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The Liberation Of Looking From Self To Christ by Debbie Harris

28 Sunday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

In the quiet moments when the soul grows weary of its own reflection—when doubt, failure, and inner accusation crowd the heart—this poem was born. It is not the voice of one who has perfectly mastered the art of faith, but of a fellow pilgrim who has discovered the sweet liberation that comes when we stop staring into the broken mirrors of self and instead fix our eyes on Jesus.

The journey from self to Christ is not always dramatic; often it is a simple, daily turning. A choice to look away from our fluctuating feelings, imperfect efforts, and accusing whispers—and to look instead upon the Author and Finisher of our faith. In His suffering we find courage, in His cross we find forgiveness, in His resurrection we find hope, and in His glorious reign we find rest.

My prayer is that these lines might encourage you, as they have encouraged me, to lift your eyes. The freedom you long for is not found by trying harder to hold yourself together, but by beholding the One who already holds you.

May you know the deep peace that comes from looking unto Jesus.

With grace and affection,

The Poet

Hebrews 12:2

“Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.” (KJV)

When tempests howled and self-accusing night

Enshrouded every hope the pilgrim knew,

They turned from fractured mirrors of their plight

And fixed their eyes upon the One most true.

They saw the Saviour tread a path of thorns,

Enduring scorn with meek, unyielding grace;

For joy set high beyond the cross He bore,

He drank the cup and took the sinner’s place.

The ancient foe still whispered, “Gaze within,”

Yet faith rejected every inward snare,

And lifted high where crimson mercy streamed,

Where guilt dissolved in pure, redeeming air.

No merit earned, no feeling’s fleeting tide

Could anchor what the restless soul required;

For Christ the Author wrote salvation’s stride,

And Christ the Finisher its peace inspired.

They watched Him rise in resurrection light,

Victorious over grave and shadowed claim;

Their anxious fears dissolved before that sight,

As heaven’s Advocate now spoke their name.

When sorrow’s forge pressed heavy on the heart,

The pilgrim glimpsed the crown the Victor wore;

Revived by glory brighter than their smart,

They rose renewed to run the race once more.

No longer chained by self’s relentless voice,

They walked in freedom purchased by the Lamb;

Each dawn awakened with a heavenward choice,

Each night found rest beneath the Shepherd’s hand.

The cloud of witnesses looked on with song,

Encircling saints who ran the path before;

Yet every gaze, like this one’s, turned along

To Jesus—Alpha, Omega, evermore.

When earthly race and fleeting breath shall cease,

This soul shall stand where endless glory brims,

To see Him face to face in perfect peace,

And join the endless hymn that worships Him.

Passionate Pursuit of Our Savior’s Righteousness: A Holy Call to Vigilant Devotion by Debbie Harris

27 Saturday Jun 2026

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Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

These lines were born from a heart keenly aware of its own frailty. In a world where temptation whispers at every turn, I have felt the Spirit’s gentle yet urgent call to look first within my own soul. How often do the lost pour their whole strength into fleeting sin, while we who know Christ sometimes drift with lesser zeal!

This poem is my prayer and my plea: that we would pursue the righteousness of our Savior with a passion that far exceeds the devotion of any sinner to their chains. May we examine ourselves daily, not in self-condemnation, but in humble dependence upon Jesus—clothed in His perfect righteousness, empowered by His Spirit, and drawn ever closer by His matchless love.

May these words stir your heart to run the race with fresh fire, fixing your eyes on Christ, who is both our example and our strength. To Him alone be all the glory.

In fervent hope and brotherly love,

The Poet

On Self-Examination and Vigilance

“Examine yourselves, whether ye be in the faith; prove your own selves. Know ye not your own selves, how that Jesus Christ is in you, except ye be reprobates?”

— 2 Corinthians 13:5

“Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.”

— Psalm 139:23-24

On Temptation and Sin

“There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.”

— 1 Corinthians 10:13

On the Righteousness of Christ

“For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.”

— 2 Corinthians 5:21

“And be found in him, not having mine own righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith.”

— Philippians 3:9

On Passionate Pursuit and Zeal

“Not as though I had already attained, either were already perfect: but I follow after, if that I may apprehend that for which also I am apprehended of Christ Jesus. Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.”

— Philippians 3:12-14

“Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord.”

— Romans 12:11

On Wholehearted Devotion

“And he said to them all, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me.”

— Luke 9:23

In Christ our Savior, source of perfect light,

We fix our gaze with hearts aflame and true;

Though sin surrounds like shadows of the night,

His righteousness becomes our bold pursuit.

With passion burning brighter than the lost

Who chase their fleeting pleasures to the grave,

We press toward the mark, no matter cost,

His holy ways our treasure, all we crave.

We search our souls beneath His piercing eye,

Confessing every stain that mars the soul;

Yet clothed in Him, we rise and testify—

His blood has made the broken sinner whole.

O Jesus, draw us nearer to Your throne,

Ignite our zeal to follow after Thee;

More fiercely than the world pursues its own,

We run the race, Your righteousness to see.

In fervent love we mirror Your pure grace,

Devoted wholly to Your will divine;

No lesser fire shall ever take Your place—

Our Savior’s righteousness forever mine.

Lord, fan the flame within this yielded breast,

That we may live as beacons in the strife,

Passionately following Your righteousness,

Bound to Your heart for all eternal life.

No Nation Can Be So Free It Allows Treason to Flourish Unchecked by Debbie Harris

27 Saturday Jun 2026

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From the Poet

Dear Reader,

I wrote this poem because the oldest tension in human society remains unsettled: how free can a country truly be before its freedom destroys the very foundation that makes freedom possible?

We rightly cherish open debate, dissent, and individual rights. Yet there is a line where speech and action cross into betrayal—where loyalty to the nation is deliberately undermined, where secrets are sold, institutions subverted, or violence incited under the banner of “liberty.” History shows again and again that nations which refuse to draw and defend that line do not remain free for long. They become hollow shells, easy prey for those who exploit their openness.

This is not a call for tyranny or censorship. It is a call for clarity. True liberty is not the absence of all restraint; it is ordered liberty—protected by laws, guarded by vigilance, and sustained by a shared commitment to the common good. Mercy has its place, but not when it amounts to national suicide.

In an age of deep divisions and sophisticated threats, we must remember a simple truth: a country that cannot distinguish between a critic and a traitor, between a dissenter and a saboteur, will eventually lose the ability to be free at all.

With respect and urgency,

The Poet

A nation cannot stretch its freedom wide

enough to shelter treason at its core.

When traitors plot beneath the open sky

and face no reckoning, the whole house falls.

Liberty is not a door without a lock—

it is a garden kept by honest hands.

Let venom grow unchecked among the roots

and every bloom will wither where it stands.

Order is the quiet wall that holds

the wild wind back so voices may be heard.

Without it, every shout becomes a storm

that tears the roof from those who built the word.

Rome learned this when she struck the traitor down;

Athens knew it before her glory dimmed.

No ancient law, no modern parchment grants

the right to burn the charter that gives life.

Dissent that argues strengthens what is true;

deceit that sells the nation for a price

is not protected speech—it is the blade

that cuts the throat of every citizen’s rights.

Security and liberty are twins;

they stand or fall together, side by side.

Kill one to prove how “free” the land can be

and both will share the selfsame grave in time.

A country “free” enough to spare the knife

that aims at its own heart has lost its way.

It trades tomorrow’s safety for today’s

illusion that no enemy is near.

True freedom stands protected, strong and clear:

it does not beg the wolf to guard the deer.

It draws the necessary, honest line—

between the right to speak and right to destroy.

Let mercy temper justice, never break it.

Let open eyes watch every shadowed path.

A nation that forgets this ancient truth

will wake one morning free no more at last.

The Blasphemous Creed of Communism: A Traitor’s Godless Rebellion Against Heaven and Homeland by Debbie Harris

27 Saturday Jun 2026

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A Note from the Poet to the Dear Reader

Dear Reader,

I write these lines not in anger alone, but in solemn warning and righteous sorrow. In an age when many are seduced by the honeyed promises of equality and progress, I lift my voice to declare that hardcore Communism is no mere political philosophy—it is a blasphemous, godless, and anti-biblical cause. Those who give it their full allegiance betray both their Creator and their country. They exchange the eternal truths of Scripture for the fleeting lies of Marx and Lenin, trading the light of faith and liberty for the iron chains of the state.

This poem is my testimony against that red treason. May it stir the hearts of the faithful, awaken the slumbering patriot, and stand as a witness that no man can serve both God and the hammer-and-sickle idol. Read it with an open soul, and judge for yourself whether the crimson flag leads to heaven or to hell.

With earnest conviction and unyielding love for truth,

The Poet

In shadowed halls where ancient freedoms stood,

A serpent coils in Communism’s guise,

Who whispers sweet of brotherhood and good,

Yet chains the soul and blinds the nation’s eyes.

Those who believe in this blasphemous cause—

This godless, anti-biblical deceit—

Betray both heaven and their native laws,

And trade their birthright for a traitor’s seat.

O hardcore Communism, foul and cold,

Thou art no patriot, but treason’s host,

A godless creed that mocks the Lord of old,

And spits upon the Scriptures’ sacred boast.

Those who embrace this anti-biblical lie

Renounce the Cross for hammer, sickle, star;

They scorn the altar, flag, and father’s cry,

To kneel before a foreign, faithless czar.

Thou speakest “equality” with serpent’s tongue,

Yet raise the guillotine on honest toil;

Communism steals from strong and young,

And turns the fruitful field to barren soil.

This traitorous cause, blasphemous and vile,

Denies the soul that God Himself hath made;

It levels man beneath the state’s cruel smile,

Where Holy Writ is burned and faith betrayed.

Betrayer clad in hammer, sickle, star,

Those who believe this godless doctrine’s breath

Have sold their country, soul, and guiding star,

To serve a creed that worships only death.

No king, no creed, no border shall endure—

Thus spake thy Marx, thy Lenin, thy foul lore—

While nations rise by faith and virtue pure,

Communism drowns the world in seas of gore.

Go hence, false sons, who bear this traitor’s brand;

The free man’s gaze and Heaven’s wrath shall claim

All who pursue this anti-biblical stand,

This blasphemous, godless, traitorous flame.

When history’s ledger closes on thy name,

’Twill read: “They sold their country and their Lord”—

For Communism’s dream, wrapped deep in shame,

Leaves only chains where liberty once soared.

“I Will Bless Those Who Bless Thee”: A Poetic Defense of Israel Against the Demonic Lie of Replacement Theology by Debbie Harris

26 Friday Jun 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In these last days, when many voices within the visible church seek to allegorize away the plain words of Scripture, this poem stands as a humble yet unwavering declaration of biblical truth. The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob has not changed (Malachi 3:6). His covenants with the nation of Israel are everlasting, unconditional in their foundation, and rooted in His sovereign election of Abraham: “I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed” (Genesis 12:3).

Replacement theology — also known as supersessionism — is a demonic deception that has plagued segments of the Church for centuries. It falsely asserts that the Church has permanently replaced Israel as the recipient of God’s covenants, promises, and land. This teaching robs Israel of her distinct national identity and future, transfers her Abrahamic, Davidic, and New Covenant blessings to the Gentiles, and ultimately denies the literal fulfillment of hundreds of Old Testament prophecies concerning Israel’s restoration, regathering, and spiritual regeneration (see Ezekiel 36–37, Jeremiah 31, Amos 9:14–15, and Zechariah 12–14).

Yet the Apostle Paul, by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, directly refutes this error in Romans 11. He declares that God has not cast away His people whom He foreknew (v. 1–2). Israel’s partial hardening is temporary — “until the fullness of the Gentiles has come in” (v. 25). The natural branches, though broken off for a season through unbelief, remain beloved for the sake of the fathers. God’s gifts and calling are irrevocable (v. 29). We Gentile believers are wild olive branches grafted in by grace alone to share in the nourishing root of the patriarchs — not to replace the tree, but to partake alongside it. Paul warns us sternly: “Do not boast against the branches… remember it is not you who support the root, but the root supports you” (v. 18).

To love and bless Israel today is therefore an act of obedience to the unchanging God of the Bible. It is to align our hearts with His heart for the Jewish people, the land He calls His own (2 Chronicles 7:20), and the future day when “all Israel will be saved” (Romans 11:26) as the Deliverer comes out of Zion. It is to reject every proud theology that exalts the Church above the covenants God swore by His own name.

May these verses stir your heart to pray for the peace of Jerusalem (Psalm 122:6), to stand with the Jewish people against every form of antisemitism and theological erasure, and to walk humbly as a grateful graft — rejoicing that one day Jew and Gentile together will worship the King of kings in the fullness of His redemptive plan.

With prayerful conviction and love for the God of Israel,

The Poet

Scriptural Foundation

• Genesis 12:3 — “And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed.”

• Genesis 17:7-8 — God establishes an “everlasting covenant” with Abraham and his seed after him, giving them the land of Canaan “for an everlasting possession.”

• Malachi 3:6 — “For I am the LORD, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.”

• Romans 11:1-2 — “I say then, Hath God cast away his people? God forbid. For I also am an Israelite… God hath not cast away his people which he foreknew.”

• Romans 11:11, 17-18, 24 — Israel’s fall brought salvation to the Gentiles, yet wild olive branches are grafted in to share the root; we are warned not to boast against the natural branches.

• Romans 11:25-29 — “Blindness in part is happened to Israel, until the fulness of the Gentiles be come in. And so all Israel shall be saved… As touching the election, they are beloved for the fathers’ sakes. For the gifts and calling of God are without repentance.”

• Psalm 122:6 — “Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee.”

• Ezekiel 36:24-28 & 37:21-22 — God promises to regather Israel from the nations, cleanse them, give them a new heart, and make them one nation in the land.

• Jeremiah 31:35-37 — The ordinances of the sun, moon, and stars must fail before God casts off the seed of Israel forever.

• Zechariah 12:10 & 14:4 — Israel will look upon Him whom they pierced and mourn; the Lord will return to the Mount of Olives.

Those who bless Israel, the Lord’s own vine,

Shall find His hand outstretched in favor sure;

For thus He spoke to Abram’s chosen line:

“I will bless them that bless thee, evermore.”

No Gentile church usurps her sacred place,

Nor claims the title God to Jacob gave;

Replacement theology—that foul disgrace,

The demonic lie that Israel God forsook.

It teaches Christ’s own people are cast out,

Their covenants transferred to Gentile hands;

It steals the land, the promises, the shout

Of prophets who foretold her future stands.

This dark deception twists the sacred page,

Declaring God has changed His holy mind;

Yet Romans eleven thunders through the age:

“God has not cast away His people—blind

They are for now, but not forever lost.”

Wild olives, grafted by amazing grace,

Draw life from roots the patriarchs once knew;

They share the sap within the noble place,

But never boast against the branches true.

The natural boughs, though broken for a time,

Remain beloved for the fathers’ sake;

His gifts and calling stand through every clime—

He will restore the nation He did make.

All who uphold her walls with prayer and deed,

Who love her people, land, and holy name,

Walk in the blessing Scripture has decreed—

Abundance, peace, and heaven’s shielding flame.

O universal truth from ages past:

The God of Israel never shifts or lies;

Replacement’s poison cannot make Him cast

His sworn eternal word before our eyes.

Grafted believers, humble in your role,

Do not exalt above the root that feeds;

For Israel’s future glory shall console

The nations when the King of kings intercedes.

Thus every soul that stands with Jacob’s seed

And honors what the Lord has sworn to keep,

Receives the covenantal joy indeed—

Life from the dead, when all the world shall weep.

To love His Israel is to love His throne,

To bless her is to dwell beneath His smile;

The Bible’s promise stands for God alone—

Unchanged, eternal, through each testing mile.

The Narrow Holy Way: A Thunderous Call to Repentance, Truth, and the Blood-Bought Remnant by Debbie Harris

26 Friday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the Poet:

If these lines feel sharp, it is only because the Word of God is sharper than any two-edged sword. I did not write to offend the world, but to awaken the Church. In an age that remakes Jesus into a harmless friend who approves of everything, I wanted to lift up the real Christ—the One who flips tables, calls for repentance, and offers blood-bought grace to empty hands.

This poem is both warning and invitation. A warning against every doctrine of demons that twists the Gospel into self-help, prosperity, or moral license. And a joyful celebration for the faithful few who are willing to walk the narrow, holy way—scarred feet, lifted faces, and eyes fixed on Jesus.

If you are weary of shallow faith and hungry for the real thing, then these words are for you. Count the cost, take up your cross, and walk on. The road is hard, but the fellowship is sweet, and the reward is eternal.

May the Holy Spirit use this poem to stir your heart, strengthen your steps, and fix your gaze on the only Savior who is worthy.

Soli Deo Gloria,

The Poet

In shadowed halls where crowds seek easy grace,

A feeble faith now fashions gods of clay—

A Jesus mild, who winks at every base

And calls the darkness light, the night the day.

He flips no tables in the temple court,

Nor thunders truth where lies have built their throne;

His “love” is license, tolerance a sport,

That crowns the flesh while crucifying stone.

Yet narrow is the gate, the way is strait,

Where holy fire refines the contrite soul;

Salvation comes not sealed by works or fate,

But blood-bought grace that makes the broken whole.

Repent, and trust the Lamb who bore the curse—

No other name, no other price will do.

The cross stands lone against the devil’s purse,

And empty hands alone may enter through.

All isms born of men, all liberal lies,

Are doctrines breathed from hell’s corrupted spring;

They twist the Gospel till the pure truth dies,

And call the serpent’s hiss a righteous thing.

Prosperity’s false prophets, sleek and bold,

Proclaim a heaven here on golden streets—

The Lord declares them anathema, cold,

And bars them from the flock His blood redeems.

O Church, arise! Let ancient thunder roll,

Cling to the Word that cannot bend or break.

The world will scorn the Christ who saves the soul,

But heaven crowns the faithful for His sake.

Yet joy awaits the remnant bold and true,

Who tread the narrow path with lifted face;

Their feet are scarred, yet hearts are born anew,

And glory’s dawn outshines the world’s disgrace.

They walk with Jesus through the sword and flame,

In sweet communion none can take away;

The King Himself will call them by their name,

And crown them with eternal, deathless day!

Rejoice, ye holy few, who count all loss,

For Him who loved and bought you with His blood—

Your narrow way leads upward to the Cross,

Where heaven’s welcome drowns the tempter’s flood!

Blessed are the few who choose this pilgrim road,

Though lonely, steep, and veiled in morning mist;

For every step draws nearer to their God,

And angels sing above the narrow twist.

Stand fast, dear saints—the narrow road is blessed.

The King is coming soon to claim His own.

We Sound the Trumpet on the Prophetic Stage: A Watchman’s Urgent Call to Repent, Believe, and Exalt the Lamb by Debbie Harris

23 Tuesday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the walls of the watchman I write these lines. In an hour when prophecies bloom like ripened figs and the shadows lengthen across the nations, I lift my voice not for fame, nor for fear, but that Jesus Christ—the Lamb once slain and the Lion of Judah—might be magnified above all. Israel stands betrayed by the very powers that once pledged her peace. Good is openly called evil, and evil parades as virtue. Perilous times have come, the Bridegroom is at the door, and the time is short.

This poem is my trumpet blast upon the prophetic stage. It is a solemn call to awake from slumber, to repent and believe on the Lord Jesus while mercy’s gate remains open, lest any be left behind when the saints are gathered and wrath is poured out. Every stanza has been forged in prayer and Scripture, that the alarm might stir hearts not to dread, but to hope in the coming King.

Read it slowly. Read it aloud. Then lift your own voice with the watchmen of old. The night is far spent; the Day is at hand.

Sound the trumpet. Repent. Believe. Exalt the Lamb.

In the service of the soon-returning Christ,

The Poet-Watchman

Watchmen on the Walls

• Isaiah 62:6 — On your walls, O Jerusalem, I have set watchmen; all the day and all the night they shall never be silent. You who put the Lord in remembrance, take no rest…
(The classic call for prophetic voices who do not keep silent.)

• Ezekiel 3:17 — Son of man, I have made you a watchman for the house of Israel. Whenever you hear a word from my mouth, you shall give them warning from me.

• Ezekiel 33:6 — But if the watchman sees the sword coming and does not blow the trumpet, so that the people are not warned, and the sword comes and takes any one of them, that person is taken away in his iniquity, but his blood I will require at the watchman’s hand.

Ripened Figs & the Fig Tree Sign (Israel & the Season)

• Matthew 24:32-34 (and parallels in Mark 13, Luke 21) — “From the fig tree learn its lesson: as soon as its branch becomes tender and puts out its leaves, you know that summer is near. So also, when you see all these things, you know that he is near, at the very gates. Truly, I say to you, this generation will not pass away until all these things take place.
(The fig tree is widely understood in this context as a symbol tied to Israel’s national revival.)

• Hosea 9:10 — Like grapes in the wilderness, I found Israel. Like the first fruit on the fig tree in its first season, I saw your fathers…” (Israel pictured as early figs.)

Good Called Evil / Moral Inversion

• Isaiah 5:20 — Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!

• Romans 1:32 (in context of increasing ungodliness) — Though they know God’s righteous decree that those who practice such things deserve to die, they not only do them but give approval to those who practice them.

Perilous Times in the Last Days

• 2 Timothy 3:1-5 — But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having the appearance of godliness but denying its power.

• 2 Timothy 3:12-13 — “Indeed, all who desire to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted, while evil people and impostors will go on from bad to worse, deceiving and being deceived.”

The Bridegroom at the Door / Time is Short

• Matthew 25:6, 10 (Parable of the Ten Virgins) — “But at midnight there was a cry: ‘Here is the bridegroom! Come out to meet him.’ … And while they were going to buy, the bridegroom came, and those who were ready went in with him to the marriage feast, and the door was shut.”

• Revelation 22:12 — Behold, I am coming soon, bringing my recompense with me, to repay each one for what he has done.

• Matthew 24:33 — So also, when you see all these things, you know that he is near, at the very gates.”

• Romans 13:11-12 — Besides this you know the time, that the hour has come for you to wake from sleep. For salvation is nearer to us now than when we first believed. The night is far gone; the day is at hand.

Saints Gathered / Wrath & Repentance

• Matthew 24:31 — And he will send out his angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.

• 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 — For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air…

• Revelation 6–19 (the seals, trumpets, bowls) depicts wrath poured out after the Lamb opens the scroll.

• Acts 17:30-31 — The times of ignorance God overlooked, but now he commands all people everywhere to repent, because he has fixed a day on which he will judge the world in righteousness by a man whom he has appointed…

• 2 Peter 3:9 — The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.

The Lamb Once Slain & Lion of Judah

• Revelation 5:5-6 — And one of the elders said to me, ‘Weep no more; behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has conquered, so that he can open the scroll and its seven seals.’ And between the throne and the four living creatures and among the elders I saw a Lamb standing, as though it had been slain…

• John 1:29 — Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!

Upon the rampart where the faithful stand,

The night grows heavy with impending doom;

Lift high the shofar with unflinching hand,

And sound the blast that rends the gathering gloom.

Not ours the glory, nor the fleeting fame—

We sound the prophetic alarm for Jesus’ Name.

The ancient scrolls unfold before our eyes,

Each prophecy now ripening in haste;

The hour is late, the fig tree’s tender signs

Declare the summer near, the time of grace

Grows short. Betrayed is Israel, once restored,

By nations false who break their solemn word.

The Lamb once slain, whose blood the winepress stained,

Who bore the cup of wrath no tongue can tell,

Now claims the throne where seraphim have reigned,

And every knee in heaven, earth, and hell

Shall bow. O saints, exalt Him without cease—

Magnify the Lord, and let all discord cease.

Awake, ye slumberers wrapped in mortal night,

The Bridegroom hastens through the eastern skies;

Trim every lamp with oil of heavenly light,

Cast off the chains where gilded idols lie.

Repent, believe—the time is short, make haste,

Lest you be left behind when wrath is faced.

In perilous times these latter days descend,

When good is evil called, and evil good;

When men, lovers of self, their lusts defend,

And truth is trampled where the mockers stood.

Yet Israel stands surrounded, sore betrayed—

Fulfillment shouts: the King is on His way!

Let Israel’s towers with ancient trumpet ring,

“Behold the Lion! Behold the Lamb once pierced!”

Let dry bones stir, let deadened sinners spring

To life anew where grace has interposed.

No other standard shall our banner bear;

We sound the alarm that Christ alone be there.

Through tempests fierce of this our closing age,

Where Israel bleeds betrayed by nations’ guile,

And good is evil called, while evil’s rage

Is hailed as virtue in the devil’s style;

Time is short—repent, believe, O soul, awake!

Lest you be left behind when saints are taken!

We sound the trumpet on the prophetic stage—

That Jesus, only Jesus, be exalted evermore!

Amen and Amen.

Where Sap No Longer Flows Unhindered: The Tragedy of Firstfruits Turned to Withered Leaves Upon the Branch

18 Thursday Jun 2026

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A Note from the Poet to the Reader

Dear Reader,

These lines emerge not from the cold seat of judgment, but from the shadowed vigil of one who has beheld the slow eclipse of many once-radiant souls—those who tasted the firstfruits of grace only to watch the subtle ivy of self entwine the altar. The warning is universal, whispered as much to my own trembling heart as to any who walk these digital ziggurats: we who have known the sweetness of early repentance and the bracing fire of initial surrender.

Humility alone? Nay. Jesus Christ and His holy ways alone constitute the unshakable ground, the very Root from which every fruit of the Spirit must spring. Humility is no autonomous root but a fragrant cluster upon the Vine—love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance—borne only where the sap of abiding union flows unhindered. Sever that Vine, exalt the branch as self-sufficient, and the fairest fruit withers overnight. Let this ode then serve not as moral hammer, but as a lantern held before the soul’s hidden chambers, that we might cling more fiercely to the only Name that both lifts and keeps, both exalts and humbles, lest the tower we build become our tomb.

With watchful care and trembling intercession,

The Poet

I

Aye, therein lies the sharper blade of woe—

When he who once walked blameless in the light,

Whose early vows like morning incense rose,

Now swells with self, and dims the inner sight.

II

Not brute barbarians, nor the vulgar throng,

But souls once tempered in the furnace pure,

Who knelt in secret, sang the ancient song,

Then rose to thrones and deemed their strength secure.

III

How swift the turn! The heart that burned for truth

Now kindles altars to its own acclaim;

The tongue that preached of mercy, grace, and ruth

Now thunders edicts in its haughty name.

IV

Nebuchadnezzar was no stranger here—

He praised the God of Shadrach, Meshach, free,

Yet in his pomp forgot that holy fear,

And grazed with oxen under heaven’s decree.

V

So too the modern saint turned silicon king,

Who once decried the world’s vain pageantry,

Now builds his Babel, pulls the puppet string,

And calls his metrics “providence” to be.

VI

O tragedy of tragedies profound!

Not that the wicked fall—they always do—

But that the upright, on redemption’s ground,

Should trade their crown for madness in plain view.

VII

The grass awaits them still. The handwriting gleams

On every feed, each quarterly report.

Let him who stands take heed, lest in his dreams

He hears the watcher’s voice: “Thy time is short.”

VIII

No furnace spares the three when pride inflates;

No lion’s den stays shut for long. The fall

Is steeper when the soul was once elate

With light, now darkened by its mirrored wall.

IX

Yet mercy lingers at the narrow door—

As David wept, as Peter turned again.

The dew may wet the brow, the beasts may roar,

But restoration waits for humbled men.

X

Repent, ye towers of code and golden name,

Ere madness claims the crown upon thy head.

The Most High rules; He raises low, brings low the same—

And in due season brings the haughty dead.

So ends the ode, yet not the warning’s call:

Humility alone outlasts the wall.

Surrendered Clay and Redeemed Canvas: Becoming Masterpieces for the Savior’s Glory Alone by Debbie Harris

18 Thursday Jun 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In the quiet hours when the soul turns from the clamor of self toward the eternal Artist, this poem was born. We are but dust and clay—fragile, flawed, and fleeting—yet in the hands of our Savior, even the broken becomes beautiful. Not for our own praise, nor for the admiration of men, but for His glory alone do we long to be shaped, refined, and displayed.

May these verses serve as a gentle reminder: surrender is not loss, but the beginning of true mastery. Let every line draw your heart to the cross, where the greatest work of redemption was completed, and where our own stories find their purpose.

May we all become masterpieces—not by our striving, but by His grace—for the Savior’s glory alone.

With prayer and hope,

The Poet

• Ephesians 2:10
For we are God’s handiwork [poiēma – His poem, His masterpiece], created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.

• Isaiah 64:8
Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.

• Jeremiah 18:6
Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand…” declares the Lord.

• Isaiah 43:7
everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made.

• 2 Corinthians 5:17
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!

• 2 Corinthians 3:18
And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.

• 1 Peter 1:7
These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.

In clay of dust, the Master’s hand did mold,

A vessel frail, yet formed with purpose bright;

Through fire and trial, refined as purest gold,

To shine not for the world, but for His light.

We wander lost in self’s dim, shadowed frame,

Chipped marble cracked by pride and vain desire;

Yet He, the Sculptor, calls us by our name,

To yield the chisel—trust His holy fire.

O let us break, surrender every part,

The brushstrokes of His grace upon our soul;

No fleeting fame, no glory of the heart,

But canvas pure for Him who makes us whole.

The Savior’s blood, the varnish of our days,

Transforms the broken into works of art;

Each line and hue a testament of praise,

Reflecting not ourselves, but Heaven’s heart.

May every soul a masterpiece become,

Not for our crowns, nor for the crowd’s acclaim,

But for the Lamb upon the endless throne—

His glory sole, eternal, without name.

So rise, ye fragments, in the Artist’s gaze,

And let the world behold what Love has done:

A gallery of grace, ablaze with rays

That point to Christ, the Father’s only Son.

Amen.

Gem-Encrusted Stepping Stones to the Throne of the Eternal King by Debbie Harris

16 Tuesday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the poet’s heart:

This prayer was birthed in quiet reverence and laid as a living offering at the feet of the King of kings. May these words, adorned with royal imagery drawn from the very courts of heaven, serve as gentle, gem-filled stepping stones for your soul — drawing you ever closer to His throne, awakening fresh awe, deeper surrender, and a burning desire to walk in His holy ways.

May we arise as royal heralds arrayed in His splendor, faithful ambassadors of the cross, and bold proclaimers of our Savior’s glorious gift of salvation — freely offered, lavishly poured out, purchased by His precious blood — so that every wandering heart, captive soul, and weary pilgrim might be pointed with joy and urgency toward His resplendent eternal palace and unveiled face.

Scriptural Foundations (NKJV)

Royal Throne & Majesty of the King

• Revelation 4:2-3, 8-11 — Immediately I was in the Spirit; and behold, a throne set in heaven, and One sat on the throne. And He who sat there was like a jasper and a sardius stone in appearance; and there was a rainbow around the throne, in appearance like an emerald. … The four living creatures… do not rest day or night, saying: ‘Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty…’ The twenty-four elders fall down before Him who sits on the throne and worship Him who lives forever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne, saying: ‘You are worthy, O Lord, To receive glory and honor and power; For You created all things, And by Your will they exist and were created.

• Hebrews 1:8 — But to the Son He says: ‘Your throne, O God, is forever and ever; A scepter of righteousness is the scepter of Your kingdom.

• Psalm 89:14 — Righteousness and justice are the foundation of Your throne; Mercy and truth go before Your face.

Commandments & Stepping Stones / Paths of Righteousness

• Psalm 119:105 — Your word is a lamp to my feet And a light to my path.

Righteousness, Holiness, Mercy & Justice

• Micah 6:8 — He has shown you, O man, what is good; And what does the Lord require of you But to do justly, To love mercy, And to walk humbly with your God?

Heralds, Ambassadors & Proclaimers of Salvation

• 2 Corinthians 5:20 — Now then, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were pleading through us: we implore you on Christ’s behalf, be reconciled to God.

• Isaiah 52:7 — How beautiful upon the mountains Are the feet of him who brings good news, Who proclaims peace, Who brings glad tidings of good things, Who proclaims salvation, Who says to Zion, ‘Your God reigns!

Crowns, Blood of the Lamb & Eternal Kingdom

• Revelation 5:9-10 — And they sang a new song, saying: ‘You are worthy to take the scroll, And to open its seals; For You were slain, And have redeemed us to God by Your blood Out of every tribe and tongue and people and nation, And have made us kings and priests to our God; And we shall reign on the earth.

O Majestic Sovereign, enthroned in unapproachable light,
High above the seraphim and the ceaseless choirs of heaven,

May Your sacred commandments—
Those flawless, golden royal decrees,
Forged in the unquenchable fires of Your eternal wisdom
And sealed with the blood of the Lamb upon the throne—
Become our minute-by-minute,
Gem-encrusted stepping stones of celestial glory:

Sapphires of unyielding righteousness, deep as the sea of glass,
Emeralds of transcendent holiness, verdant as the courts of Eden restored,
Rubies of mercy aflame with the compassion of the pierced King,
Diamonds of justice pure and radiant as the first light of creation’s dawn,

All hewn from the inexhaustible treasure vaults of Your throne room,
Cut by the hand of the Ancient of Days, polished by the breath of the Spirit.

Paved in breathtaking splendor across the tapestry of our fleeting days,
Like a grand processional path of living jewels and burning stones,
Winding through valleys of shadow and mountains of trial,
Beneath the unfurled banners of Your victory,
Woven with threads of grace, embroidered with threads of sovereign love.

So we, Your humble subjects and blood-bought heirs of the Kingdom,
May cast our tarnished crowns before Your nail-scarred feet in awe,
Bow low beneath the scepter of Your boundless mercy and iron rule,
And with voices lifted like a multitude of heralding trumpets and resounding shofars,
May we be heralds, trumpets, and ambassadors
Proclaiming Christ’s free gift of salvation
To every wandering heart, every captive soul, every weary pilgrim,
Pointing them toward Your resplendent eternal palace,
The radiant courts of Your holy presence and unveiled face,
Where night is banished, and glory never fades.

There, in the blazing light of Your unveiled face,
we will walk these living paths of jeweled glory
and lift unceasing songs of praise
through every season, every age,
until the kingdoms of this world
become the kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ—
who reigns with You, O Father,
in the perfect, eternal communion
of the one Triune God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
world without end. Amen.