The Holy Condemnation of the Corrupt and Sinful Bonds Between Man with Man or Woman with Woman by Debbie Harris

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The Lord who shaped the heavens and the clay,
Did set His law in stone for all to heed,
A man with man or woman with woman’s sin,
An abomination scorning light of day.
His holy word, unyielding, stands to say,
Such acts defy the order He designed,
A twisted lust, corrupt in heart and mind,
That calls His wrath to burn the soul astray.
No mercy cloaks this vile and shameless fall,
For Sodom’s ash still whispers through the years,
A warning carved in fire and bitter tears,
To flee the path that mocks His righteous call.
Eternal eyes look down with sacred scorn,
And doom awaits where rebel hearts are torn.

The Defiance of Divine Order in Elevating Women to Pastoral Thrones by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, titled The Defiance of Divine Order in Elevating Women to Pastoral Thrones, portrays the appointment of women as pastors as an act of rebellion against God’s established order. It suggests that scripture, seen as divinely authored and historically upheld by apostolic tradition, reserves the pastoral role for men. The poem critiques those who reinterpret or defy this directive as prideful, risking spiritual chaos and the eternal peril of souls. It questions whether such defiance can be blessed or if it invites divine judgment, urging reflection on the consequences of challenging God’s will. This perspective is anchored in 1 Timothy 2:12 (KJV): “But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence,” framing the sonnet as a poetic meditation on adherence to traditional biblical roles.

What hubris dares to challenge sacred writ,
Where God’s own hand has carved the shepherd’s role?
To place a woman’s voice where men should sit,
Defies the law inscribed on heaven’s scroll.
The Word, unyielding, speaks through time’s great span,
Apostles set the church on rock, not sand,
Yet rebels twist the text to suit their plan,
And claim a right not given by His hand.
Does grace bend low to bless this bold revolt,
Or does it warn of pride’s eternal fall?
The flock may stray when order’s lines revolt,
A shepherd’s call turned chaos by the call.
So ponder deep this act against the throne,
To spurn God’s will leaves souls to stand alone.

A Meditation on the Worthlessness of Worldly Gain When the Soul Succumbs to the Greatest Tragedy of All—Hell Chosen Over Heaven’s Dawn by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, titled A Meditation on the Worthlessness of Worldly Gain When the Soul Succumbs to the Greatest Tragedy of All—Hell Chosen Over Heaven’s Dawn, explores the futility of pursuing worldly success at the expense of spiritual integrity. It questions the value of wealth, power, and acclaim—depicted as transient and hollow—when they come at the cost of inner peace and the soul’s eternal light. The poem warns that ambition can dim the soul’s flame, leaving one with a pyrrhic victory: the world gained, yet heaven forsaken for hell’s darkness. This echoes the biblical admonition in Mark 8:36 (KJV): “For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” The sonnet serves as a poetic reflection on this verse, urging readers to weigh the ultimate cost of their choices.

What profit lies in grasping all the earth,
The gold, the power, thrones of fleeting reign,
If in the chase you trade your spirit’s worth,
And find your soul adrift in dark refrain?
The world’s applause, a hollow, fleeting sound,
Its treasures rust, its glories fade to dust,
While inward peace, once lost, is rarely found,
A heart unbound by greed begins to rust.
For what is wealth if joy remains unseen?
What crown endures when love has slipped away?
The soul’s a flame no riches can redeem,
A light that dims beneath ambition’s sway.
So weigh the cost when all the world is won,
This tragedy of all—to choose hell over heaven’s sun.

Sonnet on the Constitution of the United States, a Covenant Based on Biblical Principles by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet celebrates the Constitution of the United States as a sacred document rooted in biblical principles, likening it to Moses’ law and a divine covenant. It praises the framers’ wisdom in crafting a system that protects liberty and justice through a balanced government, despite the nation’s past sins like slavery. The poem portrays the Constitution as a steadfast, heaven-inspired foundation—enduring through trials and guiding the people like a lamp—ultimately resting on God’s eternal authority.

A sacred writ, from godly wisdom sown,
Like Moses’ law, to free from Pharaoh’s rod,
In Philly’s hall, a seed of grace was grown,
A nation bound by covenant with God.
Its words defend the meek with righteous might,
The tongue to speak, the hand to bear its load,
Three branches stand, as pillars in His sight,
To keep the path where justice is bestowed.
Though sin once stained its past with chains and woe,
Through blood, it holds, a stone by heaven laid,
For in its heart, the Lord’s own truth does grow—
A lamp to light the flock that once was strayed.
O Constitution, forged in faith divine,
A rock to stand on God’s eternal throne.

The Demonic Ideology of Marxism Will Always Be Defeated by Jesus Christ King of Kings and Lord of Lords by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet portrays Marxists as agents of a demonic ideology, threading their influence through government to erase Jesus and the Bible from public life. They scorn His Word, replacing it with a cold, godless creed, and seek to silence His praise. Yet, Christ’s throne rises undeterred, shattering their schemes. Drawing from Philippians 2:10-11—“that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow… and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord”—the poem climaxes with all foes floored in terror, every knee bowing, and every tongue confessing Him as King and Lord, ensuring Marxism’s eternal defeat by the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

The Marxists weave their shadowed, crimson thread,
Through halls of power, cold and sternly wrought,
To banish Jesus, crowned in thorns and red,
His holy Word from public square they’ve sought.

The Bible’s pages, rich with truth divine,
They’d cast aside like leaves in autumn’s gust,
Replacing grace with doctrines serpentine,
A godless creed of steel and brittle dust.

Our precious Lord, once hailed on freedom’s stone,
Now veiled by hands that scorn His tender call,
They’d silence hymns with bureaucratic drone,
And bid the cross from every eye to fall.

Christ’s throne ascends, all foes in terror floored,
And confess Him King and Lord!

Spring Veil of White Petals, Christ’s Design by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet “Spring Veil of White Petals, Christ’s Design” envisions the white spring buds of trees—Bradford Pear, Dogwood, Crabapple, Plum, and Magnolia—as a wedding dress crafted by Christ. Each tree shapes the gown’s divine form: the Pear’s musky, bold petals, the Dogwood’s lace-like bracts with earthy sweetness, the Crabapple’s pearl-like blooms with crisp fragrance, and the Plum and Magnolia’s graceful, scented array. Rich in imagery, the poem fuses nature’s splendor with spiritual metaphor, portraying spring’s blossoms as a fragrant, radiant vestment of grace and renewal.

The Bradford Pear unfurls its snowy veil,
A bride adorned in petals, soft and bright,
Its fragrance spills, a musky, wild exhale,
A gown of spring, bold-stitched by heaven’s light.

The Dogwood bows, its bracts like lace outspread,
A savior’s touch in every creamy fold,
With hints of earth, a scent both sweet and dead,
A vestment pure, through crucifixion told.

Crabapple blooms, like pearls on silk, arise,
Their perfume dances, tender, crisp, and free,
A garment gleamed with dew-kissed, soft surprise,
Christ’s handiwork in floral filigree.

Plum and Magnolia join, their white array,
A wedding dress of grace that scents the day.


Sonnet: How The Love And Excellence Found In Jesus Christ Should Inspire True Beauty And Greatness In All The Arts by Debbie Harris

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From lofty domes that pierce the heavens wide,  
Their curves a testament to Christ’s pure light,  
A splendor born where mortal hands abide,  
To mirror grace in stone, both fair and bright.  

The poet’s quill, with ink of holy flame, Doth sing of Him whose love doth all inspire,  
While music lifts His everlasting name,  
A harmony to set the soul afire.  

In robes adorned with threads of sacred hue,  
The tailor crafts a garment for the King,  
Each stitch a prayer, each seam a truth anew,  
To clothe the world in beauty’s offering.  

So let true art, Christ-centered, sing His fame,  
For from His love flows excellence supreme.

A Tribute to My Family and Bob Jones University: A Culturally Rich, Brilliant, Christ-Centered University of Beauty Rare by Debbie Harris

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Summary of “A Tribute to My Family and Bob Jones University: A Culturally Rich, Brilliant, Christ-Centered University of Beauty Rare”
This Shakespearean sonnet is a heartfelt tribute to the poet’s family and their formative years at Bob Jones University, a culturally rich, brilliant, Christ-centered institution. Inspired by Psalm 16:6—”The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance”—the poem celebrates a childhood immersed in faith, intellect, and art. The poet honors their parents, radiant and wise professors, who shaped a vibrant campus life filled with daily sermons that echoed the Word, operas that lifted the spirit with heavenly refrains, and Shakespeare plays that revealed life’s grand and rare joys. The university’s unparalleled collection of Christ-centered art, described as a “gallery of grace,” illuminated the soul, revealing truth that inspired the heart to soar. From this sacred home, rooted in beauty and wisdom, the poet’s soul grew, inheriting a rich and true legacy.

The lines have fallen where the spirit thrives,
A campus steeped in faith where I was raised,
My parents, brilliant minds with radiant lives,
Professors whose deep wisdom earned them praise.
Each day the Word in sermons filled the air,
While operas soared with heaven’s grand refrain,
And Shakespeare’s plays, with wit beyond compare,
Unfolded life’s great joys both grand and rare.
The finest art, Christ-centered, graced our sight,
A gallery of grace, the world’s own best,
Where brush and soul in holy light unite,
To show the truth that bids the heart to soar.
From such a home, my soul took root and grew,
A legacy of beauty, rich and true.

The Lord Christ Jesus, the One True Light of the World Reigning in Celestial Splendor by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, titled “The Lord Christ Jesus, the One True Light of the World Reigning in Celestial Splendor”, magnifies Jesus Christ as the sole and sovereign light, inspired by John 8:12, where He proclaims, “I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life” (KJV). With imagery of solitary beams, purest fire, boundless streams, and golden glory, it presents Jesus as the radiant King whose brilliance cleaves through chaos, reflecting John 1:9: “That was the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world” (KJV). No rival gleam contends with His eternal dawn, which scatters darkness, as affirmed in John 1:5: “And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not” (KJV). The closing lines extol His free gift of salvation and reign, echoing Romans 6:23: “For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord” (KJV), crowning Him the world’s eternal gold—a majestic, unparalleled light that redeems and reigns supreme.

A solitary beam through chaos gleams,
The Lord Christ Jesus, light of purest fire,
No rival glow can match His boundless streams,
The world’s sole torch to lift us from the mire.

All lesser sparks dissolve before His blaze,
A radiant king whose brilliance knows no end,
Through midnight’s veil, His golden glory plays,
Eternal dawn in Him alone descends.

No lantern forged by man can hope to vie,
His luster floods the earth with heaven’s hue,
A star-borne splendor crowns the darkened sky,
The one true light that every shade subdues.

In Him, shadows flee, salvation’s gift is free,
Our Savior reigns, the world’s eternal gold.

The Luminance of Looking to the Lord Jesus Christ: Based on Psalm 34:5 by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, titled “The Luminance of Looking to the Lord Jesus Christ: Based on Psalm 34:5”, reflects the transformative power of gazing upon Jesus, inspired by Psalm 34:5: “Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame” (NIV). It portrays believers lifting their eyes to Christ, whose countenance shines like a boundless sun, igniting their souls with holy light. This radiance, likened to uncounted stars and a divine glow, banishes darkness and shame, fulfilling the promise of the verse. Through vivid imagery of beams, flames, and eternal light, the poem celebrates how looking to Jesus fills us with a pure, unshakable brilliance, making us reflections of His glory and completing our joy in Him.

As we to Jesus lift our longing sight,
His countenance a sun of boundless gleam,
Our souls ignite with sparks of holy light,
A dawn of glory streams in every beam.

Like stars uncounted, radiant we shine,
Reflecting rays no darkness can subdue,
His brilliance floods us with a glow divine,
A prismed grace through mortal veils breaks through.

No shadow dares to dim this sacred blaze,
For in His gaze, our spirits rise in flame,
A luster pure, beyond all earthly haze,
Illumines us who call upon His name.

Thus, fixed on Him, we glow through night’s retreat,
Eternal light our joy, our crown complete.