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

24 Tuesday Feb 2026

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

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

Core Themes and Structure:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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O Lord, Grant Steel to the Spine and Fire to the Soul: A Plea for Courage to Root Out Corruption Through National Repentance and the Lordship of Christ by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Patriotic

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The canker deep has wormed its way, O Lord,
Through every vein of rule and rod of sword;
Like ivy black it climbs the marble stair,
And chokes the light of justice everywhere.

In velvet robes the traitors sit and smile,
Their oaths dissolved in gold, their truth beguile;
The quill that signed the law now signs the sale,
While honest men grow faint and turn their tale.

From palace dome to village courthouse door,
The serpent coils where trust once stood before;
The well of honor, once so pure and clear,
Now runs with bribes and whispers of the fear.

We weary, Lord, of honeyed words that lie,
Of painted smiles beneath a painted sky;
Of righteous men who learned the coward’s art
And traded spine for safety of the heart.

Yet deeper still the sickness lies concealed:
A nation turns from Christ, its soul unrevealed.
Corruption thrives where altars stand forsaken,
Where hearts refuse the cross that sin has taken.

So call us all, O Lord, to bow and see
Our only hope: repent, and turn to Thee!
Let every soul receive the Savior’s grace,
And crown Him King in every heart and place.

For only when we honor Christ as Lord,
As nation, people, city, home, and board,
Will darkness flee, the hidden rot exposed,
And truth arise where once the lie reposed.

Then grant them iron, not the gaudy kind,
But ancient steel that bends not to the wind;
The courage grim that rises in the night
When power’s friends have vanished from the sight.

Let one clear “No” ring out across the hall,
Though titles fall and gilded favors pall;
Let backbone rise, unbowed, unbent, severe,
And drive the darkness trembling from its lair.

Root out the rot, but first root deep within
The remnant few who still recall the sin
Of selling soul for place, for coin, for peace—
And give them strength that never bends, nor flees.

So arm the just with adamant and flame,
That Christ may reign and honor bear His name.
Amen—and swiftly, lest the last light fail
And night eternal claim the common soul.

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If the Foundations Be Destroyed, What Can the Righteous Do? – A Lament for Our Age by Debbie Harris

02 Friday Jan 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Inspirational, Patriotic, Prayer

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(Thank goodness for President Trump and his team!

In halls of power, the scales are tipped with gold,
Promises rot like fruit left on the vine.
The watchmen sleep, the shepherds sell the fold,
And justice bends beneath the weight of lies.

The pillars crack—once hewn from honest stone—
Now honeycombed by termites wearing crowns.
The innocent are crushed beneath the throne,
While thieves in silk parade through marble towns.

What shall the righteous do when all caves in?
When truth is branded treason, light called shade?
Shall we rage blindly at the gathering sin,
Or swing the hammer till the liars fade?

No. Fury feeds the fire that burns the just.
The righteous stand, though every beam gives way.
They speak the word no bribe can turn to dust,
And build with quiet hands what will not sway.

They plant small seeds in soil the flood has scarred,
They bind the broken, guard the flickering flame.
Their strength is not the sword, but patience hard—
To live the truth when truth itself is maimed.

For empires fall when foundations decay,
Yet something rises from the honest ruin:
A narrower path, a dawn delayed, but day—
The remnant walks it, and the world begins anew.

O Lord of justice, hear the righteous cry:
Not for revenge, but for the day restored
When fraud lies exposed, and no lie can buy
The mercy of the everlasting Lord.

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

08 Saturday Nov 2025

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Patriotic, Spiritual Warfare

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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!

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

06 Thursday Nov 2025

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

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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.

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The Christ-Given Gift Of Capitalism by Debbie Harris

02 Sunday Nov 2025

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Christ Centered Devotionals, Christian Poetry, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Patriotic

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Summary of The Christ-Given Gift of Capitalism

The poem traces the biblical roots of free enterprise as a divine ordinance, from Creation to Christ’s Kingdom:

  1. Creation & Covenant – God commands Adam to work and subdue the earth; Israel’s Law sanctifies labor, honest trade, and rest.
  2. Christ’s Example & Teaching – Jesus, a carpenter’s son, multiplies loaves, teaches the Parable of the Talents, and honors just exchange while cleansing corrupt commerce.
  3. Redemption & Stewardship – The Cross pays sin’s debt; believers are called to freely steward gifts in the marketplace, reflecting God’s image through choice, creativity, and generosity.
  4. Early Church & Spread – Apostles like Paul work with their hands; the Gospel advances through voluntary networks, not state coercion.
  5. Capitalism as Sacred Order – Voluntary exchange, innovation, and risk mirror Scripture’s principles; wealth becomes a tool to bless, not hoard.
  6. Final Victory – In Christ’s eternal Kingdom, righteousness yields boundless harvest; every anti-God system—symbolized by the beast and his mark—is overthrown by the Lamb.

Core Message: Capitalism is not a human invention but a Christ-given framework that honors God through faithful labor, free exchange, and love of neighbor—ultimately triumphing over all forms of tyranny and envy.

In the beginning, God formed man from dust and breath,
And placed him in Eden to work and to keep.
No idle repose, no unearned repose—
“Subdue the earth,” the Creator decreed,
By labor and wisdom, let abundance increase.

The Lord taught His people through covenant law:
Six days you shall labor, the seventh to rest.
Fields to be tilled, vines to be dressed,
Trade in the gates, with honest weights blessed.
From Abraham’s flocks to Israel’s store,
Prosperity flowed where faith met the chore.

Then came the Messiah, born in humble estate,
Son of a carpenter, shaping the wood.
He spoke in the markets, by seas and by gate,
Of seeds that are sown and the harvest of good.
The parable of talents, a charge from on high:
Use what is given, let it multiply.

Five loaves and two fishes, in His hands made to feed
Five thousand and more, with twelve baskets spared.
Not by compulsion, but mercy and need—
Abundance from little, through faith declared.
He drove out the moneychangers with zeal,
Yet honored the coin with Caesar’s due seal.

On the cross He redeemed us, the debt fully paid,
No merit of ours, yet grace that invites.
A covenant sealed, where the faithful are bade
To steward the gifts in the world’s marketplaces.
For freedom to choose, to create, and to give,
Reflects the Image in which we all live.

The apostles bore witness in cities afar,
From tentmaking Paul to the merchants of Rome.
They traded in truth, under heaven’s North Star,
Building the Church where the faithful found home.
No edict of kings could their mission restrain—
The Gospel spread freely, like leaven in grain.

Thus capitalism, rooted in Scripture’s deep soil,
Honors the Creator who bids us to toil.
Voluntary exchange, where the willing agree,
Lifts every soul toward true liberty.
Innovation and risk, like the sower’s bold seed,
Bear fruit everlasting for those who proceed.

In boardrooms and workshops, in fields and in trade,
We glorify God when His principles guide.
The widow’s small offering, humbly conveyed,
Multiplies greatly when trust is applied.
For wealth is a tool in the Master’s great plan—
To serve and to bless every child, every man.

This gift from the Savior, this order divine,
Where labor bears fruit and compassion aligns.
No envy, no theft, but a heart to bestow—
The Christ-given way that lets prosperity grow.
In His kingdom eternal, the faithful will see
The harvest of righteousness, boundless and free.
While chains of the serpent are broken and flee—
The beast and his mark overthrown by the Lamb.

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The Founders’ Faith Unchained: How the Bible Shaped America and a Rogue Deep State Sought to Divide It Through the Atheistic and Marxist Ideology of Church-State Separation by Debbie Harris

25 Saturday Oct 2025

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ Centered Devotionals, Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Inspirational, Patriotic

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The poem asserts that the concept of separation of church and state is absent from the U.S. Constitution, portraying it as a fabricated notion pushed by rogue, godless deep state players who hate God and promote atheistic, Marxist ideology to divide America. It emphasizes that the nation was founded on biblical principles, with the Founders’ faith shaping its laws and liberty. The First Amendment only prohibits Congress from establishing a religion or restricting free worship, not from integrating faith into governance. The poem depicts the “wall of separation” as a myth, stemming from Jefferson’s private letter rather than constitutional law, and accuses those who champion it of trying to suppress the Bible’s influence. It concludes by affirming that America’s liberty and faith remain intertwined, undeterred by efforts to sever them, with no constitutional mandate for their division.

The Constitution’s text, so pure, so grand,
Carves no divide ‘twixt faith and land.
“Separation’s law,” they shout, they scheme,
Yet such a wall is but a dream.

On Bible’s truth our nation rose,
Its sacred light the Founders chose.
Their hearts, with godly wisdom fired,
Built liberty’s frame, by faith inspired.

No clause demands that faith retreat,
No line forbids where God and law meet.
Congress shall not establish, nor restrain,
Free worship—freedom’s core remains.

But rogue deep staters, God they spurn,
Hate fuels their hearts, their souls they burn.
They weave this myth, this “wall” they raise,
To tear faith down in godless craze.

Jefferson’s words, a private note,
Not law, yet schemers fiercely quote.
Their ruse would mute the Bible’s call,
And cast God’s truth beyond the wall.

Yet history stands, unyielding, sure,
Faith shaped the laws that still endure.
No split of church and state is found—
Just liberty on holy ground.

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The Constitution’s Sacred Fire: Woven from Scripture’s Truth, Beset by Shadows of Marxist and Satanic Sway by Debbie Harris

25 Saturday Oct 2025

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

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The poem, titled “The Constitution’s Sacred Fire: Woven from Scripture’s Truth, Beset by Shadows of Marxist and Satanic Sway,” celebrates the U.S. Constitution as a divinely inspired document rooted in Judeo-Christian principles, while critiquing the governance of Bush, Obama, and Biden for allegedly undermining its values with Marxist and Satanic influences.

It portrays the Constitution as a timeless covenant, shaped by biblical concepts like original sin (informing checks and balances), the covenant tradition (inspiring “We the People”), human dignity (Genesis 1:27), and Mosaic law (guiding due process and justice). Specific references include Deuteronomy’s limits on power, Leviticus’ jubilee for equality, and Exodus’ Sabbath and oaths, reflecting the Founders’ reliance on Scripture for moral and structural guidance, as seen in Madison’s separation of powers and Adams’ emphasis on civic virtue.

The poem contrasts this sacred foundation with perceived threats: Bush’s wars, Obama’s policies, and Biden’s leadership are depicted as drifting toward Marxist and Satanic ideologies, eroding liberty through an overreaching state. Despite these challenges, the Constitution endures as a beacon of freedom, its biblical roots unyielding against temporal corruption. The poem calls for vigilance to preserve this “sacred fire” of liberty, blending reverence for the Constitution’s origins with a warning against modern betrayals.

Upon a hill, where freedom’s light
Was kindled in the heart of night,
A parchment born of sacred will,
The Constitution stands there still.
Its words, a covenant divine,
Where mortal hopes and truth align,
From quills of men who sought to frame
A nation lit by heaven’s flame.

From Genesis to Deuteronomy’s call,
The Bible’s echo shaped it all.
In Eden’s fall, the truth was clear:
Man’s heart is frail, yet God is near.
Original sin, the human stain,
Demands a check on power’s reign.
So Madison, with Scripture’s guide,
Crafted balance to stem the tide.

“Ambition counters ambition’s might,”
He wrote, as stars burned through the night.
From Moses’ law, where kings were bound,
In Deuteronomy’s truth profound,
The framers saw a republic’s form—
No tyrant’s rule, no despot’s storm.
Three branches stand, like Israel’s plan,
To guard the soul of mortal man.

The covenant of Abraham’s line,
Where God and people’s wills entwine,
Inspired the words, “We the People” rise,
A solemn bond beneath the skies.
Not contract cold, but sacred trust,
A higher law to lift from dust.
Like Israel’s tribes, both free and one,
Federalism’s work was thus begun.

In Genesis, man’s worth was sealed—
God’s image, dignity revealed.
No noble’s crown, no king’s decree,
Could bind the soul meant to be free.
From Leviticus, the jubilee’s grace,
Proclaimed equality’s rightful place.
Due process, drawn from ancient code,
Ensures the law’s fair, steady road.

The Sabbath’s rest, the oath’s true weight,
From Exodus, the Founders’ fate
Was shaped to honor truth’s command,
To build a just and righteous land.
No test of faith, yet faith’s deep root—
The Bible’s wisdom bore this fruit.
For Adams spoke, with sober voice,
“Morality’s our freedom’s choice.”

Yet shadows fall, as shadows must,
When virtue falters, turns to dust.
Some cry of Marxist schemes that creep,
Of Satanic wiles in governance deep.
From Bush’s wars to Obama’s pen,
To Biden’s reign, they warn of men
Whose policies, they claim, betray
The sacred truths of freedom’s day.

A state that grows, with iron hand,
To choke the soul of this free land.
They see in laws a crimson thread,
Of communist lies, where freedom’s bled.
A drift from God, from right, from law,
Where liberty’s bright star they saw
Now dims beneath a clouded veil,
As virtue’s strength begins to fail.

But still the Constitution stands,
Unbowed by time or mortal hands.
Its roots in Scripture, firm and deep,
A sentinel where angels keep.
Its beauty lies in tempered might,
In justice sworn to guard the right.
No president, no fleeting reign,
Can break its will or loose its chain.

From Franklin’s plea, with Proverbs’ call,
To Henry’s warnings in the hall,
The Bible’s voice was ever near,
To guide, to chasten, to revere.
Not theocracy’s rigid claim,
But moral truth to fan the flame
Of liberty, of law, of grace—
A nation’s hope, a people’s place.

So let us hold this sacred scroll,
This covenant of heart and soul.
For in its lines, God’s truth abides—
The right to live where freedom strides.
Through storms of strife, through schemes of men,
Its light will call us home again.
The Constitution, born of prayer,
Is freedom’s fire, eternal, fair.

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One Nation Under God by Debbie Harris

17 Wednesday Sep 2025

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

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The sonnet “One Nation Under God” expresses a fervent call for America’s renewal through faith in Jesus Christ. It laments the nation’s drift from its God-centered roots into selfishness and division, but holds hope that by embracing Christ’s love and truth, the country can be restored. The poem portrays Jesus as the guiding light and unifying force, urging the nation to return to His grace to heal, unite, and reclaim its greatness, culminating in a prayer for divine guidance to make America one nation under God again.

In lands where liberty’s bright banner flew,
A nation raised by faith in God’s own plan,
We’ve strayed to paths where selfish dreams accrue,
And lost the truth that made our glory grand.
Yet hope still calls, through Jesus Christ, our Lord,
His sacred name the light that leads us home,
His cross the sword to cut division’s cord,
His love the strength to build where we may roam.

When Christ, our Savior, reigns in every heart,
Our nation’s soul shall rise, restored, made whole,
One people bound, His grace our guiding chart,
His truth the fire to purify our goal.
O God, through Jesus, make us one again,
America, Your nation, sings amen.

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