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

02 Friday Jan 2026

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(Thank goodness for President Trump and his team!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Through Prayer, May We Bring All To Bethesda’s Hidden Depth by Debbie Harris

29 Saturday Nov 2025

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By Bethesda’s pool where waters softly gleam,
The sick and sorrowful in shadows make their plea,
Through prayer’s bright causeway flows heaven’s living stream,
A bridge of faith where broken spirits find their key.

Intercession rises like the morning’s flame,
Lifts every burden—flesh and soul and mind,
Through colonnades where angels whisper God’s great name,
To mercy’s tide where healing waits for all mankind.

Yet mystery dwells within the Sovereign’s heart,
Not every prayer meets human hope’s design,
Some answers come as grace when healing parts,
“No” proves wiser than our brightest sign.

Thus faith takes root where human wisdom ends,
Through prayer’s sure path, God’s perfect will transcends.

Prayer, the Golden Chain Binding the Royally Redeemed to the Throne of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords by Debbie Harris

27 Thursday Nov 2025

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Inspired by George Herbert’s poem on prayer.

Prayer, the Golden Chain Binding the Royally Redeemed
to the Throne of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords

Prayer, the Church’s hidden flame,
A spark from heaven’s boundless forge,
The soul’s soft plea, the heart’s calm balm,
A wing that lifts where tempests gorge.

The merchant’s gain through tides that roar,
The pilgrim’s staff on paths untrod,
The lover’s sigh at midnight’s door,
The watchman’s call beneath the sod.

Prayer, the Golden Chain Binding the Royally Redeemed
to the Throne of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords

Prayer, the Church’s hidden flame,
A spark from heaven’s boundless forge,
The soul’s soft plea, the heart’s calm balm,
A wing that lifts where tempests gorge.

The merchant’s gain through tides that roar,
The pilgrim’s staff on paths untrod,
The lover’s sigh at midnight’s door,
The watchman’s call beneath the sod.

A golden chain that binds the royally redeemed
To thrones where heaven’s chorus rings,
Where seraphim their worship bring,
A silent stream, a gracious trust,
The key that opes the eternal spring.

The widow’s mite, the orphan’s cry,
The broken reed that still can sound,
A bridge o’er chasms none deny,
A circle where lost joys are found.

The soldier’s shield in battle’s din,
The sailor’s star through storms that rend,
The poet’s muse, the seraph’s hymn,
The Alpha and the world’s great End.

Earth’s voice rising like the flood,
The seal of saints, the martyrs’ crown,
The heart where God Himself will bide,
Prayer—God’s breath and crown.

Jesus Christ, Our Healer: Prayer For Wounded Guardsmen And America by Debbie Harris

27 Thursday Nov 2025

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Prayer for Wounded Guardsmen and America

A heartfelt prayer mourning fallen guardsmen, confessing national sin, and pleading for healing, justice, and revival through Jesus Christ alone.

2 Chronicles 7:14 (KJV)
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.

Psalm 33:12 (ESV)
Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord, the people whom he has chosen as his heritage!

John 14:6 (NKJV)
Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”

Isaiah 53:5 (NIV)
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.

Amos 5:24 (ESV)
But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.

2 Corinthians 5:20 (NLT)
So we are Christ’s ambassadors; God is making his appeal through us. We speak for Christ when we plead, “Come back to God!”

Psalm 34:18 (ESV)
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

Ephesians 4:3 (ESV)
Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.

Habakkuk 3:2 (NIV)
Lord, I have heard of your fame; I stand in awe of your deeds, Lord. Renew them in our day, in our time make them known; in wrath remember mercy.

Proverbs 29:2 (ESV)
When the righteous thrive, the people rejoice; when the wicked rule, the people groan.

In the shadow of sorrow, where bullets have torn,
Two guardsmen have fallen, their sacrifice worn.
Their blood cries for justice, their lives for our peace,
O Lord, in Your mercy, let healing increase.

A nation divided, with wounds ever deep,
Hate festers in silence, its harvest we reap.
From cities to heartland, the cries rise as one,
“Heal us, O Father, through Your only Son.”

For only in Jesus can true peace be found,
His cross bore our hatred, His grace does abound.
He calmed raging tempests, He healed broken men,
He calls us to wholeness, again and again.

A nation divided, with wounds ever deep,
Hate festers in silence, its harvest we reap.
From cities to heartland, the cries rise as one,
“Heal us, O Father, through Your only Son.”

For only in Jesus can true peace be found,
His cross bore our hatred, His grace does abound.
He calmed raging tempests, He healed broken men,
He calls us to wholeness, again and again.

O Christ, Prince of Peace, we repent of our ways,
The pride and division that mark all our days.
Forgive our transgressions, our selfishness shown,
Restore what is broken, make righteousness known.

Send forth Your Spirit like dew on the ground,
Revive weary hearts where Your truth can be found.
Let churches awaken, let neighbors unite,
Let love overcome every shadow of night.

For the guardsmen who served, for their families who mourn,
We lift up our voices, Your comfort we seek.
Wrap them in peace that the world cannot give,
In Your resurrection, let new life begin.

Heal our dear nation, O Lord, we implore,
Through Jesus Christ’s power, forevermore.
Let justice flow downward like waters that pour,
And righteousness spring up from each heart to its core.

We stand on Your promise, Your Word never fails,
“If My people humble themselves and they pray…”
We seek Your face now, turn from wicked ways,
Heal our land, Lord, for all of our days.

In Jesus’ mighty and precious name, we pray,
Amen and amen, lead us in Your way.

Every Prayer A Sacred Poem To The Divine Ear by Debbie Harris

23 Sunday Nov 2025

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Every prayer is a sacred poem to God,
Though penned in haste on trembling air,
In fragments torn from flesh and blood,
Yet flawless in the sight of prayer.

The miser’s coin that clinks too late,
The harlot’s tear upon the floor,
The thief’s last breath beneath the weight
Of nail and spear and open door.

The scholar’s doubt that kneels at length,
The leper’s groan outside the gate,
The proud man’s silence, stripped of strength,
All enter heaven’s mercy-seat.

No line is lost, no sigh too small;
The stammered word, the wordless dread,
The broken meter of our fall
Becomes the psalm that angels read.

For He who spoke the worlds in rhyme
Delights in every ragged scroll;
He gathers every trembling line
And binds them in His heart made whole.

Therefore let fall the heart’s crude art,
Unpolished, bleeding, unafraid:
Whether the answer granted be “Yes” or a tender “No,”
Every prayer ascends as a sacred poem to the Throne of God,
For all is done in love, and the best is only given
To the child of God—no matter if the answer is yes or no.

Every Prayer Ascends as a Sacred Poem to the Throne of God by Debbie Harris

23 Sunday Nov 2025

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Every prayer is a sacred poem to God,
Though penned in haste on trembling air,
In fragments torn from flesh and blood,
Yet flawless in the sight of prayer.

The miser’s coin that clinks too late,
The harlot’s tear upon the floor,
The thief’s last breath beneath the weight
Of nail and spear and open door.

The scholar’s doubt that kneels at length,
The leper’s groan outside the gate,
The proud man’s silence, stripped of strength,
All enter heaven’s mercy-seat.

No line is lost, no sigh too small;
The stammered word, the wordless dread,
The broken meter of our fall
Becomes the psalm that angels read.

For He who spoke the worlds in rhyme
Delights in every ragged scroll;
He gathers every trembling line
And binds them in His heart made whole.

Therefore let fall the heart’s crude art—
Unpolished, bleeding, unafraid—
Every prayer is a sacred poem to God,
And every Christ- centered poem is a prayer.

Of Him, Through Him, and to Him Alone: The One Eternal Desire of the Royally Redeemed by Debbie Harris

17 Monday Nov 2025

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Rooted in the doxology of Romans 11:36 (“For of Him, and through Him, and to Him are all things: to whom be glory for ever. Amen”), these three interconnected poems form a single, burning declaration:

Everything that exists flows from God’s delight (Of Him).
Everything that is saved was saved only through the blood of the Lamb (Through Him).
Therefore everything that is saved now exists for one fierce, eternal purpose: to return all glory to Him alone (To Him).

The central message is that the royally redeemed (those purchased by Christ to be kings and priests) have only one true desire: that no rival glory—big or small, spectacular or mundane—ever steal what belongs to Jesus.

From the first breath of the morning to the last tear of the night, from spreadsheets to suffering, from triumphs to traffic, every moment is to be lived as fuel for the one fire that will never go out: the praise of His glory. There are no neutral seconds for a blood-bought soul. Worship is not a Sunday activity; it is the entire point of Monday through eternity.

The series ends with a jealous, joyful, lifelong Amen:
Only to Him.
Only forever.
Starting right now.

Only to Him be glory forever
—not just with our lips,
but with the stubborn, beautiful minutes of Monday morning.

We do not sing this in heaven only;
we begin it in traffic,
in the oncology ward,
in the 3 a.m. panic,
in the cubicle,
in the kitchen sink full of last night’s dishes.

Living for His glory forever means:

The alarm clock is answered because He is worthy of the day.
The spreadsheet is finished with excellence because half-hearted work insults the King who gave us minds.
The apology is offered quickly because unforgiveness robs Him of the praise due for the cross.
The paycheck is stewarded, the body is disciplined, the phone is put down at dinner—
all because lesser gods keep trying to steal what was bought to be His alone.

Every ordinary step can thunder with eternity
when it is taken on the single road that leads back to the throne.

The royally redeemed have no neutral moments.
There is no “off-duty” for a purchased soul.
We eat to the glory of God.
We sleep to the glory of God.
We laugh, weep, text, vote, mow the lawn, change the diaper,
fight temptation, forgive the wound—
all of it is either fuel for His praise
or stolen kindling for some idol that will burn.

So we wake up jealous.
Not petty-jealous, but white-hot, worshipful jealous:
Let no rival have what is His.
Let no comfort, no ambition, no fear, no pleasure
sit on the throne that was paid for with blood.

Only to Him.
In the spectacular and in the small.
In the spotlight and in the unseen.
In the healing and in the hospital bed.
In the yes and in the long no.
In the wedding and in the funeral.
In the first breath of the day and the last sigh of the night.

Only to Him be glory
—not 99%,
not most of the time,
not when it’s convenient or emotionally moving.

Only.
Forever.
Starting right now.

Let the redeemed life be one long, unbroken echo:
“Whatever you do—whether you eat or drink or scroll or suffer or love or die—do it all to the glory of God.”
Because one day the echo becomes sight,
and every knee bows,
and every tongue confesses out loud what we practiced in secret:

Jesus Christ is Lord—
to the glory of God the Father.

Only to Him.
Forever.

Amen.
Let the day begin.

Ascent of the Silver Prayer to the Triune Throne of Glory by Debbie Harris

09 Sunday Nov 2025

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A lone seeker kneels in earthly silence, sending a fragile prayer upward like a silver thread. It pierces the heavens, passes blazing galaxies, and enters the radiant throne room—a sea of glass bathed in living light. There the Triune God reigns: the Father enthroned in sapphire and storm-light, the Son with merciful, galaxy-wounds, and the Spirit as a dove of white-hot wind. Surrounded by elders, crowned in surrender, and four living creatures thundering “Holy,” every prayer is treasured—gathered as incense in golden vials, always welcome, never forgotten. The prayer, now a shaft of light, is caught, transformed, and returned as an unstoppable river of grace. It floods the seeker’s hidden room, shattering gloom with splendor and crowning the soul that God fully sees and redeems.

The seeker kneels in shadowed hush,
yet the prayer ascends alone—
a silver filament spun from earth,
threading the vault of indigo stone.

It breaches the firmament’s seam,
where galaxies burn like censers swung,
and enters the blaze of the throne room—
a sea of glass fused with living sun.

There, the Triune Flame abides:
the Father on sapphire, veiled in storm-light,
His countenance older than the first word,
yet kind as the hush before dawn.

The Son at His right, scarred palms open,
the Lamb once slain, now radiant King;
His wounds are galaxies, still bleeding mercy,
each drop a world redeemed by singing.

The Spirit, a dove of white-hot wind,
broods over the waters of endless praise;
seven torches blaze before the throne,
seven eyes that search the secret ways.

Elders in linen, crowns cast down,
form a ring of surrendered gold;
four living creatures—lion, ox, man, eagle—
roar “Holy” in thunder no silence can hold.

Each prayer is precious, always welcome—
a vial of incense the angels keep,
its fragrance rising, never forgotten,
before the throne where no plea shall sleep.

The prayer, now a shaft of pure light,
pierces the heart of the Triune glow;
it is caught, transfigured, returned—
a river of grace no barrier can hold.

It floods the seeker’s hidden room,
though miles and veils lie in between;
a tide of splendor breaks the doom,
and glory crowns the soul He redeems.

Where the Machete Falls and the Gunfire Echoes, the Lamb Stands: A Lament for Nigeria’s Martyrs From Demonically Led Islamic Radicals by Debbie Harris

02 Sunday Nov 2025

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In the red dust of Borno, where the baobab stands scarred,
a child’s sandal lies split, sole peeled like a prayer unanswered.
The muezzin’s call fractures at dawn—
not with peace, but with the wet click of machetes
finding collarbones in the dark.

They come hooded in night,
voices low as hyenas,
chanting Allahu Akbar over the hiss of kerosene.
A pastor’s throat opens like a red hymnal;
pages of blood flutter to the ground.
His wife clutches the baby to her breast—
milk and plasma mingle,
a baptism no font could hold.

Maiduguri’s market smells of charred yam and gunpowder.
A girl’s braid, still ribboned,
smolders beside a sack of millet.
Her mother keens in Hausa,
the syllables sharp as broken glass:
Ina yarona?—Where is my child?

Yet in the ruins of a mud-brick chapel,
a boy hides beneath the altar cloth.
His fingers trace the carved cross,
splinters entering skin like tiny nails.
He whispers John 16:33—
In this world you will have trouble—
and the words taste of iron and smoke.

Across the Benue, a farmer sharpens his cutlass
not for weeds, but for the day
the sheep become lions.
He sings an old Yoruba hymn,
voice steady as the river’s pulse:
Jesu oluwa, wa fun wa ni agbara.
Jesus, Lord, give us strength.

The earth here drinks deep—
not just blood, but memory.
Every drop a seed.
Every grave a furrow.
From Kano to Plateau,
the ground remembers:
the slain do not vanish;
they rise in the throats of the living,
a chorus no blade can silence.

So let the radicals come.
Let them burn the pews,
scatter the ashes like chaff.
The wind will carry those ashes
to the four corners of Nigeria,
and where they fall,
new churches will root—
not of wood, but of bone and fire.

For the Lamb who was slaughtered
still bears the marks,
and every wound in His side
echoes in the side of a girl in Sambisa,
a boy in Gwoza,
a mother in Michika.

This is not the end.
This is the kindling.

Heaven is indeed weeping

regarding this demonic,

heinous, Islamic atrocity!

Arise, O Saints, to Contend for Our Faith Unshaken: A Majestic Anthem of Victorious Hope and Royal Courage by Debbie Harris

25 Saturday Oct 2025

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Summary of “Arise, O Saints, to Contend for Our Faith Unshaken: A Majestic Anthem of Victorious Hope and Royal Courage”

Inspiration: Based on Jude 3, which urges believers to “contend for the faith that was once for all entrusted to God’s holy people.”

Structure: Six verses with a recurring refrain, written for congregational singing.

Themes: The hymn is a victorious, hope-filled, majestic, and royal call to action, emphasizing steadfast defense of the Christian faith against challenges, empowered by divine strength and united in purpose.

Verse 1: Calls believers to rise and contend for the eternal, divine truth that shines forever.
Verse 2: Affirms the enduring power and certainty of God’s Word as an anchor amid trials.
Verse 3: Encourages bold defense of the faith with Christ’s unquenchable light and righteous kingdom.
Verse 4: Highlights the Holy Spirit’s empowerment and Christ’s grace as the source of strength in strife.
Verse 5: Emphasizes unity and perseverance under the cross until victory is achieved.
Verse 6: Concludes with a doxology, exalting Christ’s eternal reign and unending worship.

Refrain: Reinforces the themes with imagery of “victorious hope,” a “majestic King,” and “royal courage,” proclaiming “our faith unshaken in His name.”

Inspired by Jude 3

Verse 1
O saints of God, arise and stand,
Contend for faith in every land!
The truth eternal, pure, divine,
Shall shine as stars through endless time.