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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.

Bless the Lord, O My Soul: Forget Not All His Benefits — Psalm 103:2 by Debbie Harris

09 Thursday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

This poem was born from the stirring words of Charles Spurgeon and the timeless call of Psalm 103:2 — “Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits.”

In a world that so quickly forgets, I wanted to remind both you and myself that the God of Abraham, Moses, and David is not a distant figure confined to ancient pages. He is powerfully present in your story — in the rivers you have crossed, the fires you have walked through, the quiet provisions that arrived at just the right moment, and the still waters that have refreshed your weary soul.

May these lines stir your heart to look back with gratitude, to look up with worship, and to look forward with confident hope. The same faithful hand that guided the saints of old is writing beauty into your life today.

Take a moment. Remember. Give thanks. And then join the song.

Forget not all His benefits.

With joy and reverence,

The Poet

O my soul, arise and bless the Lord,

Forget not all His gifts, both great and small;

The ancient tales of mercy we have heard—

Yet ours are written on these hearts as well.

We trace His hand on Abraham’s road,

On Moses by the sea, on David’s throne;

But turn thine eyes upon thy own abode—

The self-same God walks with thee, not alone.

Hast thou not crossed the river, held on high?

Hast thou not passed through fire and felt no flame?

Hast thou not heard His whisper, “It is I,”

When waves rose fierce and fear laid claim?

The God who gave to Solomon his plea,

Who filled the mouth of David with delight,

Hath stooped to thee in thine infirmity

And satisfied thy soul with hidden light.

He makes thee lie in pastures ever green,

Leads by still waters where thy thirst is quenched;

Each dawn a mercy fresh and unforeseen,

Each trial turned to treasure, grace untrenched.

Then weave these mercies into crowns of gold,

Set jewels of thanksgiving in their place;

Let praise like David’s harp, both strong and bold,

Rise sweet and high before the Saviour’s face.

For He who wrought for saints of olden days

Still bares His arm and shows His strength anew;

His mercy, like the morning, never decays—

Eternal, boundless, ever fresh and true.

O my soul, bless the Lord with all thy breath,

And sing until the heavens catch the strain:

“His goodness follows me through life and death—

Forget Him not; exalt His matchless name!”

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.

Just as if I Never Sinned by Debbie Harris

08 Wednesday Jul 2026

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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.

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

08 Wednesday Jul 2026

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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.”

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.

Transformed from Glory to Glory: The Sanctifying Power of the Holy Word Through the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit by Debbie Harris

05 Sunday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

These words flow from a heart that has tasted the living power of God’s Word. In a world loud with many voices, may you find here a quiet invitation to draw near to the Triune God through the sacred Scriptures. True and lasting sanctification is not found in our own efforts, nor in fleeting religious activity. There can be no deep, abiding transformation where His precious people remain distant from the life-giving holy Word. Only as we dwell in it—day after day, heart and mind immersed—does the Spirit do His sanctifying work, changing us from glory to glory into the likeness of Christ. May this poem stir in you a fresh hunger for the Word, and may you experience the joy of being daily renewed by the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

With prayer and affection,
The Poet

Scriptural Foundation (KJV)

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.

John 17:17
Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth.

Ephesians 5:26
That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word.

John 15:7
If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you.

Hebrews 4:12
For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.

2 Timothy 3:16-17
All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: That the man of God may be perfect, throughly furnished unto all good works.

1 Peter 1:23
Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever.

Psalm 119:105
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.

Jeremiah 23:29
Is not my word like as a fire? saith the LORD; and like a hammer that breaketh the rock in pieces?

John 1:1, 14
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God… And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us…

In the hush of sacred pages, where the Triune God draws near,
The holy Word, alive and piercing, whispers truth so clear.
It is not by human striving, nor by fleeting works of dust,
But by this precious treasure that our hearts are formed and thrust.

You in the Word—O let us dwell, immersed in every line,
Where mercy flows like rivers deep and grace and truth entwine.
The Father speaks, the Son redeems, the Spirit breathes anew,
Sanctification’s gentle fire refines us through and through.

From glory unto glory, we are changed by heaven’s light,
No veil remains to dim the sight of pure and holy sight.
The Word transforms our brokenness, our fears and doubts release,
And molds us into Christ’s own form, reflecting heaven’s peace.

May we all abide within it, rooted, grounded, strong and whole,
Let every soul be washed and filled, made new from deep within the soul.
For power lives not in our hands, but in this living sword—
The Triune God’s own holy Word, forever our reward.

So come, be still, and let it work its wonder day by day,
Till we arise, transformed and bright, in everlasting ray.

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.

Praise Anthem on Psalm 33:2 by Debbie Harris

02 Thursday Jul 2026

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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.

Be Still and Know That God Is on the Throne by Debbie Harris

01 Wednesday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

In the latter days, when the foundations of the earth are shaken and the kingdoms of men reel to and fro like a drunkard (Isaiah 24:20), when the dragon grows wroth and the night seems long, I set forth this song of ascents. It is a meditation upon the eternal decree of the Most High, who “sitteth upon the circle of the earth” and “bringeth the princes to nothing” (Isaiah 40:22–23). Take heed, weary pilgrim: the Lord of Hosts has not abdicated His throne. The Lamb that was slain is the Lion who has prevailed. Though principalities and powers rage, though death and hell lift up their voice, yet “the Lord reigneth; let the earth rejoice” (Psalm 97:1). Be still, therefore, and know that I AM is God (Psalm 46:10). He who commanded light out of darkness, who stilled the waves with a word, who burst the bars of the grave — He abideth faithful upon the throne of glory, high and lifted up. His mercy endureth forever, and His kingdom shall have no end. May these lines be as a lamp unto thy feet in the valley of the shadow, and a banner of triumph lifted high against the gathering gloom. Unto Him who is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy — to the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen.

The Poet

Be still, O soul, when darkness veils the land,
When tempests roar, and mountains bow in fear,
When tyrants boast, and hell’s black legions stand,
And every mortal hope dissolves in tears.
The cosmos trembles, yet one truth is known—
Be still, and know: God sits upon the throne.

Supreme in light no mortal eye can bear,
Where seraphim in ceaseless worship fall,
He reigns unchallenged, sovereign everywhere,
The Ancient One who fashioned earth and all.
No storm, no sword, no shadow of the night
Can dim the splendor of His holy light.

Though empires sink like stones in raging seas,
Though war and plague consume the works of men,
Though grief may crush and sorrow’s tempest seize
The broken heart again and yet again—
Still from His throne the King of Glory sings,
And bends all chaos to His purposes.

Be still, my heart, when death draws near thy door,
When loved ones sleep beneath the cold, dark sod.
Lift up thine eyes! The risen Lord before
Has shattered graves and triumphed over blood.
The Lion roars; the darkness flees His face—
The throne stands firm, unmovable by grace.

Triumphant! Let the dragon rage and roar,
Let hell unleash its final, furious tide—
The Lamb once slain has conquered evermore;
His victory echoes far and wide.
All knees shall bow, all tongues at last proclaim:
The Lord is on the throne, forever reigning!