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Warriors For Christ And Our Country by Debbie Harris

14 Tuesday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Pleasing God Not Man, Spiritual Warfare, The Absolute Evil Of Islam

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

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

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

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

With respect and shared burden,

The Poet

Rise up, you faithful warriors, called by name,

Where shadows lengthen over heart and land.

For Christ, our risen King who overcame,

And for this country built on solid ground.

Not dressed in armor, swords, or battle gear—

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

A quiet strength that cuts through doubt and fear,

A steady light no darkness can erase.

We stand where altars weaken and grow cold,

Where freedom’s voice is mocked or pushed aside.

We fight for hearts that once were brave and bold,

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

The cross still rises over troubled seas—

A beacon strong through every shifting storm.

It calls us forward, bends the stubborn knee,

And whispers life where death once held its form.

No earthly king or crowd will ever save us.

Our hope is fixed on Jesus, strong and true.

Yet here we love this nation that He gave us—

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

We guard the Constitution’s guiding light,

The balance written down for all to see:

That power must be held in check, kept right,

So no one rules alone in tyranny.

With families strong as bedrock, churches bright,

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

We build again what time has tried to blight—

A living faith in every neighborhood.

We speak with clarity on streets and screens,

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

We meet the lies with honest, steady beams—

Not rage, but steady fire that burns with light.

This is our charge in these uncertain days:

To live as bridges between heaven and earth,

To stand for justice, mercy, righteous ways,

And prove that freedom still has sacred worth.

No easy road, no fleeting cheers or fame—

Just daily courage, rooted deep in grace.

For Christ our Savior and this country’s name,

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

Warriors now—unshaken, unafraid—

The dawn is breaking. Lift your eyes and stand.

The King who conquered death has already won.

We walk in victory, hand in living hand.

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The Demonic Creed: Islam’s War on Nigeria’s Christians by Debbie Harris

09 Thursday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Spiritual Warfare, The Absolute Evil Of Islam

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

I wrote this lament with a heavy heart. Nigeria’s Christian communities are being systematically slaughtered — villages burned, churches destroyed, families wiped out — in the name of Islam. This is not random violence or mere tribal clashes. It is the direct fruit of a demonic ideology that teaches total domination, conversion by the sword, and death for those who refuse.

I call Islam what it is: an evil creed of conquest and submission. For too long, the world has hidden behind soft words and political correctness while innocent blood flows. The martyrs cry out from the ground. Their suffering demands truth, not comfort.

If this poem offends the guilty, so be it. If it wakes the sleeping, it has done its job.

May their blood not be forgotten, and may justice come swiftly.

—The Poet

Ye that love the LORD, hate evil. (Psalm 97:10)

The fear of the LORD is to hate evil. (Proverbs 8:13)

Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good. (Romans 12:9)

Hate the evil, and love the good. (Amos 5:15)

On the suffering of Christians:

Remember the word that I said unto you, The servant is not greater than his lord. If they have persecuted me, they will also persecute you. (John 15:20)

Yea, and all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution. (2 Timothy 3:12)

On the blood of martyrs:

And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth? (Revelation 6:10)

On false teachings and killing in God’s name:

Now the Spirit speaketh expressly, that in the latter times some shall depart from the faith, giving heed to seducing spirits, and doctrines of devils. (1 Timothy 4:1)

They shall put you out of the synagogues: yea, the time cometh, that whosoever killeth you will think that he doeth God service. (John 16:2)

On spiritual battle:

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)

On calling evil what it is:

Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil. (Isaiah 5:20)

And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them. (Ephesians 5:11)

In the blood-soaked fields of Nigeria’s weeping plains,

Where faithful bones lie shattered beneath the scornful sun,

The ancient Cross is trampled by the crescent’s cruel chains,

And Islam’s demonic creed devours daughter, father, son.

From Boko Haram’s blades to Fulani herdsmen’s fire,

The ummah’s holy mandate rings with unrelenting hate—

“Convert or die,” the doctrine whispers, fueled by dark desire,

A supremacist plague that brooks no equal, spares no fate.

This evil ideology, forged in desert conquest’s flame,

Demands total submission, mercy’s name forever banned;

It sanctifies the slaughter, exalts the infidel’s shame,

And turns the Koran’s verses into ropes for Christian hands.

Churches blaze like beacons in the terror-haunted night,

Schoolgirls kidnapped, brides defiled in Allah’s twisted name,

Whole villages erased beneath the jihad’s savage might,

While Western silence cloaks the truth in diplomatic shame.

Oh, demonic creed of bondage, sword and taqiyya’s lie,

You cloak your lust for dominance in robes of pious deceit;

You breed the suicide bomber, train the child to glorify

The rivers running red with those who dare to not retreat.

No peace resides within you—only dhimmi chains and fear,

A totalitarian hunger that history cannot deny;

From Nigeria’s bleeding heart to every frontier near,

Your fruit is death unending, your harvest graves piled high.

Yet still the martyrs sing beneath the blade’s descending arc,

Their voices rising heavenward through smoke and ash and pain:

“How long, O Lord, till justice breaks this ideology’s dark?”

Till Islam’s evil empire meets its long-prophesied shame.

Weep, world, for Nigeria’s slaughtered saints in endless row,

Whose only crime was loving Christ while Islam bared its fang.

The lament thunders louder—let every conscience know:

This is no random violence; this is the faith’s own song.

Awake, arise, and call the demon by its ancient name,

Lest the crescent’s shadow lengthen and the Cross be overthrown.

For evil unresisted spreads its consecrated flame,

And Nigeria’s Christian blood cries out from hallowed stone.

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Be Our Shield and Hiding Place by Debbie Harris

09 Thursday Jul 2026

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

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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.

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

04 Saturday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Pleasing God Not Man, Spiritual Warfare

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Poet’s Note: Dear Reader,

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

With trembling hands and a burning heart,
The Poet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Choose this day whom you will serve.

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The Red Serpent’s Treason: Communism, Socialism, and Progressivism’s War on God, Nation, and the Souls of Millions by Debbie Harris

03 Friday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Communism Is Treason, Exalting Jesus Christ, Patriotic, Spiritual Warfare

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Dear Reader,

I wrote this poem not merely to recount history’s tragedies, but to sound a warning. The ideologies of communism, socialism, and progressivism have repeatedly promised heaven on earth while delivering hell—more than one hundred million graves stand as silent witnesses.

Beyond the body count lies a deeper betrayal: these systems are profoundly anti-biblical, replacing God with the State, private property and honest labor with enforced envy, and individual dignity with collective submission. They represent a modern form of the ancient serpent’s temptation—dressed in the red flag—whispering equality while striking at the foundations of faith, family, and freedom.

This is also treason—against the God who grants unalienable rights, and against the constitutional republic built upon those truths. My prayer is that this lament stirs remembrance before forgetting leads us down the same crimson path again.

With solemn urgency,

The Poet

Exodus 20:17 — “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour’s.”
(Against envy and covetousness as political virtue)

• Exodus 20:15 — “Thou shalt not steal.”
(Against the seizure of private property and labor)

• Matthew 22:21 — “Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s; and unto God the things that are God’s.”
(Against total state idolatry and the erasure of God’s domain)

• 2 Thessalonians 3:10 — “For even when we were with you, this we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he eat.”
(Against the rejection of personal responsibility)

• Genesis 3:4-5 — “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.”
(The original “serpent’s” false promise of equality and godhood)

In shadowed halls where sirens sang of chains unbound,

A serpent whispered “equality,” then dragged the dream aground.

From Marx’s ink to Lenin’s gun, the crimson banner rose,

Promising paradise for all—yet millions met their throes.

Ukraine’s black earth drank deep in Holodomor’s cruel night,

Six million starved by Stalin’s will, extinguished from the light.

Great Leap’s furnaces consumed forty-five million more,

Mao’s paradise of steel became a graveyard’s door.

Pol Pot’s Year Zero reaped two million in the fields,

Skulls piled high where temples stood, and mercy’s voice was stilled.

Gulags, purges, killing fields—twenty million, thirty, more—

The ledger of utopia written red with human gore.

Yet deeper runs the treason, not just against the land,

But treason ‘gainst the Living God by their own willful hand.

They dethroned Heaven’s Sovereign, enthroned the State instead,

Covetousness as gospel, envy’s lust painted red.

The Bible thunders “Thou shalt not steal,” and “Love thy neighbor true,”

It honors honest labor’s fruit and rights that God bestows.

But they rewrite the sacred text as hate and backward sin,

While families fracture, crosses fall, and darkness closes in.

Progressivism’s velvet glove slips on the iron fist,

Marching through the schools and courts, the churches in its twist.

It calls the founders’ covenant a relic to discard—

Unalienable rights from God? Replaced by commissar.

This is the ancient spirit of Babel raised anew,

Man playing god with human lives, the state in place of You.

Treason to the Republic, treason to the Cross above,

Betraying blood-bought liberty for chains they label “love.”

A hundred million witnesses cry silent from the clay:

No system built on envy thrives; it only slays and slays.

Heed the graves, the empty thrones, the laughter turned to moans—

The road to hell is paved with good intentions, smooth as stone.

Let memory stand defiant ‘gainst the rising tide,

Where freedom’s flame is dimmed by lies that freedom’s name deride.

For in the end the horror proves what Scripture long has known:

Collectivist delight devours the soul—and calls the feast its own.

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Antisemitism: The Ancient Poison by Debbie Harris

03 Friday Jul 2026

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

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A Note to the Reader

Dear Reader,

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

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

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

With clarity, courage, and unshakeable resolve,

The Poet

Antisemitism is no relic of the past,

It surges today with a venomous blast.

It twists the truth and revives old lies,

Brands every Jew as the cause of our cries.

Since Jesus was born from their sacred line,

Satan has hunted them, ruthless and blind.

The adversary rages with furious hate,

Against the people through whom came our fate—

Salvation’s root and redemption’s gate.

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

A demonic strike at the covenant’s core.

Whether masked as “anti-Zionism” today,

Or marching in streets with its ancient display,

It assaults the West and its hard-won light,

Rejects the Constitution’s promise of right.

It cannot be loyal, it will not abide

With American values or freedom’s wide tide.

It erodes the foundations, both moral and true,

That the Judeo-Christian faith built anew.

Scripture thunders with warning severe:

Genesis Twelve—those who bless them are dear,

But cursers shall face what they choose to sow near.

Zechariah declares the apple of God’s eye,

Touch Israel and Heaven’s wrath draws nigh.

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

For those who love her shall prosper too.

Romans Eleven—God’s gifts stand unmoved,

His calling on Israel has never been removed.

We must rise with courage, unblinking and bold,

Name this evil clearly, let truth be told.

Enforce every law with unyielding hand,

Deport its champions from our sovereign land.

America’s no suicide pact, we declare—

We defend our Republic with honor and care.

No more tolerance for this poisonous blade.

Stand firm for the future our children have made.

The fight is upon us. The hour is now.

Defend what is righteous. Take your vow.

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

02 Thursday Jul 2026

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

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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.

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The Satanic Veil of Progress: A Classical Poem on the Evils of Communism, Its Millionfold Slaughter, and the Deadly Alliance with Islam, Migration, Antisemitism, and Globalism by Debbie Harris

28 Sunday Jun 2026

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

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A Classical Poem on the Evils of Communism, Its Millionfold Slaughter, and the Deadly Alliance with Islam, Migration, Antisemitism, and Globalism

Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

In this twilight hour of history, when shadows lengthen across the nations and ancient evils don new and beguiling garments, I commend these verses to your earnest contemplation. What the world today hails as “progressive” or “socialist” is no gentle reform, but the selfsame tyrannical spirit that has stalked mankind since the Garden—Communism, that Satanic creed which slaughters truth, devours liberty, and leaves in its wake a desolation of souls. From the frozen gulags of the Soviet empire to the blood-soaked fields of Mao’s China, from the killing grounds of Cambodia to the starving wastes of North Korea and beyond, nearly one hundred million voices cry out from the earth, testifying to the insatiable hunger of Marxist doctrine for human life and divine order.

Yet the peril deepens still. Behold how this godless ideology now forges unholy alliances—with the fervent zeal of radical Islam, the engineered tides of mass migration, the resurgence of venomous antisemitism, and the faceless machinery of globalism—all woven into a single web of deception. These are not mere political currents, but doctrines of demons, the very lies of the ancient Serpent whose sole purpose is to steal, to kill, and to destroy. Cloaked in promises of equality and unity, they erode the foundations of faith, family, and freedom, seeking to build a tower of Babel anew upon the ruins of Christian civilization.

Therefore, beloved reader, let not your heart be deceived by smooth words or fashionable labels. Rise up with holy resolve! Cast off the chains of these wicked ideologies. Turn instead to the only true Light and Saviour of humanity—Jesus Christ, the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world. Through His cross and precious blood, He has broken the power of sin and death. He alone can transform the coldest heart of stone into a living temple of the Holy Spirit, making each believer a new creation, redeemed and empowered to walk in victory.

May these lines kindle in you the fire of righteous courage and unshakeable hope. Proclaim His name boldly, for in Christ alone is found the defeat of every Satanic lie and the eternal triumph of the Kingdom of God.

With solemn urgency and fervent prayer for your awakening,

The Poet

• John 8:44 — “[The devil] was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.”

• John 10:10 — “The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.”

• Ezekiel 36:26 — “A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh.”

• 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.”

• John 14:6 — “Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.”

• Acts 4:12 — “Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.”

• Ephesians 6:12 — “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.”

• 2 Corinthians 10:4-5 — “(For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;) Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God…”

In shadowed eras when the tyrant schemes,

Communism spreads its dark and deadly dreams.

It masquerades as progress, socialist and wise,

But chains the spirit ’neath its false disguise.

The gulags echo with the captives’ cries,

While engineered famines blot the sunny skies.

From Russia’s frozen wastes to China’s plain,

It reaps a harvest of the dead and slain.

Now mark the millions murdered by this creed:

In Soviet Russia, twenty million bleed

From purges, prisons, and the famine’s bite,

Their graves unmarked beneath the tyrant’s might.

In Mao’s vast China, sixty million died,

In Great Leap Forward and the purge’s tide.

Cambodia’s killing fields claimed two million more,

As Pol Pot’s madness opened hell’s own door.

North Korea starves its subjects without end,

Vietnam and Cuba where the freedoms bend.

Eastern Europe groaned beneath the Iron Curtain’s fall,

Afghanistan and Africa heard death’s grim call.

The sum approaches one hundred million lost,

To Marxist evil, at a dreadful cost.

Yet deadlier the alliance Satan forges now:

Communism linked with Islam’s fervent vow,

Mass migration surging like a tidal wave,

To undermine the nations and enslave.

Antisemitism poisons mind and heart,

Revived in leftist and in jihadist art.

Globalism seeks to erase each sovereign land,

Uniting all beneath one iron hand.

These are the lies the devil loves to tell,

To lie, to kill, to send the world to hell.

Rise up, O saints, and break the tyrant’s yoke!

Defeat the doctrines by the demons spoke.

No more accept the labels they employ—

“Progressive” veils but cannot hide their ploy.

Proclaim aloud: there is one Saviour true,

The Lord Jesus Christ, who died for me and you.

Through cross and blood He purchased full release,

From sin and death, to bring eternal peace.

He takes the heart of stone and makes it flesh,

A new creation, born of Spirit fresh.

Transformed by grace to walk the narrow way,

In light of day until the judgment day.

So rise and conquer every wicked scheme!

In Christ’s strong name, fulfill the heavenly dream.

For He alone can save humanity

From every false and Satanic vanity.

Rise up and let the Gospel banner wave—

Christ breaks the power of the dark and grave!

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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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Passionate Pursuit of Our Savior’s Righteousness: A Holy Call to Vigilant Devotion by Debbie Harris

27 Saturday Jun 2026

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

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Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

These lines were born from a heart keenly aware of its own frailty. In a world where temptation whispers at every turn, I have felt the Spirit’s gentle yet urgent call to look first within my own soul. How often do the lost pour their whole strength into fleeting sin, while we who know Christ sometimes drift with lesser zeal!

This poem is my prayer and my plea: that we would pursue the righteousness of our Savior with a passion that far exceeds the devotion of any sinner to their chains. May we examine ourselves daily, not in self-condemnation, but in humble dependence upon Jesus—clothed in His perfect righteousness, empowered by His Spirit, and drawn ever closer by His matchless love.

May these words stir your heart to run the race with fresh fire, fixing your eyes on Christ, who is both our example and our strength. To Him alone be all the glory.

In fervent hope and brotherly love,

The Poet

On Self-Examination and Vigilance

“Examine yourselves, whether ye be in the faith; prove your own selves. Know ye not your own selves, how that Jesus Christ is in you, except ye be reprobates?”

— 2 Corinthians 13:5

“Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.”

— Psalm 139:23-24

On Temptation and Sin

“There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.”

— 1 Corinthians 10:13

On the Righteousness of Christ

“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.”

— 2 Corinthians 5:21

“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.”

— Philippians 3:9

On Passionate Pursuit and Zeal

“Not as though I had already attained, either were already perfect: but I follow after, if that I may apprehend that for which also I am apprehended of Christ Jesus. Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.”

— Philippians 3:12-14

“Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord.”

— Romans 12:11

On Wholehearted Devotion

“And he said to them all, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me.”

— Luke 9:23

In Christ our Savior, source of perfect light,

We fix our gaze with hearts aflame and true;

Though sin surrounds like shadows of the night,

His righteousness becomes our bold pursuit.

With passion burning brighter than the lost

Who chase their fleeting pleasures to the grave,

We press toward the mark, no matter cost,

His holy ways our treasure, all we crave.

We search our souls beneath His piercing eye,

Confessing every stain that mars the soul;

Yet clothed in Him, we rise and testify—

His blood has made the broken sinner whole.

O Jesus, draw us nearer to Your throne,

Ignite our zeal to follow after Thee;

More fiercely than the world pursues its own,

We run the race, Your righteousness to see.

In fervent love we mirror Your pure grace,

Devoted wholly to Your will divine;

No lesser fire shall ever take Your place—

Our Savior’s righteousness forever mine.

Lord, fan the flame within this yielded breast,

That we may live as beacons in the strife,

Passionately following Your righteousness,

Bound to Your heart for all eternal life.

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