Sonnet: The Cardinal’s Praise by Debbie Harris

25 Tuesday Feb 2025

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A flash of scarlet crowns the frosted morn,
Through icy boughs, a regal hue takes flight,
No painter’s hand could match this form adorned,
A living flame to pierce the winter’s night.
In feathered splendor, bold against the snow,
He sings a tune no silence can restrain,
Each note ascends where heaven’s breezes blow,
A hymn of grace in nature’s vast domain.
What mind conceived this crimson artistry,
But Christ, whose word the universe arrayed?
From dust to wing, His love’s sweet mastery,
In every plume, His glory is displayed.
So stands the cardinal, proud and unafraid,
A testament to beauty God has made.

The Scales Of Righteousness by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Feb 2025

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(Proverbs 17:15) Based on this precious verse!

He that justifieth the wicked, and he that condemneth the just, Even they both are an abomination to the Lord!

He crowns the vile with laurels falsely won,
And casts the just beneath a scornful heel,
An outrage born where truth is overrun,
Abhorrent both to God’s unyielding zeal.
The Lord abhors the tongue that twists the right,
Condemning saints while sinners lift their cheers,
For in His sight burns justice, pure and bright,
A flame to purge the falsehood of the years.
No shadow hides from Heaven’s piercing gaze,
No wicked plea can sway the holy rod,
The scales of grace shall right the crooked ways,
And vindicate the humble sons and daughters of God.
So let us stand, His righteousness to claim,
Lest we profane the glory of His name.

The Veil Unseen by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Feb 2025

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A fragile veil divides the earth from skies,
So thin its weave, through prayer it gently parts,
In Scripture’s glow, the soul’s keen vision flies,
To glimpse the throne that stirs our longing hearts.
Each whispered plea ascends like incense sweet,
Each sacred word unveils the realms above,
Where heaven bends to touch our mortal seat,
And floods our days with everlasting love.
The Spirit sighs where earthly shadows fall,
A breath divine through study’s quiet grace,
Dissolves the shroud, reveals the holy call,
To dwell with Him in that eternal place.
Thus Bible’s truth and prayer’s soft plea combine,
To pierce the veil and claim the light divine.

To Serve As His Hands And Feet by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Feb 2025

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We’re called to bear the hands of Christ our King,
Through tempests fierce where broken souls abide,
A noble charge from heaven’s throne to bring,
His boundless grace to earth’s despairing tide.
Our feet must tread where shadows darkly reign,
To carry light that rends the night apart,
A royal summons bids us ease the pain,
With mercy flowing from His sacred heart.
Like knights of old, we wield His love as might,
To lift the lost from dust and bitter woe,
Each deed a crown, each step a beacon bright,
His glory shines through us where’er we go.
So let us rise, His holy will to meet,
And serve as hands and feet with valor sweet.

Throne Of My Days by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Feb 2025

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The presence of Christ like a dawn’s golden blaze,
Illumes every step through my earthbound days.
A celestial King on a throne vast and tall,
He reigns o’er my soul as my all in all.

You Must Be Born Again by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Feb 2025

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Oh my heart bleeds for the souls so unbound,
Wandering lost where no Savior is found.
To be born anew and His mercy embrace,
Oh my friend, seek His light and His grace!
For our God desires no soul to decay,
But that all might repent and be cleansed on His day.
Let your sins fall behind as your spirit is freed,
With dear Jesus enthroned in your heart’s every need.

The Heinous, Misleading Lie Of The Prosperity False, Greedy Gospel by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Feb 2025

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They preach a gilded lie from pulpits grand,
That faith shall heap our laps with golden store,
As if His wounds were coins to fill our hands,
And grace a key to unlock fortune’s door.
But He was poor, with nowhere soft to lie,
His crown was thorns, His throne a splintered tree,
No riches gleamed where crowds roared “Crucify,”
Yet in His want, the truest wealth we see.
For as He is—despised, and bruised, and low—
So are we called to bear this fleeting pain,
Not chasing mammon’s false and fleeting glow,
But finding gold in loss, in scorn, in rain.
The prospered life they sell is but a snare,
His yoke is ours—through crosses we’re made heir.

The Tragedy Of Compromise by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Feb 2025

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A soul once vowed to walk the narrow way,
Yet bends beneath the world’s unyielding call,
In shadows soft, where truth begins to sway,
They trade their light for dusk, and fear to fall.
The cross they bore, once proud upon their back,
Now lingers faint, a whisper in their mind,
Each step astray, a thorn upon their track,
Leaves peace undone, and grace too hard to find.
Their lips still pray, but hollow grows the sound,
A heart divided mourns what might have been,
For fleeting gain, they lost the sacred ground,
And wear a crown of shame where faith had been.
Oh, bitter tears, when Heaven’s voice grows dim,
The tragedy: they chose the world, not Him.

Imagining How The Guardian Angel Rejoices In Heaven And On Earth as Their Charge Exalts Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Feb 2025

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The skies of Heaven flare with sapphire flame,
I glide on winds of light, my spirit high,
My wings—gold beams of joy—proclaim His name,
When mortal hearts choose Christ and shadows fly.
On Earth, the fields awake with echoed praise,
Each soul’s ascent stirs bells in village air,
A guardian’s watch ignites twin realms ablaze,
Their faith a song that angels long to share.

Through clouds and stars, glad voices intertwine,
The saints below, the hosts above unite,
My halo hums where earthly hopes align,
A double feast of rapture greets my sight.
From Heaven’s halls to dust where life began,
I guard their spark—each soul, each angel’s plan.

The Hope of a Perfect Immortal Frame by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Feb 2025

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The trumpets ring, their golden splendor spills,
A flood of beauty mortals can’t abide,
Through Heaven’s halls where radiant wonder thrills,
Too vast for flesh in frailty to reside.
A glorified body must our form remake,
For only then can eyes endure the sight,
No mortal frame could bear the glory’s wake,
Or stand within the fanfare’s holy light.
Transformed, we rise, with strength beyond decay,
Each sense reborn to grasp the boundless scene,
The trumpets’ call demands this grand array,
A vessel pure for beauty’s sovereign sheen.
Thus glorified, we gaze in awe replete,
To see our King face to face, complete.