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Every Mountain a Jewel, Every Sea a Song: The Whole Earth Crowned with the Beauty of Our Saviour(Colossians 1:15–17, KJV) by Debbie Harris

12 Friday Dec 2025

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Colossians 1:15–17 (KJV)


Who is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of every creature:
For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers: all things were created by him, and for him:
And he is before all things, and by him all things consist.

The whole earth was created
and crowned with the beauty
of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.

Every blade of grass
a thread in His royal robe,
every mountain ridge
a jewel set upon His brow.

The oceans roar His praise
in thunder-language of waves,
the forests lift green hands
and tremble with His name.

Sunrise spills molten gold
across the waking lands,
a daily coronation
for the King who holds the worlds.

Stars burn as candles
round His midnight throne,
and every breath of wind
whispers, “All for Him,
all by Him,
all through Him alone.”

The whole earth—
a single, shining diadem
laid at the feet
of Jesus Christ,
the everlasting Lord.
Amen.

Behold the Beauty: Jesus Christ, the Living Holy Ornament and Slain Lamb Worthy of Endless Alleluias by Debbie Harris

10 Wednesday Dec 2025

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Jesus Christ is the most beautiful, transforming, and redemptive living treasure that adorns the inside of us. He is our precious Savior, Lord, and King. Therefore, let us come with joyful adoration, singing “Alleluia!” to the Lamb who was slain, worshiping Christ alone, now and forever

The most beautiful, transforming,
redemptive living Holy ornament within is Jesus Christ our precious,
beloved Savior, Lord, and King.

Come sing Alleluia as we
adoringly worship Christ alone!

Alleluia to the Lamb who was slain!

If God Be For Us, Who Can Be Against Us by Debbie Harris

10 Wednesday Dec 2025

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Summary (one sentence):
A bold, triumphant poem celebrating the invincible truth of Romans 8:31—“If God is for us, who can be against us?”—by declaring that no enemy, power, trial, or even death itself can prevail against those whom God defends, illustrated through biblical victories and culminating in Christ’s ultimate triumph.

Core message: With God as our champion, every adversary is already defeated; therefore we stand fearless and victorious.

Who shall rise when Heaven’s banner flies?
The Almighty stands—His thunder fills the skies!
No horde of hell, no empire forged in pride,
Can breach the rampart where Jehovah hides
His chosen ones beneath the shadow of His sword.

Let Pharaoh’s chariots rattle on the shore,
Let Goliath roar and shake his spear once more—
The sea divides, the stone already sings,
The giant falls before the King of kings.
If God be for us, trembling foes are dust.

The lions’ den grows silent at His word,
The fiery furnace cools where faith is heard;
Three men walk free, a fourth like Heaven’s Son—
The flames bow low, the battle already won.

Though darkness plot and principalities rage,
Though death itself turn every mortal page,
Yet Christ has torn the veil and burst the grave—
The Victor rises, and His risen wave
Sweeps every enemy beneath eternal tide.

So lift the anthem, blood-bought and unafraid:
Our Captain fights, and every debt is paid!
If God be for us—who? Let legions come—
They charge to ruin ‘gainst the Lord of hosts’ own drum.

The gates of hell shall splinter, crack, and yield;
The Lamb Himself rides forth upon the field.
All heaven thunders, earth and grave confess:
Victorious is the Lord our Righteousness!

If God be for us—who can stand against?
Not one. Not ever.
Amen. And amen.

O Boundless Mercy, Matchless Worth: A Hymn of Redemption’s Embrace by Debbie Harris

09 Tuesday Dec 2025

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The poem traces the breathtaking journey of a soul under the gaze of a holy God.It begins with unflinching honesty: Jesus Christ sees everything, every hidden sin, every hypocritical prayer, every tear we refused to cry, and the spiritual death we carried while pretending to live.Yet the moment a person truly repents (when pride finally breaks, when the heart turns back with nothing to offer but its own ruin), everything changes. Mercy pours like an ocean without shores, grace covers completely, and divine love stoops from heaven to embrace the unworthy. The Judge Himself becomes the sacrifice, paying the price on Calvary.No earthly treasure or human achievement can compare to this gift: to be completely known in all our shame, yet completely loved, forgiven, cleansed, and (astonishingly) crowned with heavenly honor.In short, the poem celebrates the heart of the gospel: God’s boundless mercy and matchless grace transform the most broken sinner into a beloved, glorified child welcomed home forever.

Our Savior sees the hidden stain,
The secret sin, the silent shame;
Each thought that shuns the light of day,
Each wandering step that went astray.

He knows the heart that feigned to pray,
The lips that lied, the hands that strayed;
He marks the tears we never shed,
The living death where hope has fled.

Yet when the broken spirit turns,
When pride dissolves and sorrow burns,
When empty hands at last confess
Their ruin and unrighteousness—

Then mercy, like a boundless sea,
Flows from the throne of Calvary;
Then grace, unmeasured and unstinted,
Covers the soul once foul and tainted.

Love bends the heavens, comes down low,
To kiss the brow once bent with woe;
The Judge becomes the Ransom price,
And God Himself is sacrifice.

No gift beneath the stars above,
No treasure born of human love,
Can match this wonder, pure and free—
Redeeming grace on Calvary’s tree.

O boundless mercy, matchless worth!
The greatest gift on sinful earth:
To be fully known, yet fully loved,
Forgiven, cleansed, and crowned in heaven above.

Maranatha by Debbie Harris

09 Tuesday Dec 2025

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The night is wide, yet one star holds its place,
a silver promise nailed against the sky;
the dark is deep, but dawn has touched its face
and left a quiet light for every eye.
The cold is fierce, yet somewhere spring lies curled
within the secret heart of the frost;
a single word still trembles through the world
and will not let one living thing be lost.

Maranatha.
Come, Dayspring, rise with healing in Thy wings,
come, Root of Jesse, bloom where winters cease;
come, Key of David, open hidden things
and set Thy captives into sudden peace.
Come, quiet Breath upon the waters blown,
and make the chaos hear Thee and be still;
come, set the longing heart upon Thy throne
and be the rest that only love can fill.

Maranatha.
The table waits with cup and living bread,
the lamps are trimmed, the bridal door ajar;
each heartbeat is a footstep in Thy tread,
each sigh a guiding signal to Thy star.
Come, take the cup and break the bread anew,
come, speak the mercy-name we barely dare;
come, turn the water into morning dew
and make the wounded world divinely fair.

Maranatha.
We have no crown but expectation’s fire,
no gift but waiting hands held open wide;
yet every breath repeats the heart’s desire
that soon the Bridegroom claim His waiting Bride.
Come, Morning Star, outshine our brightest sun,
come, Rose of Sharon, flood the desert plain;
come, fairest Lord, until our night is done
and beauty walks the streets of earth again.

Maranatha.
Come quickly, Lord, yet come as Thou know’st best;
come, Jesus, come, and make the whole world sing.
Come, lay Thy hand upon the trembling dust
and turn our winter into endless spring.
Come, Lord Jesus. Come, and we shall see Thy face, Thy glory, Thy eternity. Maranatha. Amen. Even so, come.

The Wonder That the Maker Dwells Within the Made When Redeemedby Debbie Harris

09 Tuesday Dec 2025

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Summary of the Poem
Emmanuel: The Wonder That the Maker Dwells Within the Made When Redeemed

The poem is a sustained hymn of awe at the twin mysteries of the Incarnation and the indwelling Christ.

It begins with the Nativity: heaven stooping to earth, the eternal Word becoming a helpless infant in Mary’s womb and Bethlehem’s manger, hailed by angels yet unrecognized by the world.

It then celebrates the meaning of “Emmanuel” (God with us): the tearing of the veil, the end of our exile, and the astonishing reality that the same God who lay in a manger now chooses to live inside believing hearts.

The central wonder is repeatedly sounded: the Infinite contracts to the size of a human span, the Ever-Strong willingly takes the form of weakness for our salvation, and the Creator of the stars makes His throne inside frail, sinful human beings. No cathedral could contain the glory that now quietly resides in the believer’s breast.

The poem closes with an exultant response: though our voices are small and our hearts once were wilderness, every pulse now confesses its hidden Guest, and the soul is moved to perpetual praise because Emmanuel (God with us, God in us) has made the human heart His chosen, eternal home.

In essence, it is a lyrical meditation on the staggering truth that the One who was born in Bethlehem has been reborn in us, turning dust into temple and sinners into sanctuaries of the living God.

O silent night, when heaven stooped to earth,
A maiden’s womb became the gate of light;
The Word made flesh, of uncontested worth,
Lay cradled low beneath the stars’ pure sight.

No crown of gold upon His infant brow,
Yet seraph hosts in trembling rapture sing;
The Shepherd-King, who left His throne to bow,
Hath come to make our mortal hearts His wing.

Emmanuel! The name like incense burns,
God with us now, no longer far above;
The veil is rent, the exile’s heart returns,
And finds its home within eternal Love

.O marvel past the reach of seraph’s song:
The Infinite contracts to span a span;
The Ever-Strong takes weakness for our wrong,
Yet fills with boundless might the heart of man.

Within this cage of dust and fleeting breath,
The Lord of glory deigns to make His throne;
Beyond the grasp of darkness and of death,
Christ walks the secret chambers of my own.

What cathedral vault, what marble dome
Could hold the splendor that my heart now keeps?
The Maker of the stars hath found a home
Where once my trembling, sinful spirit weeps.

O grace too vast for angel minds to scan!
O love too deep for time or tongue to trace!
The great I AM dwells in the heart of man,
And turns a wilderness to holy place.

Then sing, my soul, though voice be poor and small;
Let every pulse confess its hidden Guest;
Emmanuel! My Lord, my Life, my All,
Hath come, and made my heart His chosen rest.

Glory to God in the highest, with us, within us, forever.

Beneath the Star That Outshone Every Crown and Led the World to Bethlehem by Debbie Harris

08 Monday Dec 2025

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When winter’s night lay deepest, cold, and long,
A star came stooping from the fields of heaven;
Its beam fell soft, yet pierced the dark like song,
And made the hoarfrost glow as light was given.

The oxen stood in silence, breathing steam,
Like ancient watchers round a hidden flame;
Their eyes reflected what no tongue may dream,
The Word made flesh, who soon would bear our name.

There in a manger rough with splintered wood,
Lay Love incarnate, small and poorly clad;
Yet kings knelt low where simple shepherds stood,
And offered treasure to the Child they had.

Gold for His kingship, though He wore no crown,
Frankincense ascending like a prayer,
Myrrh for the grave that waited to drag down
The Lord of Life—who triumphed even there.

The night was cruel, the wind was bitter-sharp,
Yet mercy opened wide its iron door;
An angel choir struck heaven’s silent harp,
And glory sounded where was none before.

Therefore we sing through centuries of snow,
Of One who came a Babe, and comes again;
The empires crumble, still the carols grow—
“Peace upon earth, good will toward men.” Amen.

The Sower And The Word Of God by Debbie Harris

08 Monday Dec 2025

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The eternal Sower (Christ) walks beneath a radiant sky, scattering the living Word of God like blazing seed across the hearts of humanity.

  • On the hardened path of pride and indifference, the Word is snatched away before it can take root.
  • On shallow, stony hearts, it springs up with quick joy but withers under trial.
  • Among thorns of worry, greed, and worldly desire, the Word is slowly choked and bears no fruit.
  • Yet in hearts broken by sorrow, softened by grace, and watered by repentance (the “good soil”), the same Word sinks deep, explodes into life, and produces an overwhelming harvest: thirty, sixty, a hundredfold.

The poem ends with a majestic, hope-drenched call: the Sower never stops walking, His hand is never empty, and His Word can never die. Therefore, fling wide the gates of your heart, tear out every thorn, cast away every stone; the Kingdom is breaking like sunrise, the fields are white, and the final harvest will be glorious beyond all imagining.

He who has ears—hear! The Sower is coming.

So lift your eyes, O weary child of dust!
The Sower still walks beneath the opening sky;
His hand is never empty, His heart never still,
and the Word He sows can never, never die.

Fling wide the gates, break up the fallow ground,
let every stone be cast, let every thorn be burned;
the Kingdom comes like sunrise on the hills,
and the harvest of the Lord has no return.

He who has ears, let him hear the trumpet call:
the fields are white, the reapers are too few;
but the Word is mighty, the Sower is the King,
and the final harvest shall be glorious through and through.

Be Still, and Know That I Am God: I Will Be Exalted Among the Nations by Debbie Harris

06 Saturday Dec 2025

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Summary of the Poem

“Be Still, and Know That I Am God: I Will Be Exalted Among the Nations”

The poem is a meditative expansion of Psalm 46:10. It calls the restless heart to cease striving and enter the profound stillness that alone enables a person to truly know God as the great I AM, the self-existent One who stands before and beyond all creation.

Against the backdrop of roaring nations, collapsing kingdoms, and the fleeting noise of human history, the poem contrasts the temporary with the eternal. Earthly powers rise and fall, storms rage and pass, but the voice that once measured the seas and set the boundaries of time remains unchanged and sovereign.

The central movement declares God’s ultimate triumph: every empire will become ash, every proud name will fade, and in the end every knee will bow and every tongue confess the same undeniable reality, “He is God.” Yet this exaltation is not achieved through louder noise, but through the quiet, irresistible weight of divine truth that outlasts all opposition.

The closing invitation is one of deep rest: because the throne of the Holy One can never be shaken and the Lamb will be exalted forever, the soul is free to be still, to cease its anxious striving, and to dwell in the unshakable peace of God’s final victory.

In essence, the poem moves from command (“Be still”) to revelation (“and know that I am God”) to consummation (“I will be exalted…forever”), offering both comfort in the present storm and unshakable hope in the coming glory.

Be still, though the nations roar like the sea,
though kingdoms collide and thrones cease to be.
The clamor of crowns, the shouting of men—
all of it fades when eternity speaks again.

Be still, weary heart, in the furnace of days;
the fire may rage, yet the Refiner stays.
The storm will be hushed, the earthquake will cease,
for the Voice that once measured the deep speaks peace.

Be still, and know—
not with argument, proof,
but with the quiet weight of unshakeable truth:
I AM.
Before mountains were born, before time began,
before the first heartbeat stirred in man,
I AM.

I will be exalted above every name,
I will be exalted when pride turns to shame;
from the ashes of empires, from altars torn down,
every knee will bow low and every tongue own:

He is God.
He is God.

So rest in the silence no chaos can break,
the throne of the Holy will never be shaken.
The ages will roll like waves to the shore,
and the Lamb will be exalted forevermore.

Be still.
And know.
He will be exalted.
Forever.

Take Heed, Whom You Hear: A Warning and a Call to Be Nobler Than the Bereans by Debbie Harris

06 Saturday Dec 2025

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“Take Heed, Whom You Hear: A Warning and a Call to Be Nobler Than the Bereans”

The poem is a stark warning against false teachers who serve Satan with refined skill. These “ministers” appear polished, eloquent, and attractive, presenting deadly error disguised as truth: poison poured slowly into a beautiful golden cup that tastes, at first, like living water.

It urges extreme caution (“Take heed, take heed”) about whose voice we allow into our hearts, because many speak of Christ and quote Scripture while neither knowing Him nor fearing God. Their message flatters and comforts, but it never convicts or transforms.

In contrast, the poem lifts up the Bereans of Acts 17 as the enduring model: ordinary believers who refused to accept even apostolic preaching at face value. Night after night they searched the Scriptures to verify every claim, turning over every glittering cup to see what was really inside.

The closing call is both a prayer and a resolve:
May we be even more noble than they were; children of the second look; jealous guardians of truth who spill out every honeyed lies and drink only from the pure, plain water of God’s Word, until the day we see Christ face to face.

In essence, the poem is a passionate plea for relentless biblical discernment in an age of sophisticated deception.

The devil keeps his ministers,
polished, soft-spoken, and wise;
they come with velvet syllables,
a smile that never hurts the eyes.
They pour the ancient poison slow
into a cup of beaten gold;
one sip tastes just like living water,
the next leaves the soul stone-cold.

Take heed, take heed, O traveler,
whose heart is hungry heart you feed;
not every voice that speaks of heaven
is climbing there on bended knee.
Some preach a Christ they never met,
and quote the Book they never feared;
their gospel shines like burnished brass
that leaves the ear caressed, not seared.

But there were souls in Berea once
who would not swallow gleaming lies;
they took the word back to the Word
and held it trembling to the skies.
Night after night they searched the page,
noble, stubborn, unafraid,
till every glittering cup was turned
and every lying promise weighed.

So let us be Bereans still,
children of the second look,
refusing honeyed draughts of death
for the plain water of the Book.
Though Satan send his choicest cup
rimmed round with light and rimmed with song,
we’ll spill it out upon the ground
and drink where living waters run.

Lord, make us wary, make us bold,
make us jealous for the truth;
give us hearts that tremble at Thy Word
and hands that will not clasp the smooth.
For every age has its golden cups;
only the Scripture never lies;
so we will search, and search again
until we see Thee with open eyes.