From Dust and Frailty to the Gem-Studded Garments of Salvation: A Hymn of Divine Clothing and Holy Awe by Debbie Harris

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Note to the Reader from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In the quiet tension between creaturely frailty and divine generosity, this hymn was conceived. We stand perpetually before the paradox Scripture never lets us escape: we are dust — fragile, fleeting, marked by the fractures of original and ongoing sin — and yet the same Creator who fashioned us from the ground now stoops to array that very dust in garments of celestial splendor.

The poem does not merely celebrate a theological idea; it traces a transformative arc that mirrors the gospel itself. From the scattering wind of Psalm 103:14 and the weakness confessed in 2 Corinthians 12:9, through the empowering mercy of Isaiah 40 and the jeweled bridal splendor of Isaiah 61:10, it presses toward the astonishing promise of 2 Peter 1:4 — that we might become partakers of the divine nature. Each stanza is an act of remembrance and aspiration: remembering our low estate so that we might more fully adore the height of His condescension.

The gem-studded robe is no ornamental fancy. It is the righteousness of Christ, woven on heaven’s loom, encrusted with the blood-red ruby of atonement, the sapphire depths of unfailing grace, the emerald hope of resurrection life, and the diamond fire of covenant fidelity. To wear it is to walk in holy servanthood — yoked yet free, bowed yet exalted, weak yet wielding uncreated light.

May these lines not merely be read, but prayed. Speak them slowly in your secret place. Let the weight of your own dust press you deeper into the mercy that clothes you. Let the imagery carry you past sentiment into awe — speechless, trembling, joyful awe — before the throne where the Lamb slain stands worthy.

For the God who remembers we are dust has never forgotten us. He has clothed us instead, and called us His own.

With bowed heart and lifted eyes,

The Poet

Scriptural Foundation

Psalm 103:14 – We are dust

KJV: “For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.”

NIV: “For he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.”

AMP: “For He knows our [mortal] frame; He remembers that we are [merely] dust.”

2 Corinthians 12:9 – Strength in weakness

KJV: “And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.”

NIV: “But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’”

AMP: “But He has said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you [My lovingkindness and My mercy are more than enough—always available—regardless of the situation]; for [My] power is being perfected [and is completed and shows itself most effectively] in [your] weakness.’”

Isaiah 40:29 – Power to the faint

KJV: “He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.”

NIV: “He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.”

AMP: “He gives strength to the weary, And to him who has no might He increases power.”

Isaiah 61:10 – Garments of salvation and robe of righteousness

KJV: “I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels.”

NIV: “I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.”

AMP: “I will rejoice greatly in the LORD, My soul will exult in my God; For He has clothed me with garments of salvation, He has covered me with a robe of righteousness, As a bridegroom puts on a turban, And as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.”

2 Peter 1:4 – Partakers of the divine nature

KJV: “Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature…”

NIV: “Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature…”

AMP: “For by these He has bestowed on us His precious and magnificent promises [of inexpressible value], so that by them you may… become sharers of the divine nature.”

O Lord, we are but dust the wind may strew,

Frail clay unformed, by sin’s dark tempest torn,

Yet from Thy throne where living mercies dew,

Thy hand descends — and we, once lost, are born.

Thy strength, a flame that leaps through shadowed veins,

Arrays our tatters in celestial white;

The yoke of holy service gently reigns,

And lifts the bowed to wield unyielding light.

No more the slave beneath the fleshly rod,

We stand enrobed in righteousness divine —

A garment vast, by heaven’s own shuttle shod,

With jewels blazing where Thy glories shine.

See rubies red as covenantal blood,

Sapphires deep as oceans of Thy grace;

Emeralds green with hope’s eternal flood,

And pearls like tears that washed the sinner’s face.

Amethysts of awe crown every seam,

Diamonds of pardon flash with sovereign fire;

Upon the hem where healing virtues stream,

The living waters spark in ceaseless choir.

Before Thy throne we bow, in dust made bold,

Adoring hearts too vast for tongue to tell;

In speechless awe Thy righteousness behold,

And join the ransomed in their triumph swell.

Though dust we be, and frailty our first name,

Thy servant-power makes kings of earthen clods;

Clad in salvation’s jewel-woven flame,

We rise, redeemed — partakers of our God.

Glory to the Lamb who clothes the lost!

Delight in the Royally Redeemed: A Poetic Meditation on Psalm 16 and the Royal Priesthood of Believers by Debbie Harris

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Psalm 16:3-4 (KJV)

As for the saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent, in whom is all my delight.

Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another god: their drink offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take up their names into my lips.

Psalm 16:3-4 (NIV)

I say of the holy people who are in the land,

“They are the noble ones in whom is all my delight.”

Those who run after other gods will suffer more and more.

I will not pour out libations of blood to such gods

or take up their names on my lips.

Psalm 16:3-4 (AMP)

As for the saints (godly people) who are in the land,

They are the majestic and the noble and the excellent ones in whom is all my delight.

The sorrows [pain and suffering] of those who have chosen another god will be multiplied [because of their idolatry];

I will not pour out their drink offerings of blood,

Nor will I take their names upon my lips.

1 Peter 2:9 (KJV)

But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light.

1 Peter 2:9 (NIV)

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.

1 Peter 2:9 (AMP)

But you are A CHOSEN RACE, A royal PRIESTHOOD, A CONSECRATED NATION, A [special] PEOPLE FOR God’s OWN POSSESSION, so that you may proclaim the excellencies [the wonderful deeds and virtues and perfections] of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light.

Dear Reader,

In the quiet tension between ancient covenant and present exile, this poem was born—not as mere ornament, but as an act of re-seeing. Psalm 16 unveils a profound paradox: the psalmist’s delight is not first in abstract divinity, but in the concrete, embodied community of the saints—those majestic, noble, and excellent ones who bear the scars and splendor of redemption. When Peter later declares us a royal priesthood, he does not invent a new identity; he unfolds what David glimpsed. The “royally redeemed” are no romantic ideal. They are flesh-and-blood bearers of divine kingship, purchased at infinite cost, set apart amid a world that still bows to bloodless yet deadly idols: power, spectacle, self, certainty, distraction.

To delight in them is an act of spiritual resistance and profound joy. It is to choose the excellent over the easy, the rooted cedar over the fleeting vine, the star-cluster of holy kinship over the isolated glow of false gods. The poem lingers in this tension because our age multiplies sorrows precisely where David warned—through frantic pursuit of lesser loves that promise everything and deliver chains. Yet in the company of the royally redeemed, sorrow is transfigured; majesty emerges not despite the storm but through it.

May these lines invite you not only to admire beauty, but to inhabit it—to recognize your own royal bearing, to cleave to the noble ones around you, and to refuse, with quiet defiance, every name that would steal your tongue and heart. In their light, we taste already the Kingdom that is coming, where delight is no longer contested but complete.

With reverence for the Word and wonder at the saints,

The Poet

In realms where covenantal glory gleams,

The royally redeemed arise in splendor bright,

As ancient cedars robed in heaven’s light,

Majestic pillars carved by sovereign hands.

Noble in bearing, excellent in grace,

They stand as jewels upon the sacred crown,

A royal priesthood, ransomed from the night,

In whom the psalmist’s deepest joys abound.

Their footsteps trace the paths of covenant love,

Like rivers carving valleys rich with life;

Redeemed by blood far purer than the stain

Of idol altars drenched in crimson rite.

He sees their worth as stars in clustered throng,

A holy nation bathed in royal hue,

Excellent souls whose light dispels the gloom,

And draws his heart in glad, unwavering tune.

Yet swift the shadows claim the errant soul

Who hastens after gods of dust and gold;

Their sorrows swell as tempests rend the plain,

Like thorns that choke the once-fertile field.

He turns from crimson cups that bleed for naught,

Nor lifts their shadowed names upon his tongue,

Lest chains of darkness bind the spirit’s flight

And mar the royal song of true delight.

O royally redeemed, majestic band,

You shine as beacons on the pilgrim’s way—

Noble in trial, excellent in faith,

A fellowship where living waters play.

Through tempests fierce and valleys veiled in shade,

Your rooted strength upholds the chosen few;

The psalmist cleaves to you with steadfast gaze,

Where truth endures and grace forever reigns.

Thus blooms the ancient verse in timeless fire,

A hymn to loyalty’s unyielding flame:

The heart that rests in holy kin refined

Rejects the hollow lure of fleeting fame.

In you, O royally redeemed and bright,

Majestic, noble, excellent and true,

The singer finds his purest, holiest light—

A foretaste of the Kingdom ever new.

What the Lord Truly Requires: Loving Mercy That Embraces Truth, Rejects Deception, and Calls All to Eternal Redemption by Debbie Harris

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Micah 6:8 (KJV)

He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?

Micah 6:8 (AMP)

He has told you, O man, what is good; And what does the LORD require of you Except to be just, and to love [and to diligently practice] kindness (compassion), And to walk humbly with your God [setting aside any overconfident trust in your own power]?

Ephesians 4:15 (KJV)

But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ.

Ephesians 4:15 (AMP)

But speaking the truth in love [in all things—both our speech and our lives expressing His truth], let us grow up in all things into Him [following His example], who is the Head—Christ.

2 Peter 3:9 (KJV)

The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.

2 Peter 3:9 (AMP)

The Lord does not delay [as though He were unable to act] and is not slow about His promise, as some count slowness, but is [extraordinarily] patient toward you, not wishing for any to perish but for all to come to repentance.

Ezekiel 33:11 (KJV)

Say unto them, As I live, saith the Lord GOD, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked; but that the wicked turn from his way and live: turn ye, turn ye from your evil ways; for why will ye die, O house of Israel?

John 8:32 (KJV)

And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.

John 14:6 (KJV)

Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

1 Timothy 2:3-4 (KJV)

For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Saviour; Who will have all men to be saved, and to come unto the knowledge of the truth.

Beloved reader, true mercy is no shallow sentiment or convenient silence that shields the soul from holy confrontation. It is the profound fusion of unflinching truth and unwavering love, the very heartbeat of the Divine requirement laid bare in Micah 6:8. To love mercy is not to soften justice or dilute conviction, but to wield truth as a surgeon’s blade—cutting away deception so that real healing and restoration may emerge. It echoes the apostle’s call to speak the truth in love, maturing us into Christ Himself, while reflecting the Father’s longsuffering heart that desires none to perish but all to embrace repentance and life.

In this sacred tension, mercy refuses the lie of false tolerance that leaves sinners slumbering toward destruction; instead, it shines the unyielding light of Christ—the Way, the Truth, and the Life—inviting every heart to freedom, transformation, and eternal communion with God. It yearns for God’s highest good for all: not mere happiness, but salvation, holiness, and humble fellowship with the Creator. May these verses and the lines that follow stir within you a deeper hunger to embody this costly, redemptive mercy: courageous enough to confront, compassionate enough to restore, and Christ-centered enough to point always toward the cross where justice and mercy kissed.

What doth the Lord require, O mortal man?

To do justly, love mercy’s truthful hand,

And walk humbly where His footsteps ran—

For mercy speaks the truth, yet takes its stand.

Not soft deceit that lets the sinner sleep,

But light that wounds to heal, and calls to rise;

True mercy longs for all God’s best to keep—

Salvation’s gift, where grace and justice rise.

He wills not one should perish in the night,

But turns to life through truth that sets us free;

Compassion clothes the soul in heaven’s light,

And bids the lost: “Come home and live in Me.”

Thus mercy, truth, and humble faith entwine—

The path of life, the will of the Divine

Be Like the Bereans – Testing Every Word Against Eternal Truth by Debbie Harris

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Dear Reader,

In a world loud with opinions, quick answers, and shallow soundbites, the ancient Bereans stand as a quiet, shining rebuke. They did not swallow teaching whole simply because it came from an apostle’s lips. Instead, they opened the Scriptures daily with eager, honest hearts and tested every claim against the unchanging truth of God’s Word.

This poem is my humble invitation for you to join their noble company. May these verses stir in you a fresh hunger—not for mere knowledge, but for verified, living truth. Faith is never meant to be blind; it is meant to be examined, rooted, and radiant.

Wherever you are on your journey, I pray you will dare to be Berean. Open the Book. Test the words. Seek until you find. The treasure is worth every diligent hour.

With hope and prayer,

The Poet

Acts 17:11

KJV (King James Version):

These were more noble than those in Thessalonica, in that they received the word with all readiness of mind, and searched the scriptures daily, whether those things were so.

NIV (New International Version):

Now the Berean Jews were of more noble character than those in Thessalonica, for they received the message with great eagerness and examined the Scriptures every day to see if what Paul said was true.

AMP (Amplified Bible):

Now these people were more noble and open-minded than those in Thessalonica, so they received the message [of salvation through faith in the Christ] with great eagerness, examining the Scriptures daily to see if these things were so.

ESV (English Standard Version):

Now these Jews were more noble than those in Thessalonica; they received the word with all eagerness, examining the Scriptures daily to see if these things were so.

In ancient Berea, where wisdom held sway,

A noble folk gathered at break of each day.

Not swift to believe what the preacher proclaimed,

But eager they listened, their hearts unashamed.

With scrolls unrolled under the sun’s golden light,

They tested each word against truth’s holy might.

No blind faith for them, no mere echo or guess—

They searched the old writings with diligent press.

More noble than those in Thessalonica’s throng,

Who heard without proving, and wandered along.

O seeker today, let your spirit arise—

Be noble like them: test all claims with clear eyes!

Will you open the Scriptures with zeal every morn,

Examine each teaching till truth is reborn?

Dare to be Berean—make faith a pursuit,

Or drift with the crowd in untested dispute?

The Sovereign Stirring of the Remnant Spirits: A Classical Ode on Haggai 1:14 and the Triune God’s Call to Holy Labor in These Latter Days by Debbie Harris

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Dear Reader,

A note from the poet:

In the quiet hours when the words of Haggai fell fresh upon my heart, I saw not merely ancient stones rising again in Jerusalem, but the living temple of every soul stirred by the same unchanging God. This ode is born of wonder—that the Triune God still moves with sovereign breath today, awakening slumbering zeal and turning weary hands to holy labor. May these lines be no mere verse, but a mirror and a trumpet: look within, listen closely, and answer the stirring.

The same Spirit who roused Zerubbabel and Joshua waits to rouse you.

With reverence and hope,

The Poet

Haggai 1:14

King James Version (KJV)

And the LORD stirred up the spirit of Zerubbabel the son of Shealtiel, governor of Judah, and the spirit of Joshua the son of Josedech, the high priest, and the spirit of all the remnant of the people; and they came and did work in the house of the LORD of hosts, their God.

English Standard Version (ESV)

And the LORD stirred up the spirit of Zerubbabel the son of Shealtiel, governor of Judah, and the spirit of Joshua the son of Jehozadak, the high priest, and the spirit of all the remnant of the people. And they came and worked on the house of the LORD of hosts, their God.

New International Version (NIV)

So the LORD stirred up the spirit of Zerubbabel son of Shealtiel, governor of Judah, and the spirit of Joshua son of Jozadak, the high priest, and the spirit of the whole remnant of the people. They came and began to work on the house of the LORD Almighty, their God.

New American Standard Bible (NASB)

So the LORD stirred up the spirit of Zerubbabel the son of Shealtiel, governor of Judah, and the spirit of Joshua the son of Jehozadak, the high priest, and the spirit of all the remnant of the people; and they came and worked on the house of the LORD of hosts, their God.

New King James Version (NKJV)

So the LORD stirred up the spirit of Zerubbabel the son of Shealtiel, governor of Judah, and the spirit of Joshua the son of Jehozadak, the high priest, and the spirit of all the remnant of the people; and they came and worked on the house of the LORD of hosts, their God.

When Cyrus’ edict opened prison gates

And remnant trod the long Judean road,

Yet sloth and cedar-paneled homes await

While Zion’s holy house in ruin showed—

Then rose the prophet’s voice like trumpet blast:

“Consider well your ways!” The people heard.

Obedience kindled, yet the work stood fast

Till sovereign breath descended, undeterred.

The Lord Himself stirred up Zerubbabel’s fire,

And Joshua the priest, and every heart

Of those who lingered in the dust and briar—

A rushing wind that bade the stones depart.

No mortal zeal alone could raise the frame;

’Twas God who moved within, and overcame.

Thus, in these latter days, O soul, give ear:

What has the Triune God through His blest Spirit

Stirred up in thee to build, to mend, to rear

For Father, Son, and Holy Ghost—thy merit?

A life laid down? A gospel torch held high?

A temple not of stone, but living cry?

The challenge stands:

Search deep thy wakened breast this very hour—

What holy labor, what surrendered power,

Has God through His own Spirit stirred in you

To glorify our blessed Triune God?

Arise and build. The time is now.

Progressivism: The Serpent’s New Gospel – Satan Repackaged in Eden’s Shadow by Debbie Harris

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Dear Reader,

I write not from hatred, but from a heart heavy with alarm. In an age that flatters itself as enlightened, we have traded the ancient light of Christ for a glittering counterfeit. What parades as compassion and justice is, I believe, the oldest lie in new robes: the serpent’s whisper that power, not sin, defines us; that mercy is weakness; and that the “oppressor” must be crushed rather than redeemed.

This poem is a cry of warning. Progressivism, with its Critical Theory lens and oppressor/oppressed gospel, does not merely err—it inverts the Christian order. Where Scripture calls every soul fallen and redeemable, this ideology declares entire classes of people inherently guilty by birth. Where the Cross offers grace and persuasion, it demands rage and revolution. Where Christ says “love your enemies,” it teaches “by any means necessary.”

The bullet that silenced Charlie Kirk was not an anomaly but a logical fruit. When you paint your neighbor as evil incarnate, the moral path becomes elimination, not argument. I do not claim perfection for any political tribe—sin runs through us all—but I do claim this: the spirit now animating much of the modern Left is not progressive but regressive, a return to the ancient rebellion in Eden.

If these lines sting, let them. Let them drive you back to the Word, to prayer, and to the Lion of Judah who still roars that the gates of hell shall not prevail. Repentance remains possible. Truth still liberates. But only if we name the darkness for what it is.

With urgent concern and abiding hope in Christ,

The Poet

Genesis 3:1,4-5

Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden? … 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.

Isaiah 5:20

Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!

2 Corinthians 11:14

And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.

Matthew 7:15

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.

Matthew 11:28

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

Matthew 16:18

And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.

Matthew 5:44 (for the contrast with loving enemies)

But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;

In Eden’s hush the serpent spoke once more,

Not apple offered, but a poisoned creed:

“Oppressor, oppressed”—his ancient, iron law,

Dividing souls by blood, by skin, by seed.

No common fall in Adam’s guilty race,

But birthmarks branded: White and male accursed.

The Cross grows dim beneath this new disgrace—

For mercy weakens what pure power thirsts.

Thus Lucifer, in rainbow robes arrayed,

Preaches equity as heaven’s own decree.

“By any means,” his legions cry, unswayed,

“Burn cities down, punch Nazis, set them free!”

No erring brother here to win with grace,

But “literal Hitler,” fascist, mortal foe.

The bullet sings where sermons held their place—

For evil dies, and only blood can sow.

He twists the Book, perverts its every line:

“Love not thy foe, but crush the Philistine.”

The family fractures, gender bends divine,

The child laid bare on altars serpentine.

Envy wears justice like a stolen crown,

While borders tumble, Babel’s sin denied.

Truth becomes violence when it pulls them down,

And churches kneel where pride parades abide.

This is the Beast in scholar’s garb disguised,

False prophet rising with the dragon’s eyes.

It forges guilt from air, then hunts the wise,

Devouring remnant under smiling lies.

No cleansing blood, no weary soul finds rest,

But revolution’s endless, hungry night.

Where Christ says “Come,” the serpent hisses, “Rage—

And seize the throne that God would dare deny.”

Awake, O Church! The wolf has breached the fold,

In Critical Theory’s soft and treacherous fleece.

It slays the Kirk, it topples cross and gold,

And names the slaughter “progress”—sweet release.

Yet Heaven’s Lion thunders from His throne:

The gates of hell shall never overcome.

Repent this lie, this Satan dressed as dawn,

Or watch the West descend to Christless gloom.

For progress is but Eden’s fall reborn,

Repackaged, glittering, by millions worn.

The selfsame hiss: “Ye shall be gods in power,”

Devouring age on age, hour after hour.

Arise, O Soul, in Victory Proclaim: The Triumphant Power of Unceasing Prayer to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords by Debbie Harris

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Dear Reader,

In moments when tragedy, death, or sickness knocks at our door, the human heart instinctively turns toward Heaven. Prayer becomes not merely a habit, but a lifeline—a powerful, intimate conversation with the One who rules the universe. This poem was born from that timeless truth: that our Saviour calls us to pray without ceasing, and the King of Kings delights in every soul that dares to seek Him with all their heart, soul, and mind.

May these verses stir your spirit, remind you of the unmatched privilege of approaching the throne of grace, and ignite a fresh passion to pray. In the valley or on the mountaintop, the King still waits—ready to hear, ready to answer, and ready to grant conquering power and boundless grace.

Arise, O soul, in victory proclaim!

Thessalonians 5:16-18

Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.

Jeremiah 29:12-13

Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.

James 5:16

The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.

Philippians 4:6-7

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Hebrews 4:16

Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.

Psalm 34:17-18

When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.

In shadowed vales where tragedy holds sway,

Where death and sickness claim their ruthless prey,

The hearts of men, in desperation’s hour,

Turn heavenward and seek the Almighty’s power.

There dwells a force no mortal tongue can tell,

In whispered words that rise where sorrows swell;

Our Saviour bids us pray without ceasing,

For He delights in converse never ceasing—

Sweet conversations with the King of grace,

Who bends to hear each soul in every place.

No atheists are found in foxholes grim,

When battles rage and hope grows faint and dim;

In trial’s forge, the soul lifts up its plea,

And mountains tremble, bending every knee.

The sick are healed, the broken mended whole,

By faith’s pure touch that stirs the very soul;

What privilege, what joy beyond compare,

To call upon the King who rules the air!

O King of Kings and Lord of Lords most high,

True Sovereign of the earth, the sea, the sky—

In prayer we kneel before Thy throne above,

And taste the boundless mercy of Thy love.

We thank Thee, Lord, for this sweet privilege rare—

The open door to meet Thee anywhere.

The King awaits to hear thy fervent prayers!

He greatly joys in every soul that dares

To seek Him with all heart and soul and mind,

His people’s cries He treasures, pure and kind.

O King of Kings and Lord of Lords divine,

The Way, the Truth, the Life, the living Vine;

Redeemer, Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,

Prince of Peace, true Ruler of all the earth abroad.

Arise, O soul, in victory proclaim!

The King awaits—and answers in His name!

He joys in every heart that seeks His face,

And grants His conquering power, His boundless grace!

The Tragic Threshold Where Mercy Withholds Its Pearls: Reflections on the Reprobate Soul by Debbie Harris

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Dear Reader,

These lines were born in the quiet hour when the soul weighs the weight of Scripture against the hardness of our age. The command of our Lord in Matthew 7:6 — “Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine” — is not a counsel of despair, but of divine wisdom and mercy. There comes a tragic threshold where continued striving with the reprobate mind no longer serves the cause of grace; it only deepens judgment and wounds the giver.

I have written not to condemn, but to sober the heart of the faithful. May you discern the soil before you sow. May you guard the sacred treasure when the mire threatens to swallow it. And may you never cease praying for those still within reach of repentance, even as you learn, with holy restraint, when to withhold the pearl.

In solemn hope and trembling reverence,

The Poet

In shadowed vales where reprobate minds roam,

Defiant hearts reject the light of Truth,

They spurn the Word that calls the sinner home,

And trample sacred lore beneath their hoof.

The Gospel’s pearls, like dew on morning’s rose,

Are offered pure to souls that thirst for grace;

Yet when the ear grows deaf and conscience closed,

The hand of Heaven stays its giving place.

“Forbear,” the Master whispers from on high,

“Cast not these gems where swine in mire wallow;

They turn again and rend the giver’s thigh,

Then rend the holy seed in fury shallow.”

O tragic point where mercy’s door swings shut,

Where love itself must sheath its shining blade!

The reprobate, in chains of self-made rut,

Chooses the dark, and darkness is repaid.

So tread with wisdom on this mortal sod,

Discern the soil ere scattering the seed;

For some will bloom beneath the grace of God,

While others mock—and God Himself will heed.

Hold fast the pearls; reserve them for the meek,

Who hunger after righteousness alone.

The swine may rage, the blinded never seek—

But Heaven’s treasury is not overthrown.

Do You Know Jesus Christ As Your Personal Lord And Saviour? by Debbie Harris

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Dear Reader,

I wrote this poem as a simple, heartfelt invitation — not as judgment, but as a loving question that has changed my own life. In a noisy world full of distractions, I believe this is one of the most important things we can ever ask another soul.

My deepest desire as the poet is to take as many people to Heaven as possible. That journey begins with repenting of our sins and accepting Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour — the only way to receive His forgiveness, new life, and the promise of eternity with Him.

May these words stir something deep inside you.

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?

— Mark 8:36-37 (KJV)

Do you know Jesus?

He is full of life, light, truth, and grace.

Do you know Jesus?

This is the question we should ask

every soul we meet—

rich or poor, strong or weak.

Do you know Jesus?

The One who calms the storm inside,

who breaks the chains we try to hide.

Do you know Jesus?

Come and see, come and taste

the living hope, the endless feast.

Do you know Jesus?