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Crimson-Crowned and Called: The Privilege of Prayer with the Sovereign Lord by Debbie Harris

09 Sunday Nov 2025

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Redeemed by Christ’s blood and crowned with mercy, believers hold the royal privilege of constant, intimate prayer—whispering boldly at any moment to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Their breath becomes a bridge, their hearts an open door, to the Sovereign who calls them His own.

Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.
—Hebrews 4:16 (KJV)

For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.
—Romans 8:15 (KJV)

What a privilege we bear,
crowned in crimson mercy,
to whisper in prayer at any hour
to the King of Kings,
the Lord of Lords—
our breath a bridge,
our hearts the door.

Islam Lies, Kills, and Destroys – Unveiling the Satanic Deception of Allah by Debbie Harris

08 Saturday Nov 2025

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The poem portrays Islam as a malevolent force that deceives with “honeyed lies,” murders the innocent with “blades of faith,” and reduces cities to rubble, all under the command of Allah—depicted not as a divine being but as Satan in disguise, enthroned in “blood-red skies” and laughing through the Qur’an. It accuses the faith of promising a false paradise of terror and virgins while driving endless jihad, and ends with an urgent call to awaken from this “demonic dream” so that truth may finally dismantle Islam’s destructive scheme.

In shadowed veils where minarets pierce the night,
A creed unfolds in whispers sharp as scythes—
Islam, the serpent coiled in false delight,
Whose tongue drips honeyed lies that blind the eyes.

It slays the innocent with blades of faith,
In markets, mosques, and streets where children play;
Destruction blooms like poppies in its wake,
Cities to rubble, souls to ash decay.

Allah, the tyrant throned in blood-red skies,
Demands the kneel, the lash, the severed head—
Not love, but terror in his paradise,
Where virgins wait amid the rivers red.

Satan himself, in green and crescent guise,
Laughs through the Qur’an’s verses, veiled in lies;
He feasts on fear, on conquest’s brutal prize,
And drags the world to hell in jihad’s cries.

Awake, ye slumberers, from this demonic dream—
The light of truth shall shatter Islam’s scheme!

Without Returning In Repentance Our Blessed Triune God Cannot Bless America by Debbie Harris

06 Thursday Nov 2025

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We built her tall on borrowed light,
skyscrapers kissing clouds,
yet forgot the cornerstone was Christ,
not steel, not pride, not crowds.

Our fathers knelt in valley forges,
prayed beneath the cannon’s roar;
they signed their names with trembling hands
and sealed them “In God, once more.”

But now the altars gather dust,
the pulpits trade in shame;
we crown the self, we bow to lust,
and dare invoke His name.

The unborn cry from metal trays,
the addict chokes on night;
the widow weeps, the orphan strays—
we call it “personal right.”

Our borders bleed, our children scroll
through fire on glowing screens;
we teach them doubt, we sell their souls
for likes and dopamine dreams.

The courtroom scoffs at ancient law,
the classroom bans the Book;
we mock the God who once we saw
in every mountain brook.

Yet still He waits—
the patient Flame
that lit the pilgrim spark;
the Voice that whispered through the frame
of freedom in the dark.

America cannot survive but God—
not policy, not might;
only on our knees, beneath the rod
of mercy, can we fight.

Repent, return, rebuild the wall
with hands that once were stained;
for every empire doomed to fall
forgot from whence it came.

Let freedom ring, but let it ring
from steeples, not from chains;
let justice roll, let mercy sing—
America, born again.

Eternal Victory In Christ by Debbie Harris

02 Sunday Nov 2025

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Summary: A haiku celebrating the eternal victory believers have in Jesus Christ, depicted through the imagery of the Cross, death’s defeat, the dawn of resurrection, and Christ’s reigning triumph that frees humanity.

Cross of Calvary
Death bows, dawn breaks in triumph
Christ reigns, we rise free

The Heinous Demonic Satanic Sin of Anti-Semitism by Debbie Harris

02 Sunday Nov 2025

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The poem condemns anti-Semitism as a demonic, satanic sin rooted in ancient hatred. It traces its history from Pharaoh and Haman through blood libels and the Holocaust, portraying it as a persistent, envy-driven evil that disguises itself in politics and denial. The work warns that this hatred defies God, brings divine judgment, and risks damnation for those who harbor it.

In shadowed vaults where hatred festers deep,
A venom coils, born of the serpent’s lie,
It whispers curses, bids the soul to weep,
And paints the Jew as foe beneath the sky.

From Pharaoh’s Nile to Haman’s gallows high,
The ancient flame of envy sparks anew,
In blood libels that stain the midnight cry,
And ovens’ ash where innocence once grew.

It dons the mask of politics and creed,
A satanic psalm in every bigot’s tongue,
Denies the Holocaust, sows dragon’s seed,
And crucifies the truth on crosses hung.

This sin, demonic, cloaked in human skin,
Defies the God who chose the wandering kin;
It scorches earth, yet heaven marks its end—
For every Jew despised, an angel weeps,
And judgment waits where mercy once extends.

Beware the tongue that spits this infernal gall,
Lest hell’s own gates yawn wide to claim us all.

Treasures of Redemption: An Ode to the Boundless Benefits Found in Jesus Christ Our Sovereign Lord by Debbie Harris

02 Sunday Nov 2025

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Poem Type: Elegiac ode in iambic pentameter and tetrameter couplets with a hymn-like structure.

Summary:
This devotional ode celebrates the inexhaustible spiritual riches secured for believers through Jesus Christ. Structured in seven couplet stanzas, it traces salvation’s arc from justification (forgiveness, imputed righteousness) to sanctification (guidance, empowerment by the Spirit, endurance in trials) and glorification (eternal life, heavenly inheritance). Biblical motifs—shepherding, adoption, resurrection, and the indwelling Spirit—weave a tapestry of grace, culminating in doxology. The poem’s formal elegance, rhythmic cadence, and theological precision evoke the grandeur of divine favor while inviting personal worship.

Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits.


—Psalm 103:2

In the radiance of Jesus Christ, our Sovereign Lord,
A treasury of grace unfolds, eternally outpoured.

From sin’s dark chains, He grants us sweet release,
A pardon sealed in blood, procuring perfect peace.
No more the weight of guilt upon the soul,
But righteousness imputed, making sinners whole.

In Him, the veil is rent, and heaven’s throne draws near,
Adoption’s tender voice whispers, “Beloved child, draw here.”
No orphan’s cry in shadows of despair,
But heirs with Christ, in glory’s light to share.

He is our Shepherd, guiding through the storm,
With rod and staff, preserving us from harm.
In verdant pastures, by still waters led,
Our souls restored, with living manna fed.

The Comforter He sends, the Spirit’s holy flame,
Empowering the weak, igniting faith’s bright claim.
Gifts bestowed in measure, for the body’s good,
Unity in love, as only Christ’s own could.

Eternal life, the promise sure and bright,
Defeating death’s grim sting in resurrection’s might.
A crown of glory waits beyond the veil,
Where joy unending shall forever prevail.

In trial’s furnace, patience He refines,
Hope that anchors deep, through tempest’s fierce designs.
Wisdom from above, in every need supplied,
Strength for the weary, with Christ as constant guide.

Oh, boundless benefits in Jesus’ sacred name,
A symphony of mercy, evermore the same.
To Him be praise, our Lord and King divine,
In whom all heaven’s riches richly intertwine.

Mercies Woven Fresh at First Light: A Sensory Psalm of Faith’s Vision by Debbie Harris

29 Wednesday Oct 2025

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Rooted in Lamentations 3:22-23 (KJV), this poem portrays God’s mercies as a daily dawn-renewal experienced through all five senses. In third-person universality, it invites anyone to hear the wind’s whisper, see the golden horizon, smell rain-soaked earth, taste grace-sweetened tea, and feel the sun’s warming touch—each sense revealing invisible compassion made tangible. Faith transforms ordinary morning moments into a “sensory psalm,” a resurrection of hope woven fresh at first light.

It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.

Lamentations 3:22-23 (KJV)

In the hush before the world stirs,
one hears it first—a whisper of wind threading through leaves,
silk robes brushing ancient stone,
creation’s heart restarting with a soft thrum,
a rooster’s cry cracking night like warm bread.

Then sight unfurls: the horizon bleeds gold,
mercies rising like loaves from heaven’s oven,
pink and amber ribbons over dew-kissed fields,
shadows fleeing as light claims the throne—
by faith, the invisible becomes visible,
promises painted in sunrise scripture.

Smell awakens next, earth’s incense ascending:
crisp petrichor from last night’s rain,
wild honeysuckle’s sweet breath,
coffee grounds blooming in a kitchen’s warm exhale—
compassion, aromatic and alive,
drifting through open windows like manna’s memory.

Taste follows, a sacrament on the tongue:
the first sip of tea, honeyed and hot,
bitter edge softened by grace’s slow melt,
salt of yesterday’s tears evaporated,
leaving only forgiveness,
new as Eden’s untouched fruit.

Finally, touch—the gentle siege of mercy:
cool grass kissing bare feet,
sun’s first rays warming skin like a father’s hand,
a breeze caressing cheeks, erasing wrinkles of worry—
by faith, unseen arms enfolding,
tender as lamb’s wool, strong as dawn’s resolve.

Can anyone sense it? By faith, see it—
God’s mercies, woven fresh in every sense,
a daily resurrection,
eternal in the fleeting now.

Sonnet on Revelation 21:22-23 by Debbie Harris

27 Monday Oct 2025

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Revelation 21:22-23 (KJV)

In Heaven’s courts, no temple’s walls are raised,
For God, with Christ and Spirit, dwells as one.
Their glory crowns the city, brightly blazed,
A radiant light no shadow dares to shun.
No sun ascends, no moon with silver gleam,
For divine light outshines all earthly flame.
The Lamb’s pure glow through golden streets does stream,
Illuming all with everlasting claim.
No darkness falls where holy splendor reigns,
Each gate of pearl reflects Their sovereign might.
The born-again, redeemed from earthly chains,
Bask in the warmth of uncreated light.
O Majesty, eternal, rich, and grand,
Thy Triune radiance wakes the eternal psalm!

A Cascade of Christ’s Gifts: Love, Forgiveness, and the Eternal Gift of Salvation Freely Given by Debbie Harris

26 Sunday Oct 2025

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My heart burns to proclaim the love, grace, and eternal faithfulness of Christ Jesus. As a performer with a master’s in performance, I crafted this poem to roar like an aria, cascading like a waterfall of faith that can’t be contained. The publishing world may turn away from such unbridled passion, preferring polished whispers to bold shouts, but I won’t dim this fire. This poem is my soul’s cry—a call to all peoples to run to Jesus, who freely gives salvation and will never betray you. Let these King James scriptures set the stage for a truth that demands to be heard.

Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost Romans 15:13, KJV


The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee. Jeremiah 31:3, KJV


In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace. Ephesians 1:7, KJV


And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son.1 John 5:11, KJV


Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13, KJV


I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. Hebrews 13:5, KJV

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God. Ephesians 2:8, KJV

There is hope,
Love, mercy,
Grace, forgiveness,
Eternal life,
Friendship, truth—
Everything one needs
In Christ Jesus our Lord!
Run to Him, all peoples,
Run to Him with haste!
For Jesus loves,
Restores,
Transforms—
One who can never,
Will never,
No, ever betray you!

Holy Proximity to Emmanuel’s Glory: A Poetic Reflection on the Redeemed Saint’s Journey Drawing Nigh to the Heart of God by Debbie Harris

25 Saturday Oct 2025

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The poem, inspired by James 4:8a (KJV) – “Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you,” is a reverent and awe-filled celebration of the intimate relationship between a redeemed saint and Emmanuel, God with us. It portrays the majestic God of the universe stooping to meet the humble, seeking heart of a believer. The poem emphasizes the divine promise that as one draws near to God, He reciprocates with His presence, enveloping the saint in grace and love. Through vivid imagery of heaven’s light, seraphs’ songs, and the vastness of creation, it underscores the wonder of God’s nearness to a royally redeemed soul, affirming the transformative power of faith and the sacred proximity to the divine.

Based on James 4:8a (KJV) – “Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.”

In the hush of heaven’s holy light,
Emmanuel, the God of endless might,
Stoops from realms where seraphs sing,
To meet the heart that seeks its King.

Oh, royally redeemed, a saint made whole,
By grace divine, He claims my soul.
The God of stars, of seas, of skies,
Draws near to hear my humble cries.

“Draw nigh to God,” the Spirit calls,
Through sacred pages, mercy falls.
A step toward Him, with trembling awe,
And He descends, no veil, no flaw.

The universe’s Sovereign, vast and grand,
Holds this frail heart within His hand.
Emmanuel, God with us, so near,
His presence calms all doubt, all fear.

Oh, wondrous truth, my soul takes flight,
The King of glory bends to my plight.
I draw to Him, my Savior true,
And find His heart draws nearer too.

As saints redeemed, with royal claim,
We walk in grace, we praise His name.
For James declares, in love’s decree,
Draw near to God—He runs to thee.