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No Neutral Ground: The Fierce Contention for Souls Between the Father of Lights and the Father of Lies by Debbie Harris

07 Sunday Jun 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In the quiet hush between heartbeats, where the unseen war rages most fiercely, I have written these lines. This world is no neutral ground—it is a battlefield of souls. On one side stands the Eternal Good, our loving Creator, whose light breaks through every shadow and whose mercy never fails. On the other prowls the ancient enemy, Satan, filled with hatred for every soul made in God’s image. He cannot create, so he destroys; he cannot love, so he deceives.

Yet the victory has already been won upon the Cross. These verses are not meant merely to rhyme or entertain, but to awaken. Choose this day whom you will serve. Turn your eyes toward the Light that the darkness cannot overcome. You are precious in the sight of the Father—fearfully and wonderfully made, a beloved child of the King.

May these words stir your spirit to stand firm, to pray without ceasing, and to walk in the freedom Christ has purchased with His blood. You are not alone in this fight; the Captain of Heaven’s armies fights for you.

With solemn hope and warm affection,

The Poet

Ephesians 6:12 KJV

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

Ephesians 6:12 AMP

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood [contending only with physical opponents], but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this [present] darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly (supernatural) places.

Joshua 24:15 KJV

And if it seem evil unto you to serve the LORD, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.

Joshua 24:15 AMP

If it is unacceptable in your sight to serve the LORD, choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve: whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the [Euphrates] River, or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you live; but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.

1 Peter 5:8 KJV

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.

1 Peter 5:8 AMP

Be sober [well balanced and self-disciplined], be alert and cautious at all times. That enemy of yours, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion [fiercely hungry], seeking someone to devour.

In realms unseen where shadows clash with light,

A war eternal wages through the night—

For every soul that treads this mortal sod,

The hosts of Heaven battle for its flight.

There is the Good, whose name is God alone,

Whose mercy flows like rivers from His throne;

He weaves creation’s tapestry with grace,

And calls each wandering heart to be His own.

Yet evil stirs, a serpent in the dust,

Whose ancient hatred poisons all that’s just;

The Adversary, Satan, prince of lies,

Who envies Eden’s dawn and heaven’s trust.

He hates the souls that bear the Maker’s breath,

And plots their ruin, courting them with death—

With gilded chains of pleasure, pride, and gold,

He lures the weak to fires that never rest.

O soul adrift upon this stormy sea,

Lift up thine eyes where Christ has set thee free!

The cross has shattered hell’s deceitful claim,

And God’s own blood has won the victory.

Choose ye this day whom ye will serve in strife:

The Light of Life, or darkness’ bitter knife.

For in this battle, none may neutral stand—

Eternal joy or woe awaits thy life.

God is the Good, forever pure and bright;

Satan the foe, who flees before the Light.

Awake, arise, and claim the victor’s crown—

The spiritual war shall end in endless dawn!

Psalm 97:10 – A Classical Ode by Debbie Harris

07 Sunday Jun 2026

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From the Poet

Dear Reader,

In a world that whispers “just a little compromise,” Psalm 97:10 rings like a clarion call from heaven: “You who love the Lord, hate evil!” This ode is my humble attempt to clothe that divine command in classical dress — rich with the thunder and lightning of the Psalm itself, the unyielding cedar of conviction, and the certain dawn of the coming King.

May these lines strengthen your heart to stand unmoved. Hate what God hates. Love what He loves. Refuse every gilded truce with darkness. The King is returning in glory, and righteousness shall dawn.

With prayer and holy resolve,

The Poet

Psalm 97:10

KJV

Ye that love the LORD, hate evil: he preserveth the souls of his saints; he delivereth them out of the hand of the wicked.

ESV

O you who love the LORD, hate evil! He preserves the lives of his saints; he delivers them from the hand of the wicked.

AMP

You who love the LORD, hate evil; He protects the souls of His godly ones (believers), He rescues them from the hand of the wicked.

NIV

Let those who love the LORD hate evil, for he guards the lives of his faithful ones and delivers them from the hand of the wicked.

O ye who love the Eternal Flame, whose breast

Doth throb with holy fire unquenched by night,

Hate evil as the serpent’s venomous crest

That poisons Eden’s bowers with subtle blight!

Let not thy foot in compromise be led

Where shadows weave their silken, treacherous thread;

Nor let thy hand in friendship’s false embrace

Clasp hands that bear the mark of darkness’ race.

Behold the throne where Righteousness and Truth

Like twin seraphim guard the sapphire height!

Clouds mantle Him in majesty uncouth

To mortal gaze, yet blaze with living light.

Lightning leaps forth—His arrows swift and keen—

And mountains melt like wax where sin hath been.

The heavens declare His glory, earth obeys,

And every idol crashes in the blaze.

Thou, saint of God, preserved amid the flood

Of raging wickedness that swells and roars,

Shalt stand unmoved, a cedar in the wood

When tempests howl and lesser branches fall.

No compromise with Belial’s gilded lies,

No truce with Mammon’s lustful, hungry eyes;

Thy convictions, forged in heaven’s anvil bright,

Shall shine as adamant against the night.

Let evil’s hosts in purple pomp advance,

With crowns of fading laurel on their brow;

Thy soul shall spurn their revels and their dance,

And turn to Zion’s hill with steadfast vow.

For He who loves thee guards thy life with care—

From wicked hands He snatches thee from snare.

The oil of joy upon thy head is poured;

Thy path is lit by His unfailing Word.

Thus sing, O heart that loves the Lord alone:

“Hate evil! Cling to good with iron will!”

Though darkness rage and tempters slyly drone,

The upright soul shall climb the holy hill.

No compromise, though empires tempt and fall;

Thy King returns in glory—Righteousness shall dawn!

The Greatest Country on Earth Becomes Great When She Puts Jesus Christ First in All Her Ways: A Call to Repentance, Revival, and Return to the Holy Bible by Debbie Harris

06 Saturday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

I write these lines not as a politician, nor as a voice of any earthly movement, but as a humble servant of the Lord Jesus Christ, burdened for the soul of our beloved nation. In an age when many chase after the shifting winds of culture, when godless isms clamor for allegiance and the foundations laid by our fathers tremble, this poem was born out of prayer, Scripture, and a longing to see revival sweep across the land once more.

It is my earnest prayer that these verses will stir your heart as they stirred mine. They are not written to condemn, but to call us all higher — to repentance, to humility, and to the only true Source of national greatness: the exalted Lord Jesus Christ, the Way, the Truth, and the Life. The Holy Bible alone is our sure foundation. When a nation places Him first in her councils, her courts, her homes, and her hearts, she rises. When she turns away, she falls.

This is a poem for all the ages — for the patriot kneeling by his bedside, for the mother teaching her children, for the pastor weeping at the altar, and for every citizen weary of darkness who still believes that “Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord” (Psalm 33:12). May it ignite fresh hunger for the Word of God and bold courage to reject every counterfeit creed.

If these words move you, share them. Read them aloud. Pray them. And above all, live them. Let us return to the Lord with all our hearts, that He might heal our land and restore her former glory — greater still, because it will be His glory shining through us.

With prayerful hope and unshakable faith in our coming King,

The Poet

A watchman on the wall

Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD;

and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.

— Psalm 33:12 (KJV)

Blessed [fortunate, prosperous, and favored by God] is the nation whose God is the LORD,

The people whom He has chosen as His own inheritance.

— Psalm 33:12 (AMP)

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

— 2 Chronicles 7:14 (KJV)

and My people, who are called by My Name, humble themselves, and pray and seek (crave, require as a necessity) My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and forgive their sin and heal their land.

— 2 Chronicles 7:14 (AMP)

Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.

— Proverbs 14:34 (KJV)

Righteousness [moral and spiritual integrity and virtuous character] exalts a nation,

But sin is a disgrace to any people.

— Proverbs 14:34 (AMP)

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.

— Psalm 111:10 (KJV)

The [reverent] fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom;

A good understanding and a teachable heart are possessed by all those who do the commandments [seeking His will and purpose].

His praise endures forever.

— Psalm 111:10 (AMP)

Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the LORD, and he will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.

— Isaiah 55:7 (KJV)

Let the wicked leave (behind) his way

And the unrighteous man his thoughts;

And let him return to the LORD,

And He will have compassion (mercy) on him,

And to our God,

For He will abundantly pardon.

— Isaiah 55:7 (AMP)

In ages past, when stars aligned with grace,

A land arose by Heaven’s own design,

Not built on pride or fleeting mortal race,

But on the Rock where living waters shine.

The greatest country on this earthly sod

Became the beacon bright for all to see,

Because she bowed and placed her trust in God—

Exalting Christ, the Way, the Truth, the Key.

No godless creeds her people then obeyed:

No woke delusion twisting right to wrong,

No materialist chase for gold that fades,

No progressivism’s ever-shifting song,

No Marxism with chains of envy bound,

No communism’s dream that starved the soul,

No Islam’s crescent veiling gospel sound,

No papal throne demanding men’s control.

No atheism cold, no secular lie,

No humanism crowning man as king,

No socialism’s theft in virtue’s guise,

No globalism’s web that snares and stings,

No hedonism’s lust for fleeting thrill,

No nihilism’s void where hope decays,

No pagan rites on every windswept hill—

All idols fell before the Ancient of Days.

We follow not the fashions of the hour,

Nor bow to Caesar, trend, or cunning creed;

We seek the Holy Bible’s changeless power,

The Lamp, the Sword, the Living Word indeed.

Jesus Christ—first in council, hearth, and hall,

First in the school, the court, the marketplace—

His cross our banner, rising over all,

His resurrection morning on our face.

O nation bowed beneath a gathering night,

Return! Repent! Let tears of sorrow flow.

Cast down the altars built on lesser light,

And to the Lord of Hosts in ashes go.

Revival’s fire, long quenched, can blaze anew

If humble hearts will seek His holy face;

Turn from the lies that promised much yet slew,

And run once more the path of truth and grace.

Blessed the nation whose God is the Lord!

Whose people fear His name and keep His ways.

Her fields will yield, her cities stand restored,

Her children sing His everlasting praise.

Let every age hear this immortal call:

Exalt the Savior, shun the siren’s song.

In Christ alone true greatness comes to all—

The King of kings shall make His people strong.

Arise, O land! Let revival’s trumpet sound,

Let righteousness once more adorn thy brow.

With Bible open, on thy knees be found—

The greatest country shall be great again now.

From Dust and Frailty to the Gem-Studded Garments of Salvation: A Hymn of Divine Clothing and Holy Awe by Debbie Harris

04 Thursday Jun 2026

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Note to the Reader from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In the quiet tension between creaturely frailty and divine generosity, this hymn was conceived. We stand perpetually before the paradox Scripture never lets us escape: we are dust — fragile, fleeting, marked by the fractures of original and ongoing sin — and yet the same Creator who fashioned us from the ground now stoops to array that very dust in garments of celestial splendor.

The poem does not merely celebrate a theological idea; it traces a transformative arc that mirrors the gospel itself. From the scattering wind of Psalm 103:14 and the weakness confessed in 2 Corinthians 12:9, through the empowering mercy of Isaiah 40 and the jeweled bridal splendor of Isaiah 61:10, it presses toward the astonishing promise of 2 Peter 1:4 — that we might become partakers of the divine nature. Each stanza is an act of remembrance and aspiration: remembering our low estate so that we might more fully adore the height of His condescension.

The gem-studded robe is no ornamental fancy. It is the righteousness of Christ, woven on heaven’s loom, encrusted with the blood-red ruby of atonement, the sapphire depths of unfailing grace, the emerald hope of resurrection life, and the diamond fire of covenant fidelity. To wear it is to walk in holy servanthood — yoked yet free, bowed yet exalted, weak yet wielding uncreated light.

May these lines not merely be read, but prayed. Speak them slowly in your secret place. Let the weight of your own dust press you deeper into the mercy that clothes you. Let the imagery carry you past sentiment into awe — speechless, trembling, joyful awe — before the throne where the Lamb slain stands worthy.

For the God who remembers we are dust has never forgotten us. He has clothed us instead, and called us His own.

With bowed heart and lifted eyes,

The Poet

Scriptural Foundation

Psalm 103:14 – We are dust

KJV: “For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.”

NIV: “For he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.”

AMP: “For He knows our [mortal] frame; He remembers that we are [merely] dust.”

2 Corinthians 12:9 – Strength in weakness

KJV: “And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.”

NIV: “But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’”

AMP: “But He has said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you [My lovingkindness and My mercy are more than enough—always available—regardless of the situation]; for [My] power is being perfected [and is completed and shows itself most effectively] in [your] weakness.’”

Isaiah 40:29 – Power to the faint

KJV: “He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.”

NIV: “He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.”

AMP: “He gives strength to the weary, And to him who has no might He increases power.”

Isaiah 61:10 – Garments of salvation and robe of righteousness

KJV: “I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels.”

NIV: “I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.”

AMP: “I will rejoice greatly in the LORD, My soul will exult in my God; For He has clothed me with garments of salvation, He has covered me with a robe of righteousness, As a bridegroom puts on a turban, And as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.”

2 Peter 1:4 – Partakers of the divine nature

KJV: “Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature…”

NIV: “Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature…”

AMP: “For by these He has bestowed on us His precious and magnificent promises [of inexpressible value], so that by them you may… become sharers of the divine nature.”

O Lord, we are but dust the wind may strew,

Frail clay unformed, by sin’s dark tempest torn,

Yet from Thy throne where living mercies dew,

Thy hand descends — and we, once lost, are born.

Thy strength, a flame that leaps through shadowed veins,

Arrays our tatters in celestial white;

The yoke of holy service gently reigns,

And lifts the bowed to wield unyielding light.

No more the slave beneath the fleshly rod,

We stand enrobed in righteousness divine —

A garment vast, by heaven’s own shuttle shod,

With jewels blazing where Thy glories shine.

See rubies red as covenantal blood,

Sapphires deep as oceans of Thy grace;

Emeralds green with hope’s eternal flood,

And pearls like tears that washed the sinner’s face.

Amethysts of awe crown every seam,

Diamonds of pardon flash with sovereign fire;

Upon the hem where healing virtues stream,

The living waters spark in ceaseless choir.

Before Thy throne we bow, in dust made bold,

Adoring hearts too vast for tongue to tell;

In speechless awe Thy righteousness behold,

And join the ransomed in their triumph swell.

Though dust we be, and frailty our first name,

Thy servant-power makes kings of earthen clods;

Clad in salvation’s jewel-woven flame,

We rise, redeemed — partakers of our God.

Glory to the Lamb who clothes the lost!

Be Like the Bereans – Testing Every Word Against Eternal Truth by Debbie Harris

04 Thursday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

In a world loud with opinions, quick answers, and shallow soundbites, the ancient Bereans stand as a quiet, shining rebuke. They did not swallow teaching whole simply because it came from an apostle’s lips. Instead, they opened the Scriptures daily with eager, honest hearts and tested every claim against the unchanging truth of God’s Word.

This poem is my humble invitation for you to join their noble company. May these verses stir in you a fresh hunger—not for mere knowledge, but for verified, living truth. Faith is never meant to be blind; it is meant to be examined, rooted, and radiant.

Wherever you are on your journey, I pray you will dare to be Berean. Open the Book. Test the words. Seek until you find. The treasure is worth every diligent hour.

With hope and prayer,

The Poet

Acts 17:11

KJV (King James Version):

These were more noble than those in Thessalonica, in that they received the word with all readiness of mind, and searched the scriptures daily, whether those things were so.

NIV (New International Version):

Now the Berean Jews were of more noble character than those in Thessalonica, for they received the message with great eagerness and examined the Scriptures every day to see if what Paul said was true.

AMP (Amplified Bible):

Now these people were more noble and open-minded than those in Thessalonica, so they received the message [of salvation through faith in the Christ] with great eagerness, examining the Scriptures daily to see if these things were so.

ESV (English Standard Version):

Now these Jews were more noble than those in Thessalonica; they received the word with all eagerness, examining the Scriptures daily to see if these things were so.

In ancient Berea, where wisdom held sway,

A noble folk gathered at break of each day.

Not swift to believe what the preacher proclaimed,

But eager they listened, their hearts unashamed.

With scrolls unrolled under the sun’s golden light,

They tested each word against truth’s holy might.

No blind faith for them, no mere echo or guess—

They searched the old writings with diligent press.

More noble than those in Thessalonica’s throng,

Who heard without proving, and wandered along.

O seeker today, let your spirit arise—

Be noble like them: test all claims with clear eyes!

Will you open the Scriptures with zeal every morn,

Examine each teaching till truth is reborn?

Dare to be Berean—make faith a pursuit,

Or drift with the crowd in untested dispute?

Progressivism: The Serpent’s New Gospel – Satan Repackaged in Eden’s Shadow by Debbie Harris

03 Wednesday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

I write not from hatred, but from a heart heavy with alarm. In an age that flatters itself as enlightened, we have traded the ancient light of Christ for a glittering counterfeit. What parades as compassion and justice is, I believe, the oldest lie in new robes: the serpent’s whisper that power, not sin, defines us; that mercy is weakness; and that the “oppressor” must be crushed rather than redeemed.

This poem is a cry of warning. Progressivism, with its Critical Theory lens and oppressor/oppressed gospel, does not merely err—it inverts the Christian order. Where Scripture calls every soul fallen and redeemable, this ideology declares entire classes of people inherently guilty by birth. Where the Cross offers grace and persuasion, it demands rage and revolution. Where Christ says “love your enemies,” it teaches “by any means necessary.”

The bullet that silenced Charlie Kirk was not an anomaly but a logical fruit. When you paint your neighbor as evil incarnate, the moral path becomes elimination, not argument. I do not claim perfection for any political tribe—sin runs through us all—but I do claim this: the spirit now animating much of the modern Left is not progressive but regressive, a return to the ancient rebellion in Eden.

If these lines sting, let them. Let them drive you back to the Word, to prayer, and to the Lion of Judah who still roars that the gates of hell shall not prevail. Repentance remains possible. Truth still liberates. But only if we name the darkness for what it is.

With urgent concern and abiding hope in Christ,

The Poet

Genesis 3:1,4-5

Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden? … And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die: For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.

Isaiah 5:20

Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!

2 Corinthians 11:14

And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.

Matthew 7:15

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.

Matthew 11:28

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

Matthew 16:18

And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.

Matthew 5:44 (for the contrast with loving enemies)

But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;

In Eden’s hush the serpent spoke once more,

Not apple offered, but a poisoned creed:

“Oppressor, oppressed”—his ancient, iron law,

Dividing souls by blood, by skin, by seed.

No common fall in Adam’s guilty race,

But birthmarks branded: White and male accursed.

The Cross grows dim beneath this new disgrace—

For mercy weakens what pure power thirsts.

Thus Lucifer, in rainbow robes arrayed,

Preaches equity as heaven’s own decree.

“By any means,” his legions cry, unswayed,

“Burn cities down, punch Nazis, set them free!”

No erring brother here to win with grace,

But “literal Hitler,” fascist, mortal foe.

The bullet sings where sermons held their place—

For evil dies, and only blood can sow.

He twists the Book, perverts its every line:

“Love not thy foe, but crush the Philistine.”

The family fractures, gender bends divine,

The child laid bare on altars serpentine.

Envy wears justice like a stolen crown,

While borders tumble, Babel’s sin denied.

Truth becomes violence when it pulls them down,

And churches kneel where pride parades abide.

This is the Beast in scholar’s garb disguised,

False prophet rising with the dragon’s eyes.

It forges guilt from air, then hunts the wise,

Devouring remnant under smiling lies.

No cleansing blood, no weary soul finds rest,

But revolution’s endless, hungry night.

Where Christ says “Come,” the serpent hisses, “Rage—

And seize the throne that God would dare deny.”

Awake, O Church! The wolf has breached the fold,

In Critical Theory’s soft and treacherous fleece.

It slays the Kirk, it topples cross and gold,

And names the slaughter “progress”—sweet release.

Yet Heaven’s Lion thunders from His throne:

The gates of hell shall never overcome.

Repent this lie, this Satan dressed as dawn,

Or watch the West descend to Christless gloom.

For progress is but Eden’s fall reborn,

Repackaged, glittering, by millions worn.

The selfsame hiss: “Ye shall be gods in power,”

Devouring age on age, hour after hour.

An Iron Anathema Upon the Bastard Gospels: A Solemn Heroic Ode Against the Pernicious Errors of Moral Relativism, False Tolerance, the Prosperity Heresy, and All Manner of Immorality that Corrupt the Pure Grace of Christ in These Perilous Latter Days by Debbie Harris

26 Tuesday May 2026

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Galatians 1:6-10 (NIV)

⁶ I am astonished that you are so quickly deserting the one who called you to live in the grace of Christ and are turning to a different gospel— ⁷ which is really no gospel at all. Evidently some people are throwing you into confusion and are trying to pervert the gospel of Christ. ⁸ But even if we or an angel from heaven should preach a gospel other than the one we preached to you, let them be under God’s curse! ⁹ As we have already said, so now I say again: If anybody is preaching to you a gospel other than what you accepted, let them be under God’s curse!

¹⁰ Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.

In Galatia’s sunlit vales where first the pure

Glad tidings rang from Paul’s unyielding tongue,

The heavens shook when swift apostates turned

From grace’s fountain to a gospel dunged

With human pride. “I marvel,” thundered he,

“Ye desert Him who called you into light,

To clutch a phantom gospel, no gospel be,

A twisted shadow born of darkest night.”

So now, in latter days more vile, I raise

This iron song against the creeping blight:

Moral Relativism, that serpent’s praise,

Which melts all truth to mist and calls it right.

“No absolute!” it hisses soft and sweet,

“What thou deem’st vice another holds as bloom;

Thy lust, thy greed, thy wrath—these are complete,

For every man his god, and every tomb

A door to self-made paradise.” Thus dies

The eternal Law, dissolved in vapid air,

While consciences, unanchored, fall and rise

On every fashionable, filthy stair.

Then Tolerance, that painted harlot, comes

In rainbow robes and voice of honeyed lies,

Proclaiming, “Judge not!” till the Church grows dumb

And opens wide her gates to every vice.

“Repentance wounds the soul,” the new priests cry;

“The Cross offends—make broad the narrow Way!”

They crown as sacred what the Scriptures name

Abomination, turning night to day,

Till heaven’s pure light and hell’s just fire seem

But equal shades in tolerance’s dream.

Behold the golden calf of Prosperity!

A gospel fat with promises of ease—

“Sow money, reap dominion, health, and glee;

Thy faith hath failed if suffering thou see.”

They nail the Man of Sorrows to a coin,

Make Calvary a marketplace of gain,

Trade thorns for crowns of plastic, and enjoin

The poor to “name it, claim it” in His name.

The blood that purchased pardon now is sold

For private jets and mansions built on sand;

They feast while Lazarus starves outside the fold,

And call their greed the touch of God’s own hand.

All Immorality now struts arrayed

In robes of “liberation,” bold and bright:

Lust hailed as love, pride as empowerment made,

Wrath as justice, sloth as self-care’s right.

A Christ remade who winks at every chain,

A Spirit soft as down, a Father mild

Who never thunders “Turn!” nor counts the slain

That slide in silken ease to darkness wild.

They preach a bloodless cross, a crownless King,

A gospel shorn of power to save or kill—

And bid the nations dance and clap and sing

While souls descend the broad and pleasant hill.

Yet hear the apostolic curse resound,

More fierce than Sinai’s thunder, sharp as flame:

Though Paul himself, or angel heaven-crowned,

Should preach another gospel in Christ’s name—

Anathema! Let him be damned, cut off,

Devoted to destruction’s holy ire!

Twice spoke the Apostle; twice I set it forth—

The gospel stands eternal, fixed, entire.

For am I now a servant seeking men’s applause,

Or God’s alone? Shall I please mortal breath

And lose the crown? Nay! Let the whole world pause

In outrage—still I cleave to living death

Of Calvary. One gospel, one sure blood,

One narrow gate, one Saviour, crucified,

Risen, returning. All the shifting flood

Of lies shall break against this Rock and die.

O Church of the last days, awake! Arise!

Cast off these bastard creeds that wear His name

Yet bear no scars. Cling to the truth that buys

With precious blood, not cars or fleeting fame.

Let every false apostle stand revealed,

Every gilded lie meet its appointed doom,

Till once again the ancient Word is sealed

In hearts that serve—not man—but Christ the Groom.

*Let him who has ears to hear, hear.*

Lament For The Wandering Flock by Debbie Harris

22 Friday May 2026

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O grievous woe, when souls profess the Name
Yet chase the fleeting fashions of the age,
And know the lore of courts and poets’ fame
Far better than the Christ who calmed the rage
Of Galilee’s wild sea. What tragedy
When hearts, baptized in Jordan’s ancient stream,
Drink deeper from the wells of vanity
Than from the living Fount, the endless Theme
Of Heaven’s Lamb, whose wounds still bleed for thee.

The marble busts of Athens line their walls,
The verses of old Rome they can recite;
They trace the Renaissance in gilded halls
And quote the wits of Paris by firelight.
Yet scarce can name the Beatitudes’ pure light,
Or linger long where Golgotha once stood,
Or speak with trembling of that dreadful night
When Love Incarnate bowed His head for good
And cried, “Forgiven,” from the cursed wood.

This ought not be. The Shepherd calls His sheep
From Babel’s glittering towers and siren song;
He bids them leave the meadows where they creep
Among the tares, and where the world belongs.
Return, O ransomed ones, to Scripture’s page—
There burns the Bush that time cannot consume;
There walks the Word through every storm and age,
The Alpha and Omega, Sun and Tomb,
Whose knowledge is eternal life, not doom.

Awake, beloved! Let culture serve as slave,
Not master of the soul redeemed by grace.
Let every knee before the Cross be bowed,
And every tongue confess the Saviour’s face.
For what shall profit all the world’s applause
If, knowing much of men, we know not God?
O tragedy reversed when Christ is Cause—
The Pearl of greatest price, the living Word,
Our treasure, portion, joy, and great reward.

Not Thunder’s Roar but Gentle Rain: The True Fruit of the Spirit by Debbie Harris

20 Wednesday May 2026

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Dear Precious Reader,

In the body of Christ—His beautiful, blood-bought Church—there should be no place for the loud, the domineering, or the unteachable. Yet how often do we encounter the boisterous know-it-all? The one whose voice drowns out every other, whose “I already know” shuts down conversation, whose pride masquerades as spiritual confidence? This grieves the Holy Spirit. The poem you have just read was born from that grief and from a longing for something better. Too many in Christendom today speak with thunder but little fruit. They claim to stand for truth while trampling the very graces that prove the truth is alive in them: love that listens, patience that makes room, gentleness that soothes, and self-control that bridles the tongue. The Scripture is clear. The fruit of the Spirit is not optional decoration—it is the natural harvest of a life yielded to God. Where arrogance grows thorns, the Spirit desires to grow holy and humble things. This poem is both a warning and an invitation: a warning against the corrupted tree of self, and a tender call to every heart (including my own) to release the braggart’s noisy chain and let the Gardener do His quiet, transforming work.

May these words stir reflection rather than accusation. May we examine ourselves. And may the Church once again be known not for its volume, but for its fruit.

With prayer and affection,
The Poet

Poem Format Summary

The poem is structured as a series of seven quatrains (four-line stanzas) followed by a closing rhyming couplet, creating a balanced, hymn-like progression that moves from observation to contrast, exposition, and final exhortation. It employs a consistent ABAB rhyme scheme throughout the quatrains, with strong, classical-sounding end rhymes that feel both timeless and accessible. The meter is predominantly iambic pentameter (approximately ten syllables per line with an unstressed-stressed rhythm), giving the piece a smooth, natural flow when read aloud while allowing subtle variations for emphasis. Modern phrasing blends seamlessly with elevated, biblical imagery, and strategic enjambment and dashes create thoughtful pauses without disrupting the overall rhythmic unity. This classical-yet-contemporary format reinforces the poem’s gentle, reflective tone—mirroring the very Fruit of the Spirit it celebrates.

Galatians 5:22-23 (KJV)

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.

In ancient halls where wisdom’s voices call,
Where prophets’ words in golden letters shine,
The Spirit’s fruit descends like gentle rain—
Not thunder’s roar or pride’s unyielding line.

Behold the one who loudly claims the right,
With bossy tongue that bends all wills to break;
A know-it-all whose gaze rejects the light
Of every other, scorning what they say.

Such fruit grows thorns from self’s corrupted tree,
Refusing ears to hear another’s plea;
No love that listens, no peace that bends the knee,
But only storm where meekness ought to be.

Yet gentle Spirit whispers soft and true:
Love stands with patience where arrogance would shove;
Joy blooms in quiet hearts, not noisy show;
Peace reigns when pride makes room for others’ good.

Kindness turns the other cheek, not rules with rod;
Goodness seeks the good in every view;
Faith walks in trust, not trampling paths untrod;
Gentleness soothes where bossy tempers flew.

Self-control becomes a bridle on the tongue,
It bows to learn where “I know best” once sung.
These are the harvest heaven’s Gardener brings—
Not clamor’s crown, but humble, holy things.

O heart, release the braggart’s noisy chain,
And let the Spirit’s virtues bloom again!

The Redeemed Heart: An Ode Against Every Type of Cruelty by Debbie Harris

08 Friday May 2026

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In Christ’s dear name, where crimson mercy flows,
Redeemed souls rise, washed clean from Adam’s stain;
No longer thrall to sin’s unfeeling throes,
But bound in love’s bright, everlasting chain.
If thou art His, and bear the Savior’s mark,
Then hate the lash that scars the tender back,
The fist that strikes the child in shadowed dark,
The blade that lays the harmless creature slack.

O cruelty, thou viper from the pit,
Thou mock’st the Lord who healed the broken reed;
Who gathered lambs and bade the sparrow flit
Beneath His gaze, in gentle, sovereign heed.
He wept for Lazarus, for Jerusalem’s woe,
And stooped to lift the fallen, bruised, and low.

Shall we, bought dear with blood on Calvary’s tree,
Endure the groan of woman in her chains?
The orphan’s cry that rends the midnight sea,
The beast that bleeds beneath uncaring reins?
Nay—let the redeemed soul blaze with holy ire,
A furnace hot against each brutal wrong;
For love and hatred twine as sacred fire:
Love to the weak, and hatred fierce and strong.

To every hand that lifts in needless pain,
To every tongue that wounds the widow’s breast,
To every eye that sees and turns in vain—
The Christ within cries, “This shall find no rest!”
For He who made the eagle, ox, and dove,
And fashioned man in His own image bright,
Commands us guard the weak with jealous love,
And tread down cruelty with warrior’s might.

Thus walk, O soul, in garments white and pure,
A pilgrim marked by pity’s thorn-crowned brow;
Let mercy be thy banner, swift and sure,
Till heaven’s dawn dissolves all shadows now.
In Jesus’ name, where every tear is dried,
No cruelty shall stand—hate it, justified.