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Come, Walk with Me Through the Garden of the Holy Word of Our Precious Triune God by Debbie Harris

08 Wednesday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

May we all walk through the garden of the Holy Word of our precious Triune God!

This poem was born as an invitation—an open gate into a living garden where every flower whispers truth about our great and gracious God. Each bloom was chosen with care to reflect a precious doctrine of the Christian faith, so that as you stroll through the verses, your heart might be lifted, your mind renewed, and your spirit drawn closer to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Whether you read it slowly in quiet devotion, aloud with others, or return to it again and again, my prayer is that these lines become a gentle path of worship for you. The garden is not mine; it belongs to Him. I simply scattered a few seeds and rejoiced to watch them grow.

May the Triune God who walks with you in this garden also walk with you through every season of life—until we meet at last in the eternal garden where every flower is fully open and every promise is fully kept.

With joy and blessing,

A fellow pilgrim in the garden

Come, walk with me through the garden fair

Of the Holy Word, our Triune God’s own care—

Where Father’s breath awakens every leaf,

Son’s footsteps trace the path of grace and grief.

The Iris lifts her threefold face in light,

Trinity in unity and might:

One stem, three petals, heaven’s colors blend,

Eternal love that knows no beginning, end.

The Lily pure unfurls her trumpet white,

Incarnation—God with us, the Light;

Spotless, radiant in the morning dew,

Emmanuel, forever faithful, true.

The Rose of Sharon breathes her crimson scent,

Atonement—blood that covers and redeems our bent;

Thorns and beauty in one blossom grown,

Redeeming fragrance rising from the throne.

Low Violets kneel humbly on the ground,

Justification—by faith alone we’re found;

Clothed in His righteousness, no more condemned,

Adopted, cherished, called the Father’s friend.

Soft Lavender releases holy air,

Sanctification—making pure what once was bare;

Refined by Spirit’s gentle, cleansing flame,

Conformed to Christ, we bear His very name.

The Daffodil breaks winter’s silent tomb,

Resurrection—life that conquers doom;

Firstfruits of glory rising from the grave,

Victorious King who ever lives to save.

Bright Morning Glory climbs the garden wall,

Second Coming—hope that claims us all;

Petals open to the promised dawn,

“Behold, I come!”—the Bridegroom’s trumpet drawn.

And faithful Forget-me-nots in azure line the way,

Eternal Life—where night becomes bright day;

Sealed by the Spirit, kept by grace divine,

Safe in the Father’s house, forever Thine.

Come, linger here where veil and glory meet,

Where light and shadow in sweet worship greet,

And hear the Triune Voice call forth your name:

“Beloved child, arise—the garden is your claim.”

Wisdom’s Holy Fire: Seekers Who Follow by Debbie Harris

06 Monday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

If these lines have stirred even a single spark within your spirit, then my prayer as the poet has been answered.

This poem was born from a deep longing I share with you: to move beyond comfortable Christianity into the passionate, obedient life that truly honors our Lord. The Bible does not call us to be casual admirers of truth, but active followers who embody it. James 1:22 pierces like a refining fire—“Be doers of the word, and not hearers only”—and Proverbs reminds us that the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.

So I wrote this as both invitation and intercession: that we would become wisdom seekers who hunger for God’s Word, and wisdom followers who live it out with surrendered hands and feet. Not for our own glory, but so that Christ is magnified in every ordinary moment— in our homes, workplaces, relationships, and secret places of prayer.

May you read these words not as mere poetry, but as a gentle challenge and encouragement. Let them push you to open your Bible afresh, kneel in honest prayer, and step out in obedient faith today. The same Holy Spirit who inspired the Scriptures is ready to empower you to live them.

You are not alone on this journey. We are fellow pilgrims, running together toward the Prize. Keep seeking. Keep following. Jesus is worthy of nothing less than our whole hearts.

With prayers and sisterly affection,

The Poet

(One who is still learning to be a doer alongside you)

James 1:22 But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.

James 1:23 For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass:

James 1:24 For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.

James 1:25 But whoso looketh into the perfect law of liberty, and continueth therein, he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the work, this man shall be blessed in his deed.

Wisdom Seeking & the Fear of the Lord

Proverbs 9:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.

Proverbs 2:6 For the LORD giveth wisdom: out of his mouth cometh knowledge and understanding.

James 1:5 If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.

Proverbs 4:7 Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.

Following Christ with Passion & Obedience

Luke 6:46 And why call ye me, Lord, Lord, and do not the things which I say?

John 14:15 If ye love me, keep my commandments.

Romans 12:11 Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord.

Colossians 1:27 To whom God would make known what is the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles; which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.

Philippians 3:14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

Living Faith Through Action

James 2:17 Even so faith, if it hath not works, is dead, being alone.

Matthew 7:21 Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.

Titus 2:14 Who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity, and purify unto himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works.

Galatians 5:6 For in Jesus Christ neither circumcision availeth any thing, nor uncircumcision; but faith which worketh by love.

Practical Obedience & Holiness

James 1:27 Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world.

Micah 6:8 He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?

Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.

In the hush where heaven whispers and the ancient Scriptures flame,

Wisdom calls with holy urgency, igniting hearts aflame.

Not for minds that merely ponder, storing knowledge like cold stone,

But for souls who rise to follow— living out what they have known.

Wisdom seekers bow in wonder, thirsting for the fear of God,

Delving deep into the treasure where the living waters flow.

They pursue the mind of Christ with unrelenting, humble fire,

Asking, seeking, knocking boldly— drawn by pure and fierce desire.

Yet the seeker stops at hearing, lulled by sermons soft and sweet,

Deceived like one who sees his face, then turns away incomplete.

The mirror of the perfect law reveals the truth we must embrace:

Be doers of the Word, beloved— run the narrow path of grace.

Wisdom followers awaken, hands and feet now swift to obey,

Clothed in Christ’s own meek compassion, walking where He leads the way.

They visit widows in distress, defend the orphan’s pleading cry,

Keep unstained from worldly mire, and bridle tongues that would defy.

They forgive as they’ve been pardoned, love the least as image-bearers,

Serve in secret, shine in public— living altars, holy prayers.

In the marketplace and mission, in the quiet midnight hour,

Faith ignites to holy action, manifesting heaven’s power.

O Lord, refine us as pure gold— seekers fervent, followers true,

Passionate disciples burning with a zeal born fresh in You.

Not in fleeting words or feelings, not in form without the fire,

But in deeds that echo Eden, lifting souls from sin’s dark pyre.

Make us vessels overflowing, poems etched by nail-scarred hands,

Wisdom seekers and true followers across these troubled lands.

From the cradle to the crossing, till we see Your face unveiled,

Let our lives declare Your glory— doers steadfast, never failed.

Therefore wisdom seeks the surrendered, those who hear and then arise,

Following the Lamb with courage, pressing on toward the Prize.

Christ in us, the hope of glory— fervent, faithful, bold, and free—

Passionate followers forever, for eternity’s decree.

America, Repent and Return to the Living God Lest We Be Destroyed: Blessed Is The Nation Whose God Is The Lord by Debbie Harris

05 Sunday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

In this solemn and decisive hour, as the twilight deepens over a once-shining republic, I write not merely with pen and ink, but with the burden of a Christ-centered poet who has seen the gathering storm. America, the land once consecrated to the Living God — a beacon of liberty, a refuge for the oppressed, and a city set upon a hill — now stands precariously upon the edge of moral and spiritual collapse. She dallies with seductive idols of the age, flirts shamelessly with philosophies that have toppled empires, and opens her sacred gates to ideologies hostile to the very foundations upon which she was built. From the subtle poison of socialism and the iron fist of communism, to the ancient hatred of anti-Semitism rising once more like a specter from the grave; from the gross immorality that mirrors the days of Sodom and Gomorrah — where every perversion is paraded as virtue and the blood of the innocent cries out from the ground — to the insidious advance of foreign laws and divided loyalties, our nation reels under the weight of its own rebellion. Yet even now, mercy pleads. The God who divided the nations at Babel, who fixed their borders and appointed their times, who raised this land as a testimony to His providence, has not utterly forsaken her. He calls through the noise of chaos and the lies of deceivers. He calls His Church to awaken, to speak, to vote, to stand. He calls a prodigal nation to repentance before the hand of judgment falls. For blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord — but woe to the people who forget Him.

The hour is late. The choice is clear. The consequences are eternal.

From the Poet

A daughter of the King and watchwoman on the wall, crying in the wilderness of a dying age — one who loves this nation enough to speak the truth while mercy still lingers.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
Yet America wanders, enticed by a strange reward.
She flirts with foreign altars and chases lies untamed,
Embracing socialism and communism in passion inflamed.

Christians, arise! Let your voices thunder and bold,
Stand firm on the Rock where the ages of old.
Vote with conviction, speak without fear or retreat—
The salt of this nation must season the coming heat.

Anti-Semitism slithers like venom through street and through hall,
Hatred for Jacob’s children, defying the God over all.
Where is your voice, O America, once a beacon so bright?
Will you silence the righteous or stand for what’s holy and right?

Muslim leaders swear oaths on the blasphemous Quran,
While the Bible that founded us is pushed to the side of the plan.
No Sharia shall bind us, no dual law split this land in two—
One nation under God, indivisible, loyal and true.

Immorality rages like Sodom and Gomorrah reborn,
Perversion paraded while innocence bleeds and is torn.
The blood of the unborn cries out from the ground we defile—
Judgment draws nearer with every profane smile.

Awake, O America, before the storm clouds collide!
Return to the Living God—forsake the deceivers’ false pride.
Turn from the darkness of man-made utopian schemes,
From chains of oppression and corrupted, godless dreams.

He who scattered the nations and fixed their borders by hand,
Still calls us to order and blesses the obedient land.
Repent of your idols, your hatred, your lust, and your lies,
And the God of all mercy will hear from the heavens your cries.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord alone—
America, come home, before your bright light is gone.
Restore the foundation your fathers once laid in His fear,
And future generations will rise up and call you blessed and dear.

Lord, have mercy upon us, our hope and our only defense—
Draw this prodigal nation back home to Your holy presence.
For only in You is true freedom, true peace, and true life—
America, repent… and be saved from the coming strife.


Transformed from Glory to Glory: The Sanctifying Power of the Holy Word Through the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit by Debbie Harris

05 Sunday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

These words flow from a heart that has tasted the living power of God’s Word. In a world loud with many voices, may you find here a quiet invitation to draw near to the Triune God through the sacred Scriptures. True and lasting sanctification is not found in our own efforts, nor in fleeting religious activity. There can be no deep, abiding transformation where His precious people remain distant from the life-giving holy Word. Only as we dwell in it—day after day, heart and mind immersed—does the Spirit do His sanctifying work, changing us from glory to glory into the likeness of Christ. May this poem stir in you a fresh hunger for the Word, and may you experience the joy of being daily renewed by the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

With prayer and affection,
The Poet

Scriptural Foundation (KJV)

2 Corinthians 3:18
But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.

John 17:17
Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth.

Ephesians 5:26
That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word.

John 15:7
If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you.

Hebrews 4:12
For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.

2 Timothy 3:16-17
All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: That the man of God may be perfect, throughly furnished unto all good works.

1 Peter 1:23
Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever.

Psalm 119:105
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.

Jeremiah 23:29
Is not my word like as a fire? saith the LORD; and like a hammer that breaketh the rock in pieces?

John 1:1, 14
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God… And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us…

In the hush of sacred pages, where the Triune God draws near,
The holy Word, alive and piercing, whispers truth so clear.
It is not by human striving, nor by fleeting works of dust,
But by this precious treasure that our hearts are formed and thrust.

You in the Word—O let us dwell, immersed in every line,
Where mercy flows like rivers deep and grace and truth entwine.
The Father speaks, the Son redeems, the Spirit breathes anew,
Sanctification’s gentle fire refines us through and through.

From glory unto glory, we are changed by heaven’s light,
No veil remains to dim the sight of pure and holy sight.
The Word transforms our brokenness, our fears and doubts release,
And molds us into Christ’s own form, reflecting heaven’s peace.

May we all abide within it, rooted, grounded, strong and whole,
Let every soul be washed and filled, made new from deep within the soul.
For power lives not in our hands, but in this living sword—
The Triune God’s own holy Word, forever our reward.

So come, be still, and let it work its wonder day by day,
Till we arise, transformed and bright, in everlasting ray.

In the Ruins of Entertainment Christianity, the Remnant Rises for the Real Fire of God by Debbie Harris

04 Saturday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note: Dear Reader,

This poem was not written for applause or entertainment. It was born in the quiet ache of a heart tired of bright lights and shallow altars. I have watched too many beautiful services end with empty hearts, and too many gifted voices leave the altar unchanged. The Holy Spirit is stirring something deeper in this hour — a holy dissatisfaction with entertainment Christianity and a burning hunger for the real thing: biblical Christianity, marked by the weight of God’s presence, costly obedience, and fire that does not fade when the music stops. If these words stir you, do not merely admire them. Let them search you. The remnant is not a club for the “super spiritual.” It is a company of ordinary believers who have simply decided they can no longer live on sparks when they were created for the consuming fire. The question is no longer “Will God move?”
The question is now, “Will you rise?”

With trembling hands and a burning heart,
The Poet

In silence where the fireworks die,
a remnant rises, clear of eye.
No longer swayed by flashing gold,
by crowds that cheer, then leave hearts cold.

They’ve seen the sparks that blind and fade,
the empty altars where prayers are laid.
No more the smoke, the lights, the show—
We want biblical Christianity, not popular Christianity.

Not hype that swells and quickly dies,
but hunger that will sacrifice.
Not polished stages, bright and loud,
but altars built where knees are bowed.

From fleeting visits, swift and thin,
to habitation deep within—
we trade the thrill for consecration,
the crowd’s applause for God’s own habitation.

“O God, my God,” the psalmist cried,
with thirst no earthly stream supplied.
Not Sunday touch or passing flame—
but You, Lord, dwelling in our veins.

No more consumers chasing signs,
but disciples forged in holy fire.
They wait, they weep, they tarry long,
till heaven falls where they belong.

Let music cease and curtains close—
the remnant lingers, no one goes.
One Name alone will they recall:
Jesus—before, behind, through all.

This is the hour, the line is drawn.
The fire of God or fading dawn.
We want the Book, not hollow brand,
the narrow road, the blood-stained hand.

Church, arise from comfort’s grave!
The holy fire is here to claim. The remnant rises.

Choose this day whom you will serve.

Unholy Convergence: Communism, Islam, and Anti-Semitism — A Treasonous Pact Against the West by Debbie Harris

03 Friday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

This poem stands as a literary warning against the convergence of three destructive forces. I have deliberately kept the verses free of direct scriptural references so the imagery and rhythm may speak on their own. The biblical foundations that shaped my perspective are offered here separately for those who seek them.

The themes draw from Scripture’s repeated warnings against godless ideologies, spiritual deception, and enmity toward the Jewish people and the covenant God made with them. Key passages include Psalm 2 (nations raging against the Lord), Genesis 12:3 and Zechariah 2:8 (blessing or cursing Israel), and Ephesians 6:12 (our struggle against spiritual powers of darkness).

May the poem stir reflection, and may the accompanying truths bring clarity.

In solemn witness,

The Poet

In shadowed halls where freedom’s light grows dim,

A treasonous trio weaves its venomous hymn.

Communism, the serpent with egalitarian guise,

Devours the soul while promising paradise.

It levels the towers, shatters the chain,

But forges new masters in iron and pain.

Class against class, in endless red flood,

It drowns the individual in rivers of blood.

Beside it strides Islam, the crescent blade drawn,

Veiled in submission from dusk until dawn.

Conquest in verses, from Mecca it came,

To claim every land in Allah’s holy name.

No tolerance blooms where the faithful decree

That infidels bow or cease to be free.

Jihad whispers soft in the ear of the weak,

While minarets rise over silenced critique.

And linking their hands, the ancient curse unfurled—

Anti-Semitism, the venom that poisons the world.

It hates the chosen who gave law and light,

The root of the West, now marked for the night.

From Bolshevik purges to fatwas proclaimed,

From campus chants to pogroms enflamed,

It scapegoats the Jew for the dreamers’ own fall,

A dagger eternal, aimed at us all.

O trio of treason, you dance in the fray,

Marx, Muhammad, and hatred in grim cabaret.

You cloak your alliance in justice and faith,

Yet breed only chaos, decay, and wraith.

Where reason once reigned, your shadows converge,

To topple the pillars that liberty urged.

Beware, free peoples, this venomous three—

United in darkness, they come for the tree.

Stand firm in the light, let truth be your sword,

Expose the alliance, its treacherous hoard.

For history echoes with graves of the blind,

Who welcomed the trio and lost heart and mind.

Antisemitism: The Ancient Poison by Debbie Harris

03 Friday Jul 2026

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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.

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

02 Thursday Jul 2026

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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.

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.

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

01 Wednesday Jul 2026

Posted by 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!