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Sonnet To Empower Our Savior’s Royally Redeemed by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Nov 2025

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Before the dawn ignites the eastern sky,
The Lord Himself descends in holy fire;
He shatters chains where darkness dares to lie,
And clothes you now in heaven’s royal fire.

Through earthly strife where mortal battles rage,
His chariot cloud consumes all earthly fear;
In every trial, written on heaven’s page,
His holy might shall conquer what is near.

When shadows fall and earthly voices cease,
His glory throne illuminates the night;
The King of kings bestows unbroken peace,
And heaven’s power flows as endless light.

So stand as one with heaven’s victory won,
The Lord your God—His power makes you strong!

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Holy Empowerment Sonnet by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Nov 2025

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Deuteronomy 31:8 (KJV)

And the LORD, he it is that doth go before thee; he will be with thee, he will not fail thee, neither forsake thee: fear not, neither be dismayed.

Before the dawn ignites the eastern sky,
The Lord Himself descends in holy fire;
He shatters chains where darkness dares to lie,
And clothes you now in heaven’s royal fire.

Before the dawn ignites the eastern sky,
The Lord Himself descends in holy fire;
He shatters chains where darkness dares to lie,
And clothes you now in heaven’s royal fire.

Through earthly strife where mortal battles rage,
His chariot cloud consumes all earthly fear;
In every trial, written on heaven’s page,
His holy might shall conquer what is near.

When shadows fall and earthly voices cease,
His glory throne illuminates the night;
The King of kings bestows unbroken peace,
And heaven’s power flows as endless light.

So stand as one with heaven’s victory won,
The Lord your God—His power makes you strong!

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When One Sinner Repents, All Of Heaven Rejoices by Debbie Harris

27 Thursday Nov 2025

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A trumpet announces a lost soul’s return through Heaven’s jasper gates. The Lord proclaims the news, triggering universal rejoicing: golden streets pulse, 10,000 harps play, cherubim dance, seraphim cast crowns, and archangels lead praise. The Father runs to embrace the prodigal with robe, ring, and feast. This one sinner’s homecoming surpasses the joy over ninety-nine righteous, proving Heaven’s greatest celebration honors redemption.

Luke 15:7
“I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need no repentance.”

Luke 15:10
“Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.”

Luke 15:20
“And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.”

Luke 15:22
“But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet.”

Luke 15:23
“And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry.”

Revelation 4:2-3
“And immediately I was in the spirit: and, behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne. And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone…”

Revelation 4:6
“And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal…”

Revelation 4:8
“And the four beasts had each of them six wings about him; and they were full of eyes within: and they rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty…”

Revelation 4:10
“The four and twenty elders fall down before him that sat on the throne, and worship him that liveth for ever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne…”

Revelation 5:8
“And when he had taken the book, the four beasts and four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps…”

Revelation 21:18
“And the building of the wall of it was of jasper: and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass.”

Revelation 21:21
“And the twelve gates were twelve pearls… And the street of the city was pure gold…”

Revelation 22:1
“And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.”

Revelation 2:17
“To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden manna…”

Isaiah 6:2
“Above it stood the seraphims: each one had six wings; with twain he covered his face, and with twain he covered his feet, and with twain he did fly.”

Ezekiel 10:2
“And he spake unto the man clothed with linen… saying, Go in between the wheels… and fill thine hand with coals of fire from between the cherubims…”

Revelation 12:7
“And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon…”

Luke 1:19
“And the angel answering said unto him, I am Gabriel, that stand in the presence of God; and am sent to speak unto thee…”

Psalm 150:3
“Praise him with the sound of the trumpet: praise him with the psaltery and harp.”

Revelation 19:1
“And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God.”

Hebrews 12:22-23
“But ye are come unto mount Sion, and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to an innumerable company of angels.”

Exodus 16:31
“And the house of Israel called the name thereof Manna: and it was like coriander seed, white; and the taste of it was like wafers made with honey.”

In vaults of gold where seraphs soar,
And crystal rivers sing forevermore,
A trumpet blasts through jasper gates,
And Heaven trembles with exultant fates!

The Lord of Hosts, with eyes of flame,
Proclaims with joy that shakes His name:
“Rejoice, ye saints, and angels bright,
A soul once lost returns to light!”

The golden streets, with amethyst aglow,
Pulse with the rhythm of celestial flow.
Ten thousand harps, with strings of starlight spun,
Weave psalms of triumph, second to none.

Cherubim, with wings of sapphire flame,
Dance in spirals, chanting His name.
Seraphim, with faces veiled in awe,
Cast crowns of ruby at the mercy-thaw.

From emerald hills where fountains leap and play,
The elder saints in robes of purest day
Lift voices clear as morning’s primal dew,
Singing, “Glory! One more joins the crew!”

The great archangels, Michael’s sword ablaze,
And Gabriel, whose clarion praise
Shakes the foundations of the eternal city,
Lead choirs in a hymn of boundless mercy.

Before the throne, where jasper rivers gleam,
The Lamb’s own light outshines the noonday beam,
A table’s spread with manna, honey sweet,
For one poor soul, now clothed in love complete.

No king on earth, with pomp and sceptered might,
Has seen such splendor in the dead of night.
No crown of laurel, no triumphal car,
Can match the welcome of one wandering star.

For lo! The Father runs with arms outspread,
The robe, the ring, the fatted calf are led.
The sinner, once in shadows bound,
Is crowned with joy where grace is found.

And all the host, from utmost sphere to throne,
With peals of rapture, makes the welkin moan:
“One sinner’s turn doth angels’ hearts enflame,
More than ninety-nine that never knew shame!”

So let the bells of pearl forever ring,
Let every star its silver anthem sing!
In Heaven’s heart, the greatest feast is spread
For one soul saved, one heart from darkness led.

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Blessed Be the Lord Who Daily Loadeth Us with Benefits A Classical Ode to God’s Royal Heirs by Debbie Harris

27 Thursday Nov 2025

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Blessed be the Lord who daily loadeth us with grace,
His benefits like rivers from His throne forever flow;
A store of endless mercy shines upon our pilgrim race,
And crowns each dawn with favor that His children all may know.

Majestic hope arises with the morning’s golden ray,
Its radiant beams of glory chase all shadows far away;
The promise of His victory fills our hearts with joyful play,
For joint heirs of His kingdom shall with Christ forever stay.

Victorious royal forces, clad in garments pure and bright,
March forth with banners waving ‘neath the King’s unyielding hand;
The hosts of hell shall tremble at the splendor of His might,
For sons and daughters crowned with life in triumph firmly stand.

O King of Kings and Lord of Lords, enthroned in regal state,
Thy scepter rules creation with a power none can stay;
We joint heirs of Thy promise find our everlasting fate,
To reign with Thee in glory where no darkness mars the day.

From everlasting ages, Thy benevolence hath poured,
Unfailing streams of goodness on the objects of Thy love;
Each blessing multiplies to magnify our living Lord,
Who lifts us to His bosom in His paradise above.

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When Our Earthly Tears Become Heaven’s Eternal Chandeliers by Debbie Harris

27 Thursday Nov 2025

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Our tears on earth, like rivers flow,
Through valleys deep where shadows grow.
Yet heaven holds a sacred art,
Each drop remade, a radiant part.

From bottles kept in God’s own hand,
They rise as light in glory’s land.
No tear is lost, no sorrow vain—
Our chandeliers through endless reign.

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Prayer, the Golden Chain Binding the Royally Redeemed to the Throne of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords by Debbie Harris

27 Thursday Nov 2025

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ Centered Devotionals, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Inspirational, Prayer

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Inspired by George Herbert’s poem on prayer.

Prayer, the Golden Chain Binding the Royally Redeemed
to the Throne of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords

Prayer, the Church’s hidden flame,
A spark from heaven’s boundless forge,
The soul’s soft plea, the heart’s calm balm,
A wing that lifts where tempests gorge.

The merchant’s gain through tides that roar,
The pilgrim’s staff on paths untrod,
The lover’s sigh at midnight’s door,
The watchman’s call beneath the sod.

Prayer, the Golden Chain Binding the Royally Redeemed
to the Throne of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords

Prayer, the Church’s hidden flame,
A spark from heaven’s boundless forge,
The soul’s soft plea, the heart’s calm balm,
A wing that lifts where tempests gorge.

The merchant’s gain through tides that roar,
The pilgrim’s staff on paths untrod,
The lover’s sigh at midnight’s door,
The watchman’s call beneath the sod.

A golden chain that binds the royally redeemed
To thrones where heaven’s chorus rings,
Where seraphim their worship bring,
A silent stream, a gracious trust,
The key that opes the eternal spring.

The widow’s mite, the orphan’s cry,
The broken reed that still can sound,
A bridge o’er chasms none deny,
A circle where lost joys are found.

The soldier’s shield in battle’s din,
The sailor’s star through storms that rend,
The poet’s muse, the seraph’s hymn,
The Alpha and the world’s great End.

Earth’s voice rising like the flood,
The seal of saints, the martyrs’ crown,
The heart where God Himself will bide,
Prayer—God’s breath and crown.

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May We Never Underestimate the Righteous and Holy Power of Our Risen Savior by Debbie Harris

26 Wednesday Nov 2025

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Summary of “May We Never Underestimate the Righteous and Holy Power of Our Risen Savior”The poem is a fervent, worshipful warning and celebration: Christians must never reduce, tame, or forget the full, awe-inspiring reality of who the risen Jesus truly is.It begins with a solemn charge—never to underestimate the holy power that conquered death itself. Christ is portrayed not merely as a gentle teacher or moral example, but as the sovereign King who silenced storms, shattered hell’s gates, and rose victorious from the tomb, bearing scars that are now emblems of eternal dominion.Stanza by stanza, the poem contrasts the limitless might and terror of His glory with the frailty of human pride, empires, and darkness. No night is too deep, no heart too hard, no kingdom too strong to withstand the light and love of the Risen One. Every knee will ultimately bow—not by persuasion, but by the undeniable authority of the Lamb who was slain and yet lives forever on the throne.The closing stanzas shift from warning to exultation, calling the soul to awaken and join the angelic anthem: “Worthy is the Lamb!” The resurrection is not a past event to be sentimentalized; it is the present, reigning, returning reality of the all-conquering Christ.In essence, the poem is a passionate plea to behold Jesus in His full biblical majesty—terrifying in holiness, tender in mercy, and absolutely unrivaled in power—so that we worship, fear, love, and live in the light of the One who lives and reigns forever.

May we never underestimate
The holy power that death could not hold,
The King who rose when the morning was late
And turned the grave to a gate of gold.

He spoke, and tempests forgot their rage,
He stood, and iron-barred darkness broke;
The chains of hell fell off like a page
Torn from the book that Satan wrote.

No night so deep but His dawn can rend,
No heart so hard but His love can move;
The proudest knee in the end shall bend
Beneath the scar that is crowned with love.

Let empires boast of their marble and might,
Let tyrants thunder and legions roar—
They crumble to dust in a breath of His light,
For Christ is risen, and reigns evermore.

May we never belittle or tame
The terror and tenderness blended as one
In Him who still bears the print of the nail
Yet sits on the throne when all thrones are gone.

Awake, my soul, and with angels cry:
“Worthy the Lamb upon Calvary slain!”
All heaven thunders the glad reply—
He lives, He reigns, and He comes again!Amen.

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The Prodigal Nation: A Cry for America to Kneel Again at Calvary by Debbie Harris

25 Tuesday Nov 2025

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Patriotic

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This prophetic poem is a heartfelt lament and urgent plea for the soul of America. It begins by echoing the beloved line “God shed His grace on thee,” then paints a stark picture of a nation that has received unmatched blessing yet drifted far from its first love, trading truth for pride, liberty for license, and the light of Christ for the darkness of self.

Like the prodigal son, America is portrayed as a wayward child who has squandered its inheritance, yet the Father still calls, still waits, still stands ready with open arms. The poem moves from sorrow over the nation’s spiritual decline to a ringing call for repentance: to fall on its knees at the cross, drink again from Calvary’s fountain, and find forgiveness and eternal life in Jesus Christ alone.

The final stanzas burst with hope and holy urgency. Church bells, steeples, and awakened hearts herald the promise that if America turns back to Christ, revival’s fire is here, ready to fall, ready to burn away the darkness and restore the land to the glory and purpose for which it was graced.

In essence, it is both a mourning for what has been lost and a triumphant declaration that it is not too late: the Shepherd seeks His sheep, the King is near, and revival awaits the nation that humbles itself and comes home.

America, America,
God shed His grace on thee,
From shining sea to shining sea,
Yet shadows veil what once was free.

The crown of brotherhood lies bent,
Our purple mountains turn to dust,
The fruited plain forgets its scent,
And liberty lies stained with rust.

We chased the wind, we crowned the pride,
We called the darkness light by day,
We traded truth for what felt right,
And slowly turned our hearts away.

But hark—a voice still calls thy name,
The Shepherd seeks the wandering sheep,
His arms are wide, His love the same,
Though we have sown what now we reap.

America, America,
Fall on thy knees beneath the cross,
Where mercy flows for every loss,
Where grace redeems what sin has cost.

Repent, return, O weary land,
The altar waits, the Savior stands,
His blood still speaks a better word
Than all the cries of broken hands.

Let church bells ring from coast to coast,
Let steeples pierce the darkened sky,
Let prodigal hearts come home to boast
No more in self, but Christ on high.

America, America,
God shed His grace on thee—
And bids thee now, in humble faith,
Come drink the cup of Calvary.

There find forgiveness, full and free,
There find the life that never ends,
For every soul that turns to see
The Lamb of God who heals and mends.

America, awake, arise,
Lift up your eyes, the King is near.
The night is far spent, dawn is nigh—
Turn back to Christ; revival’s fire is here.

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A Hymn of Return: On the Sacred Duty to Fill Every God-Given Talent with Beauty as Our Humble Offering by Debbie Harris

25 Tuesday Nov 2025

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A Hymn of Return: On the Sacred Duty to Fill Every God-Given Talent with Beauty as Our Humble Offering

The poem presents every human talent (artistic, manual, relational, intellectual) as a small spark of God’s own infinite Beauty, lent to us not for self-glory but to be returned to Him transformed into lovelier praise.

It begins with the quiet truth that God has placed a unique “note” in each person and asks only that we make His beauty endure through our lives. Like a rose that cannot help but give back fragrance, we are to take whatever we have been given (brush, voice, hammer, lullaby, garden, poem) and fill it with reverence and excellence, and offer it back as worship.

Talents are never truly “ours”; they are loans of divine glory meant to increase through use. The poem urges us never to let any gift rust or fall silent, but to polish it until it glows with something more than human, becoming a mirror that flashes one ray of God’s light into the world.

The closing vision is eschatological: when the final day comes and all partial beauties are gathered into the Perfect Beauty, every small act of consecrated craftsmanship will expand into the eternal flame from which it came, and God will delight to recognize Himself in the humble human work offered with love.

In essence, the poem is a lyrical call to stewardship: live and work in such a way that every talent becomes a humble, beautiful gift returned to the Giver, an act of liturgical beauty that prepares us for the unending Beauty of heaven.

The Lord of Beauty lent us each a spark,
A single note to sound within His song;
He shaped the hand, the voice, the eye, the heart,
And whispered soft: “Now make My beauty long.”

Not for our praise, nor for the world’s applause,
But as the rose returns its scent to air,
We take the gift and, trembling at the cause,
Pour loveliness again into His care.

The painter’s brush, the poet’s burning line,
The gardener’s patient, green, and quiet art,
The mother’s lullaby, the carpenter’s design,
Each humble craft a beating of God’s heart.

For talent is not ours; it is a loan
Of glory, lent that glory may increase;
A mirror set beneath the sun alone
To catch one ray and fling it into peace.

Then let no gift lie rusted, mute, or dim;
Let every skill be polished till it shine
With something more than human seraphim
Can claim, till it reflects the borders of divine.

So work, O soul! and sing, and build, and sow,
With fear and love and wonder in your hands;
That when the final beauty shall bestow
Its perfect day, your fragment may expand
Into the endless Beauty whence it came,
And God behold Himself in your small flame.

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O Ancient of Eternal Days: A Sevenfold Hymn of Thanksgiving Unto Ages of Ages by Debbie Harris

25 Tuesday Nov 2025

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O Ancient of Eternal Days: A Sevenfold Hymn of Thanksgiving Unto Ages of Ages
A concise summary in seven breaths (one for each perfect stanza):

  1. Before all time, the eternal God spoke light, seas, and harvest into being; every grain and every season has ever been His gift.
  2. In the bleak beginnings of nations (pilgrims on barren shores, exiles in winter), God spread tables in the wilderness and taught His people the first songs of thanks.
  3. Through every famine, war, and darkness since, His hidden manna and watchful love have never failed a single sparrow or child of the covenant.
  4. Tonight, under this harvest moon, fields overflow and ten thousand tables shine; the earth itself laughs in color because all belongs to Him.
  5. Yet the deepest thanksgiving is not for bread and wine, but for wounded hearts made whole, for sinners called beloved, for redemption that turns every sorrow into song.
  6. Empires fall, thrones crumble, but the feast lengthens eastward and westward until the last stranger and the last unborn child find their place at the everlasting table.
  7. Finally, all praise ascends to Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—one God in boundless might—while earth and heaven join in one unending Amen, and thanksgiving itself becomes eternity’s native tongue.

Refrain after every stanza:
“Praise, praise the Giver of all good… All peoples, lift undying praise!”

A hymn that begins before creation and never ends, carrying every generation’s gratitude forward on the same unbroken melody, world without end.

1
O Ancient of Eternal Days,
Before the worlds were framed,
Thy voice called forth the light and seas
And every creature named.
Thy open hand, through endless years,
Hath strewn the heavens with grain;
The seasons turn, the harvest nears—
Thy mercy falls like rain.

Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!

2
On barren shores our fathers knelt
When winter gripped the land;
Yet Thou preparedst unseen bread
By Thine almighty hand.
A table rose amid the wild,
The cup of mercy ran;
And songs of thanks, by exiles styled,
First sounded among men.

Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!

3
When enemies who lie and kill
And come to steal, destroy,
Rose like the darkness, fierce and shrill,
To rob Thy people’s joy—
Thy hidden manna fed us still,
Thy wings o’ershadowed nigh;
Through every threat of death and ill
Thy covenant kept us by.

Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!

4
The golden sheaves now bend and break,
The vintage overflows;
Earth laughs in color for Thy sake
And every field o’erflows.
Ten thousand tables gleam tonight
Beneath the harvest moon—
All gifts are Thine, all hearts unite
To sing one thankful tune.

Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!

5
Yet not for bread and cup alone
Our trembling praises ring;
For wounded hearts made wholly known,
For every hidden thing
Turned glory by redeeming grace,
For sinners called Thy own—
We bless the love upon Thy face
That claimed us for Thy throne.

Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!

6
Let empires crumble into dust,
Let thrones in silence fall;
Thy kingdom comes, forever just,
And shall outlast them all.
The child unborn shall taste this feast,
The stranger find his place;
Thy table lengthens, east to west,
Till time gives way to grace.

Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!

7
To Father, Son, and Spirit blest,
One God in boundless might,
Be glory while the worlds shall rest
And through eternal light.
Amen, amen, let earth reply,
And heaven the song prolong—
Thanksgiving nevermore shall die
But rise, world without end, as song.

Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!

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