the true heart of the Father.
  3. The Son is the heir of all creation, the radiant brightness of God’s glory, the exact image of His nature—the One in whom divine majesty is fully expressed.
  4. Christ offered Himself once to purge sinners’ guilt, then sat down at God’s right hand—a completed act that ends the endless labor of old-covenant priests and opens the way for every soul to find its true purpose and rest in Him.
  5. No changing emotion or painful circumstance can overshadow the unchanging truth of Christ’s finished work: the Father looks upon the believer with mercy, love, and tender care, seen clearly in Jesus.
  6. The same mighty hand and powerful word that uphold the stars and sustain the universe are the same that drew the distant sinner near and continue to uphold the weary soul with unbreakable strength.
  7. Therefore the doubting heart should cease wandering in despair or judging God’s grace by present suffering; instead, it should look once to Jesus, behold the Father plainly revealed, and rest forever in Him as its true and eternal home.

Overall message (in one sentence):
Through the full revelation of God in His Son—who created, redeemed, sat down in triumph, and upholds all things—the poem comforts the doubting or weary soul that God is not distant or undecided, but has decisively shown His smiling, merciful face in Christ’s finished work, granting unshakable nearness, rest, and security forever.

God, who at sundry times and in divers manners spake in time past unto the fathers by the prophets, Hath in these last days spoken unto us by his Son, whom he hath appointed heir of all things, by whom also he made the worlds; Who being the brightness of his glory, and the express image of his person, and upholding all things by the word of his power, when he had by himself purged our sins, sat down on the right hand of the Majesty on high.
— Hebrews 1:1–3 (KJV)

Jesus saith unto him, Have I been so long time with you, and yet hast thou not known me, Philip? he that hath seen me hath seen the Father; and how sayest thou then, Shew us the Father?
— John 14:9 (KJV)

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
— Matthew 11:28 (KJV)

And Jesus, moved with compassion, put forth his hand, and touched him, and saith unto him, I will; be thou clean.
— Mark 1:41 (KJV)

But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
— Romans 5:8 (KJV)

But this man, after he had offered one sacrifice for sins for ever, sat down on the right hand of God.
— Hebrews 10:12 (KJV)

For by one offering he hath perfected for ever them that are sanctified.
— Hebrews 10:14 (KJV)

But now in Christ Jesus ye who sometimes were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ.
— Ephesians 2:13 (KJV)

And he is before all things, and by him all things consist.
— Colossians 1:17 (KJV)

When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.
— John 19:30 (KJV)

Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.
— Philippians 1:6 (KJV)

In ages past, through shadowed word and sign,
God spoke in fragments, veiled in type and dream;
By prophet’s voice, in riddle and in gleam,
He whispered faintly down the line of time.

But now, in these last days, the silence breaks—
No partial echo, no divided ray,
But full and final comes the perfect day:
The Son Himself the Father’s heart awakes.

Heir of all worlds, through whom creation springs,
The very radiance of the unseen throne,
The exact impress, bearing God alone—
In Him the Eternal Majesty sings.

He purged our guilt, then sat in kingly rest,
No more to stand where priests in shadows toiled;
One offering—complete—the curse recoiled,
And sinners find in Him their souls’ true quest.

No fickle feeling, no dark circumstance
Can dim the truth His finished work declares:
The Father’s gaze is mercy, love, and care—
In Christ we see the smile of Providence.

The hand that holds the stars in ordered flight,
The word that keeps the boundless heavens spun,
Is He who drew us near when we had none—
Our souls upheld by His unyielding might.

So let the weary heart no longer roam
In doubt’s cold mist, nor measure grace by pain;
Look once to Jesus—see the Father plain—
And find in Him your everlasting home.

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