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From Glory to Glory: The Royally Redeemed Rise by Debbie Harrid

18 Saturday Jul 2026

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(Not from Condemnation, Shame, or the Enemy’s Belittling Voice, but in the Triumphant Light of the Lamb)

A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem was born in the quiet tension between two voices: the condemning roar of the world and the enemy, and the triumphant whisper of heaven. In a culture quick to shame, belittle, and reduce us to our worst moments, I wanted to lift high the biblical truth that the redeemed do not rise from condemnation—they rise from glory to glory (2 Corinthians 3:18).

Our identity is not forged in the fires of accusation but in the finished work of the Lamb. We are royally adopted, crowned before we ever conquered, clothed in righteousness before we ever proved ourselves worthy. The poem sings of that royal ascent: not a reluctant climb out of darkness, but an ever-brightening flight deeper into the light we already possess in Christ.

My prayer is that these words would silence the serpent’s hiss in your ears and awaken the song of the redeemed in your spirit. You are not defined by what the world calls you. You are defined by the One who calls you “Mine.”

May you rise,

From glory to glory,

Ever held, ever crowned,

Ever free.

With joy and holy confidence,

The Poet

2 Corinthians 3:18

But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.

Romans 8:1

There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.

1 Peter 2:9

But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light.

Revelation 1:5-6

And from Jesus Christ, who is the faithful witness, and the first begotten of the dead, and the prince of the kings of the earth. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood, And hath made us kings and priests unto God and his Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen.

Ephesians 2:6

And hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus.

Romans 8:15-17

For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father. The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God: And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ.

Isaiah 61:3

To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.

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.

Revelation 5:9-10

And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation; And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.

2 Corinthians 5:17

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.

From glory to glory the royally redeemed arise,

Like mountains crowned in uncreated light,

Where morning spills its molten gold across the skies

And every shadow bows and takes its flight.

Not dragged from dungeons of the serpent’s shame,

Not whipped by tongues that hiss “unworthy, stained,”—

They mount on eagle wings of holy flame,

Where thunder learns their names and tempests wane.

Behold their crowns: forged from the Lamb’s own scars,

Each jewel a wound that bled eternal grace;

Their robes, the whiteness of uncounted stars,

Woven from tears the Savior kissed from every face.

They walk on seas that once roared chains and night,

Now polished glass beneath their kingly stride;

The Accuser’s ink dissolves in heaven’s light—

A living scroll where endless glory is inscribed.

O sing, you ransomed ones, let galaxies resound!

The enemy’s pale venom cannot mar

The radiance the Father’s smile has crowned—

From glory into glory, star by star.

Arise, bright heirs, in splendor unrestrained,

Like lilies blazing through the frost’s white tomb;

The King who whispers “Mine” has you sustained—

From glory unto glory, ever bloom.

Warriors For Christ And Our Country by Debbie Harris

14 Tuesday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

I wrote this not as a polished performance, but as a quiet call in a loud time. We live in days that feel heavy—faith mocked in public squares, liberty stretched thin, and a sense that something precious is slipping away. This poem is for those who still believe both the cross and the Constitution are worth defending, not with anger or violence, but with steady courage, clear eyes, and open hands.

It’s a reminder that being a warrior for Christ and country doesn’t require perfection or dramatic gestures. It asks for daily faithfulness: strong families, honest words, prayerful hearts, and a refusal to surrender truth for comfort. The fight is real, but the victory was already won on a hill outside Jerusalem two thousand years ago. We simply get to walk in it.

If these words stir something in you—resolve, hope, conviction—then carry them. Share them. Live them. The dawn really is breaking.

With respect and shared burden,

The Poet

Rise up, you faithful warriors, called by name,

Where shadows lengthen over heart and land.

For Christ, our risen King who overcame,

And for this country built on solid ground.

Not dressed in armor, swords, or battle gear—

But armed with truth, with courage, and with grace;

A quiet strength that cuts through doubt and fear,

A steady light no darkness can erase.

We stand where altars weaken and grow cold,

Where freedom’s voice is mocked or pushed aside.

We fight for hearts that once were brave and bold,

For rights that every soul is born with, not assigned.

The cross still rises over troubled seas—

A beacon strong through every shifting storm.

It calls us forward, bends the stubborn knee,

And whispers life where death once held its form.

No earthly king or crowd will ever save us.

Our hope is fixed on Jesus, strong and true.

Yet here we love this nation that He gave us—

Its laws, its promise, and its skies of blue.

We guard the Constitution’s guiding light,

The balance written down for all to see:

That power must be held in check, kept right,

So no one rules alone in tyranny.

With families strong as bedrock, churches bright,

With schools that teach what’s real and what is good,

We build again what time has tried to blight—

A living faith in every neighborhood.

We speak with clarity on streets and screens,

We vote, we serve, we pray through sleepless nights.

We meet the lies with honest, steady beams—

Not rage, but steady fire that burns with light.

This is our charge in these uncertain days:

To live as bridges between heaven and earth,

To stand for justice, mercy, righteous ways,

And prove that freedom still has sacred worth.

No easy road, no fleeting cheers or fame—

Just daily courage, rooted deep in grace.

For Christ our Savior and this country’s name,

We rise, we hold, we run this faithful race.

Warriors now—unshaken, unafraid—

The dawn is breaking. Lift your eyes and stand.

The King who conquered death has already won.

We walk in victory, hand in living hand.

Guard Thy Tongue, O Pilgrim, for Every Word Shall Be Judged — by Debbie Harris

12 Sunday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In these troubled days when words wound more swiftly than swords, and “It’s only talk” has become the easy excuse of many, I felt compelled to sound a solemn alarm. May this poem stir every heart — especially those who name the name of Christ — to weigh our words before the Lord. Life and death truly hang in the balance of the tongue.

Let this not be mistaken: contending earnestly for the faith and calling sin sin is not the same as careless cruelty, false accusation, or slander. We are called to speak truth in love, with reverence and accountability, never with malice.

With prayer and trembling,

The Poet

Proverbs 18:21

Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.

Matthew 12:36-37

But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment. For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.

James 3:5-6

Even so the tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth! And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell.

James 3:8-10

But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison. Therewith bless we God, even the Father; and therewith curse we men, which are made after the similitude of God. Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be.

Ephesians 4:29

Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.

Proverbs 21:23

Whoso keepeth his mouth and his tongue keepeth his soul from troubles.

Proverbs 15:1

A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.

Ephesians 4:15

But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ.

Colossians 4:6

Let your speech be alway with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man.

In every word we breathe, a solemn weight is laid,

For heaven marks each syllable our mortal tongues have made.

The tongue, a spark that kindles flame or bids the storm to cease,

Holds life and death within its sway, as Scripture doth release.

O pause, frail heart, before the rush of hasty speech takes flight!

Let wisdom’s bridle check the lip ere anger claims the night.

For idle words and cruel darts shall echo through the years,

When every careless murmur meets the Judge who knows our fears.

Yet in this shadowed age we dwell, where brethren turn to foes,

False tongues accuse the righteous ones with slander’s venomous blows.

“‘Tis only talk,” they lightly say, and shrug with careless grin,

While hearts are slain and names are slain by words that rot within.

They treat the warning with a jest, dismiss the solemn call,

As though the tongue could wound unchecked and Heaven’s gaze appall.

Among the called who bear His name, the poison spreads unchecked,

Where envy masks as zeal, and love lies cold and derelict.

Lord, have mercy on us all who stumble in this fray!

Bring every Christian to their knees, in dust and tears to pray.

Forgive the wounds our words have wrought, the breaches we have torn,

And turn our hearts from bitterness to grace anew reborn.

The more we walk as Christ hath walked, in meekness, truth, and light,

The fiercer grow the arrows shot from shadows in the night.

For darkness hates the shining soul that mirrors Heaven’s Son,

And tests the pure with cruel barbs till victory is won.

Then guard thy tongue, O pilgrim soul, with holy fear and fire,

Let every word be forged in prayer, a weapon of desire.

No poison pass these lips again, no arrow winged in wrath—

But life eternal flow instead, upon the narrow path.

Stand fast, O saint, though slander rage and hatred’s tempest roar,

The King who sees thy silent tears shall vindicate thee more.

For every idle word we speak, though whispered, shouted, hurled,

Shall meet us on that Judgment Day—we give account to God Himself.

Let every word that leaves our lips before the Judge be weighed,

All men shall give account thereof on that great Day of wrath—

Though arrows fly and darkness rails against the Christ-like soul,

Yet guard thy tongue, O pilgrim, till the final trumpet roll.

For every word that we have breathed, both cruel and kind alike,

We all shall answer on that Day before the throne of light.

No idle breath escapes His gaze, though light or fiercely thrown—

We all shall give account thereof before the Judgment Throne.

Lord, have mercy. Purify us now. Amen.

Be Our Shield and Hiding Place by Debbie Harris

09 Thursday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

These words were born in the quiet ache of watching cruelty rise like a flood in our day—tears falling, reputations shattered, hearts hardened. Yet in the midst of it, I remembered the tender heart of God, who stores every tear in His bottle and calls us to be His hands of kindness in a world grown cold. May this poem be both a lament and a lifting up. Hide yourself in Him, the Shield and Hiding Place.

With prayer and hope,

The Poet

These verses affirm that God sees every hurt, hates all forms of cruelty, calls us to tenderness, and stands as our Shield and Hiding Place. Hide His Word in your heart, dear reader.

God Stores Every Tear

Psalm 56:8

Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?

God Hates Cruelty, Evil Words & Deeds

Proverbs 6:16-19

These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief, A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren.

Psalm 11:5

The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Ephesians 4:29, 31-32

Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying… Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice: And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.

Immorality Is Cruelty to Self

1 Corinthians 6:18

Flee fornication. Every sin that a man doeth is without the body; but he that committeth fornication sinneth against his own body.

1 Corinthians 6:19-20

What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own? For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body…

Swearing & Misuse of God’s Name

Exodus 20:7

Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain; for the LORD will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.

Hate Is Murder

1 John 3:15

Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer: and ye know that no murderer hath eternal life abiding in him.

Matthew 5:21-22

Ye have heard that it was said by them of old time, Thou shalt not kill… But I say unto you, That whosoever is angry with his brother without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment…

God as Shield and Hiding Place

Psalm 18:2

The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

Psalm 32:7

Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance.

Psalm 91:4

He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

Psalm 27:5

For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.

Protection in Days Like Noah & Sodom

Matthew 24:37-39

But as the days of Noe were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage… until the flood came, and took them all away.

Luke 17:28-30

Likewise also as it was in the days of Lot… Even thus shall it be in the day when the Son of man is revealed.

2 Timothy 3:12-13

Yea, and all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution. But evil men and seducers shall wax worse and worse, deceiving, and being deceived.

Psalm 37:39-40

But the salvation of the righteous is of the LORD: he is their strength in the time of trouble. And the LORD shall help them, and deliver them…

O Lord, who gathers every tear

And stores them in Your bottle clear,

You see the wounds no eye can trace—

The shattered hearts, the silent fears.

You hate all cruelty with holy fire,

Each cutting word, each lifted spear

That tears down souls and ruins names,

That steals promotion, hope, and fame.

Be ye tender, gentle as the dove,

Kind in spirit, rooted in Your love.

For immorality wounds the self alone,

Swearing pierces Heaven’s throne.

Hate is murder in the secret place,

Yet You, O God, are full of grace.

In Sodom’s streets and Noah’s days,

When evil swells and darkness plays—

Rise up, Your people, shield each other!

Protect the weak, defend the brother.

Let tender hands and truthful tongues

Heal what the cruel have left undone.

You are our Shield in battle’s roar,

Our Hiding Place forevermore.

Beneath Your wings we find release,

Your mercy covers cruelty’s increase.

When tears overflow and sorrows swell,

You count them all and know them well.

No broken reed You cast away—

You lift the crushed at break of day.

Oh Lord, in this age of rising night,

Be our fortress, our guiding light.

Guard Your own with jealous care,

Till cruelty flees and love fills the air.

We hide in You, our Rock, our Stay,

Until the cruel storm has passed away.

Amen.

Wisdom’s Holy Fire: Seekers Who Follow by Debbie Harris

06 Monday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

If these lines have stirred even a single spark within your spirit, then my prayer as the poet has been answered.

This poem was born from a deep longing I share with you: to move beyond comfortable Christianity into the passionate, obedient life that truly honors our Lord. The Bible does not call us to be casual admirers of truth, but active followers who embody it. James 1:22 pierces like a refining fire—“Be doers of the word, and not hearers only”—and Proverbs reminds us that the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.

So I wrote this as both invitation and intercession: that we would become wisdom seekers who hunger for God’s Word, and wisdom followers who live it out with surrendered hands and feet. Not for our own glory, but so that Christ is magnified in every ordinary moment— in our homes, workplaces, relationships, and secret places of prayer.

May you read these words not as mere poetry, but as a gentle challenge and encouragement. Let them push you to open your Bible afresh, kneel in honest prayer, and step out in obedient faith today. The same Holy Spirit who inspired the Scriptures is ready to empower you to live them.

You are not alone on this journey. We are fellow pilgrims, running together toward the Prize. Keep seeking. Keep following. Jesus is worthy of nothing less than our whole hearts.

With prayers and sisterly affection,

The Poet

(One who is still learning to be a doer alongside you)

James 1:22 But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.

James 1:23 For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass:

James 1:24 For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.

James 1:25 But whoso looketh into the perfect law of liberty, and continueth therein, he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the work, this man shall be blessed in his deed.

Wisdom Seeking & the Fear of the Lord

Proverbs 9:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.

Proverbs 2:6 For the LORD giveth wisdom: out of his mouth cometh knowledge and understanding.

James 1:5 If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.

Proverbs 4:7 Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.

Following Christ with Passion & Obedience

Luke 6:46 And why call ye me, Lord, Lord, and do not the things which I say?

John 14:15 If ye love me, keep my commandments.

Romans 12:11 Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord.

Colossians 1:27 To whom God would make known what is the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles; which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.

Philippians 3:14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

Living Faith Through Action

James 2:17 Even so faith, if it hath not works, is dead, being alone.

Matthew 7:21 Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.

Titus 2:14 Who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity, and purify unto himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works.

Galatians 5:6 For in Jesus Christ neither circumcision availeth any thing, nor uncircumcision; but faith which worketh by love.

Practical Obedience & Holiness

James 1:27 Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world.

Micah 6:8 He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?

Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.

In the hush where heaven whispers and the ancient Scriptures flame,

Wisdom calls with holy urgency, igniting hearts aflame.

Not for minds that merely ponder, storing knowledge like cold stone,

But for souls who rise to follow— living out what they have known.

Wisdom seekers bow in wonder, thirsting for the fear of God,

Delving deep into the treasure where the living waters flow.

They pursue the mind of Christ with unrelenting, humble fire,

Asking, seeking, knocking boldly— drawn by pure and fierce desire.

Yet the seeker stops at hearing, lulled by sermons soft and sweet,

Deceived like one who sees his face, then turns away incomplete.

The mirror of the perfect law reveals the truth we must embrace:

Be doers of the Word, beloved— run the narrow path of grace.

Wisdom followers awaken, hands and feet now swift to obey,

Clothed in Christ’s own meek compassion, walking where He leads the way.

They visit widows in distress, defend the orphan’s pleading cry,

Keep unstained from worldly mire, and bridle tongues that would defy.

They forgive as they’ve been pardoned, love the least as image-bearers,

Serve in secret, shine in public— living altars, holy prayers.

In the marketplace and mission, in the quiet midnight hour,

Faith ignites to holy action, manifesting heaven’s power.

O Lord, refine us as pure gold— seekers fervent, followers true,

Passionate disciples burning with a zeal born fresh in You.

Not in fleeting words or feelings, not in form without the fire,

But in deeds that echo Eden, lifting souls from sin’s dark pyre.

Make us vessels overflowing, poems etched by nail-scarred hands,

Wisdom seekers and true followers across these troubled lands.

From the cradle to the crossing, till we see Your face unveiled,

Let our lives declare Your glory— doers steadfast, never failed.

Therefore wisdom seeks the surrendered, those who hear and then arise,

Following the Lamb with courage, pressing on toward the Prize.

Christ in us, the hope of glory— fervent, faithful, bold, and free—

Passionate followers forever, for eternity’s decree.

In the Ruins of Entertainment Christianity, the Remnant Rises for the Real Fire of God by Debbie Harris

04 Saturday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note: Dear Reader,

This poem was not written for applause or entertainment. It was born in the quiet ache of a heart tired of bright lights and shallow altars. I have watched too many beautiful services end with empty hearts, and too many gifted voices leave the altar unchanged. The Holy Spirit is stirring something deeper in this hour — a holy dissatisfaction with entertainment Christianity and a burning hunger for the real thing: biblical Christianity, marked by the weight of God’s presence, costly obedience, and fire that does not fade when the music stops. If these words stir you, do not merely admire them. Let them search you. The remnant is not a club for the “super spiritual.” It is a company of ordinary believers who have simply decided they can no longer live on sparks when they were created for the consuming fire. The question is no longer “Will God move?”
The question is now, “Will you rise?”

With trembling hands and a burning heart,
The Poet

In silence where the fireworks die,
a remnant rises, clear of eye.
No longer swayed by flashing gold,
by crowds that cheer, then leave hearts cold.

They’ve seen the sparks that blind and fade,
the empty altars where prayers are laid.
No more the smoke, the lights, the show—
We want biblical Christianity, not popular Christianity.

Not hype that swells and quickly dies,
but hunger that will sacrifice.
Not polished stages, bright and loud,
but altars built where knees are bowed.

From fleeting visits, swift and thin,
to habitation deep within—
we trade the thrill for consecration,
the crowd’s applause for God’s own habitation.

“O God, my God,” the psalmist cried,
with thirst no earthly stream supplied.
Not Sunday touch or passing flame—
but You, Lord, dwelling in our veins.

No more consumers chasing signs,
but disciples forged in holy fire.
They wait, they weep, they tarry long,
till heaven falls where they belong.

Let music cease and curtains close—
the remnant lingers, no one goes.
One Name alone will they recall:
Jesus—before, behind, through all.

This is the hour, the line is drawn.
The fire of God or fading dawn.
We want the Book, not hollow brand,
the narrow road, the blood-stained hand.

Church, arise from comfort’s grave!
The holy fire is here to claim. The remnant rises.

Choose this day whom you will serve.

Antisemitism: The Ancient Poison by Debbie Harris

03 Friday Jul 2026

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A Note to the Reader

Dear Reader,

Antisemitism is not ancient history—it is a deadly, unrelenting poison that continues to corrupt our age, twisting truth, reviving blood libels, and branding Jews as the eternal source of every evil. Whether disguised as “anti-Zionism,” wrapped in religious fanaticism, or shouted through modern protest chants, it is the same vile hatred: a direct assault on decency, reason, and the very foundations of Western civilization. It can never be loyal to America. It openly rejects the Constitution’s sacred promise of equal rights and deliberately destroys the Judeo-Christian bedrock that built our liberty. This is not simple prejudice—it is a treasonous betrayal of the open society that protects us all.

Scripture thunders against this evil with unbreakable clarity. Genesis 12:3 warns: “I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse.” Zechariah 2:8 declares that striking Israel is like touching the apple of God’s own eye. Psalm 122:6 commands us to pray for Jerusalem’s peace. Romans 11 affirms that God has not cast off His people and that His gifts and calling to Israel remain irrevocable. Proverbs 6:16-19 lists those who sow discord and spill innocent blood among the things the Lord detests.

We must confront this wickedness without flinching. Name antisemitism for the cancer it is. Enforce our laws with iron resolve. Deport its advocates. Refuse to import or tolerate this destructive force any longer. America is not a suicide pact. Protect the Republic with unyielding strength. Defend what is right, true, and good—before it is too late.

With clarity, courage, and unshakeable resolve,

The Poet

Antisemitism is no relic of the past,

It surges today with a venomous blast.

It twists the truth and revives old lies,

Brands every Jew as the cause of our cries.

Since Jesus was born from their sacred line,

Satan has hunted them, ruthless and blind.

The adversary rages with furious hate,

Against the people through whom came our fate—

Salvation’s root and redemption’s gate.

This is no mere bias, it’s spiritual war,

A demonic strike at the covenant’s core.

Whether masked as “anti-Zionism” today,

Or marching in streets with its ancient display,

It assaults the West and its hard-won light,

Rejects the Constitution’s promise of right.

It cannot be loyal, it will not abide

With American values or freedom’s wide tide.

It erodes the foundations, both moral and true,

That the Judeo-Christian faith built anew.

Scripture thunders with warning severe:

Genesis Twelve—those who bless them are dear,

But cursers shall face what they choose to sow near.

Zechariah declares the apple of God’s eye,

Touch Israel and Heaven’s wrath draws nigh.

Pray for Jerusalem’s peace, Psalm one-two-two,

For those who love her shall prosper too.

Romans Eleven—God’s gifts stand unmoved,

His calling on Israel has never been removed.

We must rise with courage, unblinking and bold,

Name this evil clearly, let truth be told.

Enforce every law with unyielding hand,

Deport its champions from our sovereign land.

America’s no suicide pact, we declare—

We defend our Republic with honor and care.

No more tolerance for this poisonous blade.

Stand firm for the future our children have made.

The fight is upon us. The hour is now.

Defend what is righteous. Take your vow.

Victorious Conscience: No Longer Glass Reflecting Failures — The Triumph of the Cross and Blood by Debbie Harris

02 Thursday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

This poem arises from a single, astonishing truth that echoes through the ninth and tenth chapters of Hebrews: the blood of Jesus does not merely cancel a debt in the heavenly ledger; it reaches deeper, into the hidden chamber of the human conscience, and there it cleanses what no animal sacrifice, no repeated vow, and no amount of religious effort ever could. The old covenant left worshippers forgiven yet burdened, their sins covered but their inner sense of guilt perpetually reawakened. Christ’s once-for-all offering does what religion could only imitate — it removes the sin and quiets the accuser within. In a world that still rehearses yesterday’s failures and whispers that we are not yet worthy, this poem is an invitation to let revelation do what striving never can. May these lines help you lay down the chains you were never meant to carry and walk boldly into the presence of the Father, not as a guilty servant, but as a beloved child whose conscience has been sprinkled clean. The work is finished. The blood still speaks. All things are new.

With humility and love,

From the poet.

Beneath the ceaseless smoke of lesser fires,
where goat and bull bled out their rote desire,
the heart kept count. Each knife a metronome
ticking the debt that never reached its sum.
The temple’s shadow lengthened on the stone;
forgiveness came in fractions, never whole.

Then, once, the veil no mortal hand had torn
was split by vein and thorn and holy scorn.
Not cover — excision. Blood that spoke
through marrow, memory, the mind’s own yoke.
It stormed the court where accusation reigned
and silenced every verdict it contained.

No more the dragging of the slain behind,
old selves rehearsed like iron chains of pain.
The enemy returns with borrowed breath,
but finds the tomb already void of death.
What Heaven has erased, no hell can stain,
no watermark of guilt can reinstate.

O mind, unlearn the liturgy of guilt.
Let revelation break the buried fault.
Fix on the One whose ending undid all —
the cross that swallowed every lesser fall.
Sprung clean, the conscience turns — no longer glass
reflecting failures, but a living lens
through which we draw near to the Father’s face,
with boldness, sprinkled clean, and full of rest.

Here is the peace that passes understanding:
not earned, but entered, like a room long standing
open since the sixth hour on that hill.
Walk through. The blood still sings: all things are new.

The Christian’s Robe of Righteousness – True Royalty Clothed by the King of Kings by Debbie Harris

01 Wednesday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

This poem was born from a deep wonder at the glorious exchange the Gospel offers. While earthly orders such as the noble Order of the Thistle display dignity, beauty, and honourable tradition worthy of respect, they remain but shadows compared to the heavenly reality given to every believer in Christ. I wanted to celebrate how our Father, who owns all the jewels of creation, clothes His children in robes of righteousness that are infinitely more splendid than the richest ceremonial garments on earth. At the same time, I desired to honour the biblical call to live as true royalty — a royal priesthood — while walking in humble submission to the authorities God has placed over us. My prayer is that these verses will lift your eyes beyond earthly honours to the breathtaking generosity of our Saviour. May you wear the robe of Christ’s righteousness with both boldness and humility, knowing you are already clothed in the very glory of heaven.

With joy in our shared inheritance,
The Poet

In ancient halls where noble monarchs tread,
The Order of the Thistle nobly bears
Its mantle rich with gold and ermine thread,
Embroidered thistles, jewels, and stately airs—
A worthy honour, earned through loyal years.
Yet brighter still the robe the ransomed wear,
The garment heaven tailors with such care.

No loom of princes, no imperial dye,
No crown of emperors in ancient state,
Can match the splendour woven from on high—
The spotless robe of Christ’s own righteousness,
Imputed, sealed by sovereign grace and blood.
No mortal hand could ever form or trace
Such purity, such dignity, such grace.

Behold the robes our Father freely gives!
Not spun on earth, but forged in realms of light,
In gold refined where purest glory lives,
With gems untold that crown the world’s delight.
For every diamond, ruby, sapphire bright,
Each pearl that rests beneath the ocean’s keep—
Our Father owns them all. He bids them leap

To adorn His children with celestial fire.
The opals dance, the emeralds burn and sing;
The treasures of creation’s vast desire
Are His by right, the great Creator-King.
He scatters stars like dust beneath His wing,
Yet clothes the humble in such radiant dress
That earthly honours bow in awed caress.

These robes surpass in glory and in grace
The finest garments noble orders wear;
Our garments flow in everlasting day,
Each thread a ray from heaven’s fountain fair.
No jeweller could ever thread such light—
Where sapphires pulse like holy, living blood,
And rubies blaze with deathless, sacred flood.

Yet here on earth we walk as true nobility,
A royal priesthood, chosen from above,
Heirs of a Kingdom vast beyond all royalty,
Anointed sons and daughters of the Dove.
Christians are the true royalty on earth—
Though thrones may rise and earthly powers stand,
We honour those whom God has set in birth
And place, submitting to His wise command.

We bow to kings and governors by law,
Obey the sword that bears the Lord’s decree,
For every just authority we saw
Is ordered by the King of kings we see.
No rebel spirit mars our royal tread;
With humble strength we render what is due,
Yet lift our eyes where crowns of glory head,
For greater is the Throne that claims us too.

A million times more glorious is the dress
That Christ bestows upon the trusting soul,
More radiant than the Thistle’s noble crest,
More lasting than all honours earth extols.
When saints in glory cast their crowns before
The sapphire throne, they’ll praise the Lamb alone,
Clothed in the righteousness He freely wore—
The greatest treasure heaven’s grace has shown.

O Christian, wear this garment without pride,
Yet walk with holy boldness in its light;
Let every earthly robe of honour bide
Its place, for heaven’s wardrobe makes the sight
Of mortal pomp grow pale beside its height.
In Christ alone our righteousness is found—
More fair than crowns, more rich than all renown.

Thus robed, we journey through the vale unafraid,
Till faith is sight and shadows flee away;
Then shall we see the robe the Saviour made,
And swell the triumph song in endless day:
“To Him who loved us, washed us in His blood—
All glory, honour, power, and praise to God!”

The Thistle stands with honour in its sphere;
Yet heaven’s garment reigns forever here.

A Solemn Call to Repentance: Lest America Perish Beneath the Shadow of Demonic Ideologies and the Approaching Judgment of God by Debbie Harris

30 Tuesday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

I write these lines not as a poet seeking applause, but as a watchman compelled by conscience and burdened by love for my country. In an hour when America stands at a grave crossroads—when ancient truths are mocked, when demonic ideologies disguised as progress and compassion have infiltrated our institutions, our schools, our hearts, and even our sanctuaries—I could not remain silent. This poem is a solemn call to repentance. It is a cry from the soul of one who still believes that God has not forsaken this land, but that we as a people have forsaken Him. We have traded the fear of the Lord for the applause of men. We have exchanged liberty for license, justice for vengeance, and the light of truth for the darkness of deception. The blood of the innocent cries out. The family lies in ruins. Confusion reigns where clarity once stood. And judgment, though long restrained by mercy, draws steadily nearer. My prayer is simple: that every reader—whether believer or skeptic—would pause, search their own heart, and consider the hour in which we live. This is not a political manifesto. It is a spiritual alarm. Repentance is not shame; it is the doorway to restoration. It is the path back to the God who raised this nation from a wilderness and made her a beacon to the world. If these words sting, let them sting unto life. If they convict, let them drive you to your knees. If they awaken hope, let that hope be anchored in the only One who can heal our land. America can still be saved—but only through humble, sincere, national turning back to God. The choice remains ours for a little while longer.

With urgent love and trembling hope,
The Poet

2 Chronicles 7:14
“If My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.”

Jeremiah 18:7-8
“The instant I speak concerning a nation and concerning a kingdom, to pluck up, to pull down, and to destroy it, if that nation against whom I have spoken turns from its evil, I will relent of the disaster that I thought to bring upon it.”Proverbs 14:34
“Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people.”

Isaiah 5:20
“Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; who put darkness for light and light for darkness…”

Ephesians 6:12
“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.”

1 Timothy 4:1
“Now the Spirit expressly says that in latter times some will depart from the faith, giving heed to deceiving spirits and doctrines of demons.”

Joel 2:12-13
“‘Now, therefore,’ says the Lord, ‘Turn to Me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning.’ So rend your heart, and not your garments; return to the Lord your God…”

Ezekiel 18:30-32
“Repent, and turn from all your transgressions, so that iniquity will not be your ruin… For I have no pleasure in the death of one who dies,” says the Lord God. “Therefore turn and live!”

Isaiah 59:14
“Justice is turned back, and righteousness stands afar off; for truth has fallen in the street, and equity cannot enter.”2 Peter 3:9
“The Lord is not slack concerning His promise… but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance.”These Scriptures form the spiritual backbone of the poem. They proclaim both solemn warning and tender hope: judgment follows persistent sin, but mercy awaits a humble and repentant people.

O America, thou favored land of light,
Once pilgrim’s hope upon a stormy shore,
Whose covenant with Heaven burned so bright—
Now dimmed by shadows at thy temple door.

The ancient Dragon stirs with cunning guile,
In silken lies and ideologies of night;
He cloaks his chains in freedom’s stolen smile,
And calls the darkness wisdom, pure and right.

Repent! The Judge upon His throne draws near,
His eyes like flame behold thy crimson stain—
The blood of innocents, the silent tear,
The altars cold, the broken marriage chain.

Where once thy steeples rang with sacred song,
Now temples rise to self and fleeting lust;
Where liberty and law walked hand in strong,
Now chaos reigns and iron fists of dust.

Awake, ye sons of Plymouth’s holy vow,
Ye children of the Revolution’s fire!
The whirlwind gathers; heaven’s trumpets bow
To sound the warning of consuming ire.

Demonic doctrines slither through thy schools,
Twisting the young with serpents’ poisoned tongue;
They crown the vile, they mock the golden rules,
And call good evil till the darkness sung.

Repent, O nation! Rend thy haughty heart,
In sackcloth bow before the mercy throne;
Cast down thy idols, tear thy lies apart,
And turn thee wholly to the Lord alone.

For judgment rides upon the tempest’s wing—
Plague, division, violence, and despair—
Yet mercy lingers still, a boundless spring,
If thou wilt seek with contrite, fervent prayer.

Restore the altar! Let the pulpits flame
With truth unyielding, sharp as a two-edged sword;
Let families kneel and call upon His Name,
The only Rock, the everlasting Lord.

Then shall thy light break forth as morning fair,
Thy wounds be healed, thy former glory rise;
A city set on a hill, beyond compare,
A beacon once again beneath the skies.

Hear now the watchman’s final, solemn cry:
“Repent, America, while time remains!
Lest thou, like Babylon, in ruin lie,
And judgment seals thy once triumphant name.”

O turn thee now—thy God is slow to wrath,
His arms still open, waiting to forgive;
Repent, and live! Walk in the ancient path,
And by His grace forever truly live.