The Boundless Grace of Jesus Christ Outpoured by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet celebrates the limitless grace of Jesus Christ, portrayed as an unending well that strengthens, cleanses, and restores all who receive it. It likens Christ to a fountain, a fruitful tree, and an anointed head, freely pouring out His blessings to every believer, from the greatest to the least. This grace flows like blood through a body or sap through a tree, uniting Christ with His people in a living communion. The poem urges us to boldly draw from this daily gift, emphasizing that His boundless grace sustains and enriches us as our heavenly inheritance.

Be strong in grace, the well that knows no end,
In Christ, the fount of mercy ever flows,
A stream to cleanse, to pardon, and to mend,
Through every saint, His tender bounty grows.
Like pipes from vast reserves, His fullness pours,
A tree with fruit for hands that seek its yield,
A head anointed, oil to distant shores,
Each humble soul beneath His love revealed.

The heart’s own blood to every limb extends,
So grace unites the branch to sacred stem;
In Him, our need with His abundance blends,
A daily wealth, our treasure hid in Him.
With boldness, draw from riches freely given,
For grace is ours, the pulse of life from Heaven.

Oh Royal One, Come by Debbie Harris

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O sovereign King, enthroned in boundless might,
Whose glory gilds the heavens’ vast domain,
In radiant power, Your saints’ eternal light—
Come, Lord Jesus, swiftly now to reign!

With thunder’s call, the skies in splendor break,
Your heirs from wrath’s deep shadow You release,
All worlds bow low, Your holy name awake—
Come quickly, Christ, in triumph and in peace!

Rejoice In The Privilege Of Being Redeemed by Debbie Harris

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Every day is full of

ceaseless rejoicing

for the ultimate

privilege of being

miraculously redeemed!

Sonnet: The Lord Jesus Christ’s Call to Treasures of Victory and Peace in the Holy Bible’s Inerrant Truth by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, titled “The Lord Jesus Christ’s Call to Treasures of Victory and Peace in the Holy Bible’s Inerrant Truth,” contrasts the fleeting, deceptive words of humanity with the enduring, precious truth of God’s Word. It portrays Christ’s voice as a divine call, rich with treasures—diamonds, rubies, pearls, and emeralds—guiding the heart away from the shallow allure of worldly praise. While human acclaim fades like mist, the Holy Bible stands as an unwavering source of victory, comfort, and peace, illuminating a path through life’s darkness with its inerrant truth.



Let whispers gleam like diamonds from on high,
To guide the heart where mortal tongues deceive,
Their fleeting noise, though loud, shall dim and die,
While God’s bright rubies endless worth achieve.
The crowd may boast, with tinsel-glitter call,
Yet frail their shine, like dew on morning’s breath,
His voice, a pearl, outshines their shallow thrall,
An emerald glow that conquers sin and death.
For man’s acclaim, a bauble swayed by gust,
Fades fast as mist beneath the tempest’s might,
But Scripture’s wealth, in stillness, holds our trust,
A jewel-lit path through darkness into light.
And find thy victory, comfort, peace to claim,
In Holy Bible’s truth, not man’s acclaim.


A Frail Soul’s Fierce Love, Imperfect Still, Striving for Thy Light by Debbie Harris

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The poem expresses the speaker’s deep awareness of their own sinfulness and imperfection, which will persist until they reach heaven. Despite this frailty, they feel a fierce, burning love for the Lord and a longing to honor Him perfectly, never wanting to disappoint. The speaker acknowledges their inability to live flawlessly by their own strength, yet their spirit yearns to reject darkness and reflect God’s light. Through all their flaws and stumbles, they rely on divine grace to lift them, striving with all their heart to mirror the Lord until they are made perfect in eternity.


O Lord, my soul is frail, a sinner’s clay,
Imperfect still, till heaven’s gates I see,
Yet in my heart a fire burns each day,
A love so fierce, it longs to honor Thee.
The stains of sin, they mar my every deed,
No mortal strength can keep Thy words aright,
But oh, my spirit cries with fervent need,
To shun the dark and dwell within Thy light.
Though flaws persist, my will bends to Thy call,
I ache to please, to never bring Thee shame,
Through stumbles great and failures small,
Thy grace alone can lift this humble frame.
So till the skies part wide and I am free,
My heart shall strive, O Lord, to mirror Thee.

The Damascus Road: A Sinner’s Heart Reborn by Debbie Harris

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This sonnet portrays the dramatic conversion of Saul, a fierce persecutor of Christians, into Paul, a devoted apostle of Christ, highlighting heaven’s joy at his redemption. It begins with Saul’s zealous march to Damascus, intent on destruction, only to be halted by a blinding light and Christ’s voice confronting his persecution. The poem captures his transformation as pride falls away, replaced by humility and a new purpose under divine grace. The contrast between the fearful righteous and the rejoicing angels underscores the unexpected triumph of mercy. Inspired by Acts 9:3-6 (NIV): “As he neared Damascus on his journey, suddenly a light from heaven flashed around him. He fell to the ground and heard a voice say to him, ‘Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?’ ‘Who are you, Lord?’ Saul asked. ‘I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting,’ he replied,” the sonnet celebrates a sinner’s heart reborn into a legacy of faith.

A zealot strides, with breath of fire and sword,
To bind the faithful, crush their fragile plea,
Yet on the road, a blinding voice is roared,
“Who persecutes, now falls to bow to Me.”
The scales of pride, like armor, cloak his sight,
Till heaven’s beam dissolves his darkened will,
A trembling soul, once fierce, now bathed in light,
Surrenders all, his purpose to fulfill.
The righteous quake, their fears in whispers rise,
Yet angels sing, their anthem rends the air,
For one who scorned, now sees with opened eyes,
A vessel new, to bear Christ’s love and care.
From Saul to Paul, his chains of hate unwind,
In grace reborn, a saint for all mankind.

A Soul Reclaimed Amid The Shadows Of The Cross by Debbie Harris

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This sonnet celebrates the transformative power of grace through the story of the thief on the cross, who, in his final moments, turns to Christ for redemption. It portrays a condemned man, without hope or merit, finding salvation through a desperate plea for mercy. The imagery captures the darkness of Golgotha contrasted with the sudden joy in heaven—angels singing and divine celebration—as the thief is promised paradise. The poem highlights the immediacy of forgiveness, the disdain of the unrepentant, and the triumph of a soul redeemed at the brink of death. It draws inspiration from Luke 23:39-43 (NIV), particularly verse 43: “Jesus answered him, ‘Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise.’”

The sky grows dim, a thief in anguish hangs,
His life a thread, unraveling to dust,
Yet through the haze, a whispered hope he clangs,
To Christ, the King, in whom he dares to trust.
No deeds to boast, no time to mend his way,
A rasping plea escapes his broken breath,
“Remember me,” his fragile soul does pray,
And grace outpours to conquer sin and death.
The righteous mock, their voices cold and shrill,
Yet heaven stirs, its joy a sudden blaze,
For one lost heart, at Golgotha’s dread hill,
Finds paradise within the Savior’s gaze.
All angels sing, their chorus shakes the skies,
To Christ he soars, redeemed beyond the skies.

When Heaven Rejoices Over One Soul Redeemed by Debbie Harris

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This sonnet celebrates the profound joy in heaven when a single sinner repents and turns to Christ for redemption. It portrays a soul, once trapped in sin and shame, finding liberation through mercy and grace. The imagery highlights heaven’s jubilant response—angels singing and harps resounding—contrasting with the quiet fading of the righteous who need no repentance. The poem reflects the transformative power of faith, culminating in a restored life reclaimed by divine love. The poet draws inspiration from Luke 15:7 (NIV): “I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.”

The heavens still, a glow of dawn unfurls,
When one stray soul, once bound by sin’s dark tide,
Breaks free from shame, his contrite heart now hurls
To Christ, where boundless mercy does abide.
No storm condemns, no wrath descends to mar,
But harps resound, as angels lift their strain,
A wanderer kneels beneath redemption’s star,
And rises new, with neither spot nor stain.
The steadfast host, though righteous, softly fade,
Before this miracle of grace reborn—
A life once lost, in penitence remade,
Restored to love, no longer left forlorn.
All heaven sings, its joy a blazing flame,
For one repentant soul reclaims His name.

Hymn of the Breaking Day by Debbie Harris

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The poem “Hymn of the Breaking Day” celebrates the dawn as a symphony of birdsong, where sparrows, finches, cardinals, robins, wrens, blackbirds, and warblers blend their voices in a melodic awakening. As sunlight touches the earth, their chorus transforms the silence of night into a vibrant hymn, symbolizing the Creator’s praise and the day’s rebirth, culminating in a sacred song from the Creator’s embrace.

The dawn unspools its golden gleam,
A chorus stirs the fading dream.
Through misty leaves, the birds ascend,
Their symphony begins to bend.

The sparrow pipes a sprightly tune,
The finch replies beneath the moon.
The cardinal glows with crimson call,
A soaring note to lift us all.

The robin spins a silken lay,
The wrens let ripples dance and play.
Each wingbeat hums through waking skies,
A melody where beauty lies.

The trees sway soft, their branches sing,
A stage for every fluttering wing.
The blackbird pours a velvet plea,
The warbler threads sweet filigree.

Their voices weave, entwine, and soar,
A song the night could not restore.
As sunlight gilds the dewy earth,
Their anthem hails the day’s rebirth.

The world awakes in lilting grace,
A hymn from our Creator’s embrace.


The Paradox of Dust Made Royal by a Holy Whisper by Debbie Harris

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The poem, a 14-line journey from dust to royalty, explores the tension between human sinfulness and divine grace. It begins with humanity’s frail, fallen state—sinners stumbling in darkness, unable to escape their flaws. Yet, through a divine act of grace, symbolized by a “holy whisper” and “crimson” sacrifice, God redefines them, lifting them from shame to righteousness. The guilty are paradoxically crowned as royal heirs, their brokenness transformed by a love that defies reason, culminating in their identity as God’s pure royals through the cross.

Amid the dust of flesh, we stumble, frail,
All sinners born beneath a shadowed sky,
Our hearts, though bent, in secret faults comply,
A race adrift, where goodness seems to fail.
Yet through the dark, a holy whisper hails,
A King’s decree no mortal can deny—
In crimson grace, He lifts us up to fly,
His righteousness our brokenness unveils.

What paradox! The guilty crowned as heirs,
A royal line from ashes wrought anew,
Through sacrifice, our shame He gently bears.
The cross resolves what reason can’t construe—
A love so vast, it silences despair,
And bids us rise, His royals pure and true.