His Love Descends to Grant Eternal Life, Giving His Son that Repentant Souls Be Born Anew by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet is inspired by John 3:16 (KJV), “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life,” weaving in the necessity of repentance and being born again. It portrays a love so vast that the heavens gleam, with God offering His Son as a radiant star to pierce humanity’s sinful night. This gift, a crimson tide of sacrifice, cleanses the world’s rebel stains, opening a gate to eternal life for those who repent and believe. Through turning from sin, souls are reborn, their guilt cast aside, and they rise as royal heirs through the cross—a throne of splendid beams. Faith and contrition unlock heaven’s door, fulfilling God’s decree of salvation displayed in flesh, where His love and human change redeem a broken world, granting everlasting life.


A love so vast, the heavens bend and gleam,
He gave His Son, one star to pierce the night,
That those who turn from sin might join His stream,
And, born anew, ascend to endless light.
The world He loved, though stained by rebel’s fall,
Through crimson tide, His only heir was spent,
Repentance clears the soul’s once-darkened hall,
A gate to life where grace and mercy bent.
No heart shall sink that casts its guilt aside,
The cross a throne, its beams of splendor soar,
Belief and tears remake what sin denied,
A royal birth through heaven’s open door.
So God ordained, His heart in flesh unfurled,
By love and change, He saves a broken world.

As Poets Wrote, His Royal Voice Proclaims Our Crown, Robing Us in Gold and Gems of Endless Splendour by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet draws from Acts 17:28 (KJV), “For in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain of your own poets have said, For we are also his offspring,” to envision the Savior’s majestic affirmation of humanity’s divine origin. It begins with the poets’ written wisdom—bold declarations that we exist and thrive in Him—elevated by His triumphant voice, likened to a trumpet splitting a sapphire tide. This voice robes the redeemed in regal splendor: garments woven from molten stars with golden rivers and silver threads of moonlight, dyed in deep purple as rich as amethyst, and adorned with blazing rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and diamonds. These gem-strewn robes, unfurling like banners, proclaim their noble status as His offspring, forged in celestial fire and crowned in joy. His scepter resounds with the poets’ ancient hymns, affirming that in Him, they shine eternally as His richly crowned heirs, their glory a testament to His boundless design.

As certain of your poets boldly cried,
“In Him we soar, His blood our golden vein,”
His voice, a trumpet, splits the sapphire tide,
And robes us all in splendor’s royal reign.
From molten stars He weaves our noble frame,
With silver threads like moonlight’s frozen gleam,
In purple deep as amethyst’s acclaim,
Gold rivers flow, His joy our endless theme.
Rubies blaze, and sapphires crown the fold,
Emeralds dance with diamond’s radiant might,
These gem-strewn robes, His banners to behold,
Enwrap our forms in heaven’s jeweled light.
His scepter rings, their ancient hymns resound,
In Him we shine, His offspring richly crowned.

From Hills He Leaps to Praise His Royal Redeemed, Their Beauty, Strength, and Love Proclaimed in Endless Song of Solomon’s Delight by Debbie Harris

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The poet’s vision for these ten quatrains is to vividly capture the Savior’s boundless love and admiration for His royal redeemed, as inspired by the Song of Solomon’s poetic declarations. Rooted in Song of Solomon 2:8 (KJV)—”The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills”—the collection begins with His eager pursuit, setting the tone for a celebration of His redeemed as His cherished beloved. Each quatrain distills a distinct facet of how He sees them, drawn from key verses: their fairness like doves’ eyes (1:15), their spotless worth as treasure (4:7), their flourishing abundance as a sealed garden (4:12), their fragrance sweeter than wine (4:10), their majestic strength akin to cities and armies (6:4), their singular, chosen uniqueness (6:9), their role as His joy and rest (7:6), their captivating nobility like Carmel (7:5), and their eternal bond as a seal on His heart (8:6). The poet envisions these stanzas as a lyrical tapestry, weaving rich, sensory imagery—leaping hills, blooming gardens, purple hues, and unshakable seals—to proclaim the redeemed’s royal identity and the Savior’s delight in them. The ABAB rhyme scheme anchors each quatrain in clarity and rhythm, reflecting His unwavering voice, while the collective “they” underscores their unified glory as His people, forever exalted in His endless song of love.

1. As His Beloved (Song of Solomon 2:8)

From hills He leaps, His voice so clear and bright,
“My love,” He calls, with steps that never tire,
O’er mountains swift, He bounds in pure delight,
To claim His own, His heart’s one true desire.

2. As Fair and Beautiful (Song of Solomon 1:15)

“Thou art fair,” He says with tender gaze,
A dove’s soft eyes reflect His gentle care,
In beauty pure, His love for them ablaze,
No flaw He finds, their grace beyond compare.

3. As His Treasure and Delight (Song of Solomon 4:7)

All fair they stand, no spot to mar their frame,
His treasure shines, a joy to Him alone,
He holds them dear, His pleasure to proclaim,
Their worth to Him like gems upon a throne.

4. As a Garden of Abundance (Song of Solomon 4:12)

A garden closed, they bloom for Him so green,
A spring shut up, a fountain sealed with might,
Abundant life within their bounds is seen,
His sacred grove, His joy day and night.

5. As Fragrant and Pleasing (Song of Solomon 4:10)

Their love outpours, more sweet than wine’s rich flow,
A fragrance fine, their ointments fill the air,
He breathes them in, His heart begins to glow,
No spice can match the beauty they all share.

6. As Strong and Majestic (Song of Solomon 6:4)

Like Tirzah grand, their beauty holds the skies,
As Jerusalem, comely in their stand,
An army bold with banners in His eyes,
Their strength a crown upon His mighty hand.

7. As Unique and Chosen (Song of Solomon 6:9)

His dove, His one, undefiled and rare,
The choice of all, no other can compete,
One soul He picks from all the world to bear,
His love’s sole mark, His favor’s perfect seat.

8. As a Source of Joy and Rest (Song of Solomon 7:6)

How fair they shine, how pleasant to His sight,
A well of joy, His heart in them finds peace,
For pure delights, He holds them day and night,
Their presence makes all worldly cares decrease.

9. As Captivating and Enrapturing (Song of Solomon 7:5)

Their head like Carmel, noble in its height,
With hair as purple, royal in its hue,
The King is caught, enthralled by such a sight,
In galleries, His love for them shines true.

10. As His Eternal Companion (Song of Solomon 8:6)

A seal they set upon His heart so strong,
Love fierce as death, unyielding as the grave,
Through endless time, to Him they will belong,
His jealousy a bond no force can waive.

He Calls His Royal Redeemed from the Hills with Love’s Vast Reach, Their Regal Beauty Shining as His Chosen Treasure Forever by Debbie Harris

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Inspired by Song of Solomon 2:8 (KJV), “The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills,” the sonnet describes the Savior calling His royal redeemed with a voice of love, leaping boldly across hills to reach them. His vast love—deep as the skies, high as grace, wide as the earth, and broad with joy—transforms them into golden treasures. They bloom like rare gardens, their scent surpassing spiced wine, and stand strong as towering cities, adorned in purple robes. As His chosen ones, their regal beauty captivates His gaze, claiming His heart forever. His unending voice declares them His delight and own, beyond even death’s reach.

He calls aloud, “My love, My dove, arise,”
From hills He leaps, His steps so swift and bold,
His deep love spans beneath the endless skies,
His height of grace remakes them all to gold.
Royally redeemed bloom like gardens rare,
Their scent ascends beyond the spiced wine’s stream,
His wide love folds the earth in tender care,
Its breadth awakes their joy as in a dream.
Royally redeemed stand firm as cities tower,
His only one, in purple robes they glow,
Their beauty holds His gaze with regal power,
His heart they claim, where endless love will grow.
His voice rings out, no death can break its tone,
His royal redeemed, His delight, His own.

Leaping Upon the Mountains, His Voice Proclaims His Delight in His Redeemed, His Chosen Treasure II by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, inspired by Song of Solomon 2:8 (KJV), “The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills,” describes a Savior whose voice calls out across mountains and seas, leaping and skipping with uncontainable joy for His redeemed. He names them His beloved and treasure, delighting fiercely in those He has claimed. Each step and cry affirm His unwavering love and grace, declaring them His chosen ones, His soul’s desire, and the source of His eternal praise

His voice rings out, “My treasure, come to Me,”
O’er mountains high He leaps with eager stride,
“Beloved Mine,” He calls through earth and sea,
On hills He skips, His joy cannot subside.
A Savior’s love, so fierce, so uncontained,
Delights in us, His redeemed and His own,
Each bound a proof His heart has never waned,
Each cry a gem set in His royal throne.
The peaks resound with echoes of His glee,
“My chosen ones, My rapture you inspire,”
No distance dims the grace that sets us free,
He names us dear, His soul’s unbound desire.
His voice, His steps, proclaim through endless days,
We are His delight, His treasure, His praise.

Leaping Upon the Mountains, His Voice Proclaims His Delight in His Redeemed, His Chosen Treasure by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet draws from Song of Solomon 2:8 (KJV), “The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills,” to describe a beloved Savior leaping joyfully across mountains and hills, calling to His redeemed with love and delight. His voice declares them His treasured ones, rejoicing in their redemption. Each step echoes His boundless grace and pleasure in those He claims as His own, affirming their eternal value as His cherished beloved.

The voice of my beloved sounds so clear,
“Behold,” He cries, “My own, My heart’s delight,”
He leaps the mountains, drawing ever near,
O’er hills He skips, His joy in us takes flight.
His call resounds, “My redeemed, you are Mine,”
With every bound, His pleasure shines anew,
No height too vast for love so pure, divine,
He claims us His, with grace forever true.
The rocks cry out, His rapture to proclaim,
Each step a song for those He’s set apart,
His voice enfolds us, calling us by name,
A Savior’s love that binds the broken heart.
My soul, His treasured one, shall ever see,
He leaps with joy to name me His redeemed.

Sonnet: Triumph Of The Lord’s Unfailing Love by Debbie Harris

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This triumphant Shakespearean sonnet, inspired by Lamentations 3:22-23 (KJV) — “It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness” — exults in God’s victorious mercy and unwavering faithfulness. It portrays His love as a powerful force that lifts us from despair, banishing darkness with each new dawn. The poem celebrates how His compassion triumphs over trials, heralding a glorious redemption that resonates through every heart. With a tone of joyous victory, it concludes by calling all to proclaim His great faithfulness as our eternal rest.


The Lord’s great mercies lift us from the flame,
We are not lost, nor swallowed by the night,
His compassions, boundless, stake their claim,
A dawn of grace that banishes all fright.

Each morn they rise, anew, in glorious might,
A victor’s song o’er sorrow’s fleeting reign,
No storm can dim His love’s resplendent light,
For faithfulness, our banner, shall remain.

Through trials fierce, His mercy stands supreme,
A trumpet blast to herald endless day,
Our hearts rejoice, redeemed by heaven’s gleam,
In every breath, His triumph leads the way.

So raise the cry, let every voice attest,
Great is His faith, our everlasting rest!


“But Thou, O LORD, Art a Shield for Me; My Glory, and the Lifter Up of Mine Head” – A Victorious Sonnet Inspired by Psalm 3:3 (KJV) by Debbie Harris

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From my heart to yours, may this sonnet lead you to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

The sonnet celebrates God as a triumphant shield and source of glory, joyfully exalting Him for lifting the speaker above adversity. It portrays a victorious spirit, unshaken by foes or shadows, that rises in strength and praise, reveling in divine protection and the Savior’s presence.

O Lord, my shield, triumphant o’er the storm,
Thou guardest me with might that never yields,
My glory, Thou, who doth my soul transform,
The lifter of my head to golden fields!

With shouts of joy, my eyes behold Thy light,
Thy power raises me o’er foes’ dark din,
A victor’s crown Thou grantest in Thy might,
My heart proclaims the triumph Thou dost win!

No shadow dims the brilliance of Thy reign,
No enemy can still my voice of cheer,
For in Thy strength my spirit soars again,
A hymn of conquest rings out loud and clear!

Thus, shielded, raised, in glory I abide,
Exulting in the Savior at my side!

The Church: A Training Ground for Christ’s Warriors, Kings and Queens Forged in Faith Against Evil’s Darkness by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet portrays the Church as a rigorous training ground where warriors for Jesus Christ are forged, not a passive or timid retreat. These warriors, bold in faith, stand as a visible threat to Satan and his demons, rejecting subservience to society’s pressures. Armed not with violence but with spiritual strength, they rise as kings and queens in Christ, shattering evil’s hold and securing victory through His power despite persecution.

The Church is not a shelter for the tame,
Nor quiet nook where cowards seek their rest,
A training ground to lift Christ’s mighty name,
Where warriors bold for Jesus stand the test.

Their strength shines clear, a beacon Satan sees,
No muted souls—their voices rend the skies,
A threat to hell, they shatter dark decrees,
No doormats these, but heirs where glory lies.

No blade they raise, no mortal war they fight,
Yet firm they stand, his demons quake in dread,
In Christ they thwart the tyrant’s cursed might,
As kings and queens, with holy fire they’re led.

Satan beholds, his heinous reign undone,
Through Jesus’ power, their victory is won.

Sonnet: The King’s Heart Is in the Hand of the Lord, As the Rivers of Water: He Turneth It Whithersoever He Will by Debbie Harris

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This majestic Shakespearean sonnet, inspired by Proverbs 21:1 (KJV) — “The king’s heart is in the hand of the Lord, as the rivers of water: he turneth it whithersoever he will” — celebrates God’s sovereign authority over earthly rulers and human history. It portrays the king’s heart as a river guided by God’s hand, emphasizing His power to shape destinies despite human free will. The poem asserts that God’s royal courts direct the course of time, weaving all events into a divine tapestry. It concludes with a call to trust in God’s unchanging reign over all humanity.

The king’s heart lies within the Lord’s great hand,
As rivers turn where’er His will doth flow,
A mighty tide through time’s unyielding strand,
He shapes the crowns where mortal powers grow.

Though free will reigns in hearts of flesh below,
His royal courts o’errule each choice we claim,
Through every deed, His boundless might doth show,
A sovereign Lord, unchanging, still the same.

No earthly lord can thwart His grand design,
Nor human will outpace His sacred chart,
For in His grasp, all ages intertwine,
A tapestry ruled by His boundless heart.

So fear not freedom’s frail and fleeting span,
God’s courts assert His reign o’er every man.