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Just as if I Never Sinned by Debbie Harris

08 Wednesday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Praise, Royally Redeemed, salvation, Thanksgiving, Triumphant

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Dear Reader,

From the Poet —

If these lines find you weary, burdened, or simply longing, know this: the gospel I have tried to capture here is not mere poetry — it is living truth. When the Holy Spirit unveils the glory of full forgiveness and Christ’s imputed righteousness, the heart cannot stay silent. I wrote this in awe, with tears, that you too might taste the same wonder: every sin — past, present, and future — nailed to His cross, and in their place, His perfect record counted as yours.

May these words lift your eyes to Jesus, stir holy tears, and kindle fresh worship. He is worthy.

With reverence and joy,

The Poet

• Colossians 2:13-14 — “And you, being dead in your sins and the uncircumcision of your flesh, hath he quickened together with him, having forgiven you all trespasses; Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross.”

• Hebrews 10:14, 17 — “For by one offering he hath perfected for ever them that are sanctified… And their sins and iniquities will I remember no more.”

• Isaiah 43:25 — “I, even I, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins.”

• Micah 7:19 — “He will turn again, he will have compassion upon us; he will subdue our iniquities; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea.”

Imputed Righteousness of Christ

• 2 Corinthians 5:21 — “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.”

• Romans 4:5-6 — “But to him that worketh not, but believeth on him that justifieth the ungodly, his faith is counted for righteousness. Even as David also describeth the blessedness of the man, unto whom God imputeth righteousness without works.”

• Romans 5:19 — “For as by one man’s disobedience many were made sinners, so by the obedience of one shall many be made righteous.”

• Philippians 3:9 — “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.”

Just as if I Never Sinned (No Condemnation)

• Romans 8:1 — “There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus.”

• Psalm 103:12 — “As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.”

Surpassing Worth of This Grace

• Philippians 3:7-8 — “But what things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ. Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ.”

• Matthew 13:45-46 — “Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls: Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it.

When blinding light at last breaks through

And every sin—past, present, new—

Lies cancelled in the crimson flood,

Submerged forever in His blood,

Then bursts the soul in speechless awe:

All guilt erased by sovereign law!

Imputed righteousness divine—

Not earned, but counted wholly mine!

The spotless record of the Son

Becomes my own, and I am one

With Him who bore my curse and shame,

Now robed in glory as His name.

Just as if I never sinned,

I stand accepted, reconciled within.

O doctrinal diamond, pure and bright,

More radiant than the noonday light,

Outvaluing the gathered gold

Of empires old and worlds untold—

This single gem of grace supreme

Outweighs the universe’s dream.

My eyes dissolve in holy tears;

My knees sink low, my spirit hears

The whisper of redeeming love

That lifts the guilty far above

All thrones and powers, all earthly boast,

To rest in Christ, in Him engrossed.

I weep, I worship, I adore

The Lamb once slain, now evermore

Enthroned in majesty and grace,

Whose every breath bids mercy blaze.

What tongue can tell, what heart conceive

The riches I in Him receive?

Take all the world—its fleeting store—

I count it loss forevermore.

For this: to know my sins are gone,

And Christ’s own beauty called my own—

This is the pearl of greatest price,

The fountain of eternal life.

Jesus, my Lord, my All in All,

Upon Thy name I gladly fall;

And till I see Thee face to face,

Let every breath proclaim Thy grace:

“Worthy the Lamb who took my place!”

Amen and Amen.

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Come, Walk with Me Through the Garden of the Holy Word of Our Precious Triune God by Debbie Harris

08 Wednesday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Israel, Praise, Royally Redeemed, salvation

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

May we all walk through the garden of the Holy Word of our precious Triune God!

This poem was born as an invitation—an open gate into a living garden where every flower whispers truth about our great and gracious God. Each bloom was chosen with care to reflect a precious doctrine of the Christian faith, so that as you stroll through the verses, your heart might be lifted, your mind renewed, and your spirit drawn closer to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Whether you read it slowly in quiet devotion, aloud with others, or return to it again and again, my prayer is that these lines become a gentle path of worship for you. The garden is not mine; it belongs to Him. I simply scattered a few seeds and rejoiced to watch them grow.

May the Triune God who walks with you in this garden also walk with you through every season of life—until we meet at last in the eternal garden where every flower is fully open and every promise is fully kept.

With joy and blessing,

A fellow pilgrim in the garden

Come, walk with me through the garden fair

Of the Holy Word, our Triune God’s own care—

Where Father’s breath awakens every leaf,

Son’s footsteps trace the path of grace and grief.

The Iris lifts her threefold face in light,

Trinity in unity and might:

One stem, three petals, heaven’s colors blend,

Eternal love that knows no beginning, end.

The Lily pure unfurls her trumpet white,

Incarnation—God with us, the Light;

Spotless, radiant in the morning dew,

Emmanuel, forever faithful, true.

The Rose of Sharon breathes her crimson scent,

Atonement—blood that covers and redeems our bent;

Thorns and beauty in one blossom grown,

Redeeming fragrance rising from the throne.

Low Violets kneel humbly on the ground,

Justification—by faith alone we’re found;

Clothed in His righteousness, no more condemned,

Adopted, cherished, called the Father’s friend.

Soft Lavender releases holy air,

Sanctification—making pure what once was bare;

Refined by Spirit’s gentle, cleansing flame,

Conformed to Christ, we bear His very name.

The Daffodil breaks winter’s silent tomb,

Resurrection—life that conquers doom;

Firstfruits of glory rising from the grave,

Victorious King who ever lives to save.

Bright Morning Glory climbs the garden wall,

Second Coming—hope that claims us all;

Petals open to the promised dawn,

“Behold, I come!”—the Bridegroom’s trumpet drawn.

And faithful Forget-me-nots in azure line the way,

Eternal Life—where night becomes bright day;

Sealed by the Spirit, kept by grace divine,

Safe in the Father’s house, forever Thine.

Come, linger here where veil and glory meet,

Where light and shadow in sweet worship greet,

And hear the Triune Voice call forth your name:

“Beloved child, arise—the garden is your claim.”

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“Blessed Is the Nation Whose God Is the Lord”: Celebrating God’s Grace Upon America by Debbie Harris

03 Friday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Inspirational, Patriotic, Praise

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem flows from a heart full of joy and thanksgiving to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. With deep love and admiration, I celebrate America — the greatest nation on earth, a shining beacon of liberty and faith. From the courageous pilgrims who first planted the Cross on these shores to the brave founders who built this land upon God’s eternal Word, America stands as a testament to divine blessing and grace. May these verses fill you with pride, stir your spirit to worship, and inspire you to praise the Lord who has so richly favored this beloved land.

With joyful celebration for Jesus and for America,
The Poet

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
America, the land of boundless grace,
Where pilgrims knelt upon this sacred shore
And raised the Cross in this new-world place.
From Plymouth Rock to stars and stripes unfurled,
Your founders pledged their lives to Christ alone;
In God We Trust still echoes through the world—
The greatest nation freedom calls her home.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
Whose Declaration bears His holy flame,
Whose Constitution rests upon His Word,
Whose Liberty rings out in Jesus’ name.
Through battlefields and valleys deep with pain,
Your people turned to Heaven’s healing hand;
The blood-stained banner waved through wind and rain—
Redeemed by grace, you rose to bless the land.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
O shining city on a hill so bright,
Where eagles soar and Gospel truth is poured
From sea to shining sea in holy light.
Your mountains sing, your prairies lift His praise,
Your cities pulse with mercy’s endless flow;
Though storms may come, your heart still seeks His face—
America, the land where blessings grow.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
Whose sons and daughters kneel before the throne,
Who crown the Savior King forevermore
And make His righteousness their cornerstone.
Let every heart cry out with grateful song,
Let every voice exalt the risen Lamb;
America, to Christ you still belong—
The best of all the nations of the earth.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.

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Praise Anthem on Psalm 33:2 by Debbie Harris

02 Thursday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Praise, Royally Redeemed, Triumphant

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Psalm 33:2 (KJV)

Praise the LORD with harp: sing unto him with the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings.

Dear Reader,

These words were written as an invitation—to lift your heart, your voice, and every instrument you have, not out of duty, but because of who God is. His truth, His unfailing love, His power to create and to rescue—these are the reasons our joy refuses to stay silent. May this anthem stir you to worship with abandon.

Praise the Lord with harp and soaring strings—

let joyful thunder burst from every chord!

Awake the psaltery; its ten bright rings

explode in triumph, singing to the Lord.

We sing because His word is true and right,

because His every promise stands secure.

He spoke the galaxies to blazing light,

and breathed this living, breathing world secure.

We sing because His steadfast love runs deep,

unfailing through the rising tide of years.

When fear would steal our joy or sorrow creep,

His mercy meets us, dries our hidden tears.

We sing because He watches over all—

the nations in His hands, the hearts that trust.

He rescues, shields, and lifts us when we fall,

and turns our mourning into shouts of dust-to-glory trust.

So strike every note with passion, bold and free—

let music leap and dance across the air.

No silent heart can hold this blazing sea

of gladness surging upward like a prayer.

Let brass and woodwind, drum and ringing bell

join in the glad explosion of His fame.

The rivers clap, the mountains laugh and swell,

creation joins the chorus of His name.

From quiet rooms to stadiums of praise,

lift every voice until the heavens roar.

The King of glory meets us all our days—

His endless love forever burns the more!

To God alone belongs this mighty song—

the reason for our joy, forever strong.

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Lord, Thou Art Worthy: Our Righteousness Flows Only From Thy Blessed Sacrifice by Debbie Harris

30 Tuesday Jun 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Praise, Prayer, Royally Redeemed, Thanksgiving, Triumphant

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

These words poured straight from my heart in a moment of pure worship. May they remind you, as they remind me, that our worth is never our own — it is found entirely in Him.

Revelation 5:12

“And I beheld, and I heard the voice of many angels round about the throne and the beasts and the elders: and the number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands; Saying with a loud voice, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing.”

Revelation 4:11

“Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.”

On Being Made Righteous by His Sacrifice

2 Corinthians 5:21

“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.”

On Royal Heirs & Grafted In

Romans 8:16-17

“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…”

Romans 11:17

“And if some of the branches be broken off, and thou, being a wild olive tree, wert grafted in among them, and with them partakest of the root and fatness of the olive tree…”

On Being Loved and Adored

Ephesians 1:6

“To the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved.”

On Lives Filled with Praise

Hebrews 13:15

“By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name.”

Lord Thou art worthy,

Your worthiness makes all of us righteous,

holy and worthy

because we are Your royal heirs,

grafted in, loved and adored!

Our worth is only based

on Thy blessed sacrifice!

May our lives be filled

with Thy praise.

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Ardent Adoration by Debbie Harris

30 Tuesday Jun 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Praise, Royally Redeemed, Thanksgiving, Triumphant

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

In moments of quiet wonder, when the soul feels the weight of divine beauty and the heart can no longer contain its joy, these lines were born. They are not merely words, but a humble offering — a song of ardent love and ceaseless praise lifted to the Glorious King who reigns above all yet draws near in tender grace.

May they kindle in your own heart the same adoration, and may every reading become an act of worship.

With reverence and affection,

The Poet

Psalm 145:1

I will extol thee, my God, O king; and I will bless thy name for ever and ever.

Psalm 95:6

O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker.

1 Chronicles 29:11

Thine, O LORD, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O LORD, and thou art exalted as head above all.

Psalm 145:3

Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.

Revelation 4:11

Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.

Psalm 47:6-7

Sing praises to God, sing praises: sing praises unto our King, sing praises. For God is the King of all the earth: sing ye praises with understanding.

Psalm 63:3-4

Because thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee. Thus will I bless thee while I live: I will lift up my hands in thy name.

Revelation 5:13

And every creature which is in heaven, and on the earth, and under the earth, and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them, heard I saying, Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb for ever and ever.

O Glorious King, enthroned above,

My heart overflows with ardent love;

In deepest adoration I adore,

And lift to Thee my soul’s pure store.

Thy majesty sets heaven ablaze,

Yet draws me near in wondrous grace;

Eternal Beauty, ever true,

I praise Thee, Lord, and worship You.

All that I am, all that I own,

I lay before Thy mercy’s throne;

My joy, my breath, my every praise—

Forever Thine, through endless days.

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The Liberation Of Looking From Self To Christ by Debbie Harris

28 Sunday Jun 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Pleasing God Not Man, Praise, Royally Redeemed, Spiritual Warfare

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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.

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Every Morning a Fresh Gift: Falling Before the Lamb in Grateful Praise by Debbie Harris

21 Thursday May 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Praise, salvation

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Dear Precious Reader,

Every morning is a fresh gift — a beautiful reminder of the miracle of being born again and having the gift of a new day. This poem flows from my own heart as I wake each morning and fall to my knees in awe. I wanted to capture that sacred moment when we remember we are no longer who we once were. We are chosen, washed clean, and made brand new in Christ. Each dawn is God’s tender mercy saying, “I have given you new life… now go live it for My glory.”I pray these words stir fresh joy in your spirit. May you feel the wonder of your new birth in Jesus all over again. May every sunrise fill you with deep gratitude, renewed strength, and a burning desire to advance the Kingdom of our Lord.You are deeply loved. You are truly born again. And every new day is proof that His mercies never fail.

With a grateful heart and lifted hands,
Your fellow traveler in grace

Brief Summary of the Poem’s Form

This poem is composed in a lyrical, hymn-like style reminiscent of classical Christian devotional poetry. It employs iambic pentameter (five pairs of unstressed-stressed syllables per line) throughout, giving it a steady, song-like rhythm suitable for both reading and worship. The structure consists of four eight-line stanzas followed by a closing four-line stanza and a final rhyming couplet, creating a sense of building praise that culminates in a doxology. The rhyme scheme is primarily ABAB CDCD in the longer stanzas, with occasional slight variations for natural flow. This balanced, repeating form enhances the poem’s celebratory tone while maintaining accessibility and musicality, making it feel both timeless and intimate.

Lamentations 3:22-23 (ESV)
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

Psalm 118:24 (ESV)
This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Each morning when the eyes first open wide,
A wave of holy joy floods through the soul—
One falls upon the knees with arms raised high,
“I am Your child, Lord Jesus—born again!”
No blinding light, no thunder from above,
Yet deep within there rings the victor’s call:
“You are My chosen, purchased by My blood,
Born again—death has lost its hold at all!”

O what a wonder! Every dawn a gift,
Fresh mercy poured from uncreated grace,
Another day to live, to love, to lift
The Kingdom of our risen Lord in every place.
Once dead in sin, now justified by faith,
Adopted child and co-heir with the Son—
The old man crucified, the new man raised,
Forever joined with Christ, the risen One.

Like morning sun that gilds the waking earth,
God’s goodness fills the heart with grateful fire.
One kneels in awe, in thanksgiving, and in mirth,
Once lost—but now alive with new desire!
With every breath a song of praise ascends,
With every heartbeat thanks and glory rise.
The Savior, Jesus Christ, the soul’s true Friend—
In Him we live, redeemed and born again!

Each dawn we fall before the holy name,
Overflowing with joy, with thanks, with flame—
To walk this day and further Christ’s great reign,
Advancing Kingdom light where darkness reigned.

Glory, glory to the Lamb who rose again,
My Lord, my God—forever praised, Amen.

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The Last Shall Be First by Debbie Harris

20 Wednesday May 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Praise

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Dear Precious Reader,

I have always been fascinated by this verse and all its depth, beauty, and complexity. The simple words “the last shall be first and the first shall be last” have echoed through centuries, quietly overturning every worldly measure of success, status, and value. In Christ’s eyes, the hidden and the humble often shine brightest, while the proud and powerful are gently set aside. This paradox comforts the overlooked and challenges the exalted — reminding us that who Heaven prizes could indeed be a surprise.It is my prayer that this poem stirs your heart to recognize the quiet glory in the “least of these,” to honor those who serve in humility (whether they have little or much), and to live with the joyful hope that heaven’s final accounting — inscrutable to human eyes — is already written in the ink of redeeming love.

May you be blessed as you read.

The Poet

Brief Summary of the Poem’s Format (in paragraph form):

This poem, titled The Last Shall Be First, is a literary lyric piece composed of 42 lines arranged in six stanzas of varying length. It is written primarily in iambic pentameter, giving each line a natural, rhythmic flow of ten syllables with five stressed beats. The overall tone is contemplative and reverent, blending vivid imagery with quiet prophetic weight.The rhyme structure follows a flexible yet consistent pattern, mostly alternating ABAB or ABCB schemes, with occasional rhyming couplets at the close of stanzas for added emphasis and emotional resonance. A sophisticated blend of perfect rhymes and subtle slant rhymes creates musicality without rigidity, allowing the poem to feel both elegant and accessible. Frequent enjambment carries thoughts smoothly from one line to the next, mirroring the gentle, unfolding nature of the poem’s central paradox.This formal structure provides a sense of order and beauty while supporting the theme’s subversive message — traditional on the surface, yet quietly transformative in spirit.

In marble halls where echoes boast of gold,
The first sit throned in silken certainty,
Their laughter sharp as coins on counting boards,
While shadows lengthen at the outer door.
They feast on futures, mortgage mercy’s name,
And measure worth by what their ledgers claim.

Yet some among the first have bowed the knee—
Rich hands that build, not hoard; hearts Christ-possessed.
They raise up schools where beggars’ children read,
Pour wealth like wine for country, church, and need.
Their mansions open wide to serve the least;
Their ledgers bleed with love’s accounting sheet.
These, too, in Christ’s own eyes are lifted high,
Though earth still calls their glory passing by.

But at the gate, where beggars bow like reeds
Before the wind of every passing heel,
The least of these—barefoot, with trembling hands—
Collect the crusts the world forgets to yield.
Their eyes are wells no ledger ever fathomed;
Their rags, the hidden glory of the real.

In Christ’s own eyes the trumpet sounds unseen—
A quiet dawn that turns the tables true.
The self-exalting first are last, their crowns
Of laurel ash beneath a heaven’s view.
While beggars rise in robes no tailor wove,
And humble rich walk streets of living gold.

The widow’s mite, the leper’s quiet plea,
The orphan’s hand, the magnate’s open store—
All these, when given for the King’s own sake,
Are first in eyes that see the heart’s true core.
No worldly trumpet, no earthly roar
Can change what Christ has weighed forevermore.

O paradox that burns the heart like fire,
That justice wears the face of those we scorned!
The least of these—dismissed, despised, denied—
Are highest where the world’s gaze never turned.
And we who pass them daily on the street
May yet discover Christ has crowned the least.

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Behold the Potter’s Masterpiece: How Christ Gave Wings to Dust and Turned Weakness into Triumphant Song by Debbie Harris

14 Thursday May 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Praise, Thanksgiving, Triumphant

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I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
— Philippians 4:13 (KJV)


But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
— 2 Corinthians 4:7 (KJV)


Then he answered and spake unto me, saying, This is the word of the LORD unto Zerubbabel, saying, Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD of hosts.

Zechariah 4:6 (KJV)

In realms of trial where impossible tasks arose,
A humble vessel, clay of mortal dust,
Faced towering seas and mountains clad in impossibilities
That mocked all human strength with iron thrust.
No arm of flesh could break the binding chain,
No mortal wit could chart the victor’s road;
Yet Heaven’s whisper pierced the hush of strain—
“Through Christ, all things!”—and glory’s torrent flowed.
Then surged the Almighty wind, not theirs but Thine,
A blaze of eagle-wings on dawn’s own crest;
The clay was lifted, crowned with fire divine,
And charged the breach in triumph manifest.
Through weary flood and trials that blocked the way,
Through walls of doubt that barred the shining road,
They rose exultant on the Lord’s own grace,
Each victory singing, “Christ has won the day!”
O splendor wrapped in weakness glorified!
The impossible yielded, the vast task bowed in awe,
The mountain danced, the chains of doubt dissolved,
While heaven’s trumpets rang without a flaw.
They stood transfixed upon the vict’ry field,
A fragile jar yet overflowing grace,
And marveled as the skies themselves revealed
The hand of God in every radiant trace.
Behold the Potter’s triumph fully unveiled—
From dust He forged a conqueror bold and bright;
The reed became a trumpet, strong and hailed,
The timid and anxious leaped on holy height!
All glory, honor, power to the Throne!
The vessel nothing wrought, yet all was won;
They only yielded, watched, and stood alone
In holy awe—for Christ the King had done it all, and won!

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