The New Jerusalem’s Radiance(Revelation 21, KJV) by Debbie Harris

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And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea. And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. And he said unto me, It is done. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely. He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God, and he shall be my son. But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death. And there came unto me one of the seven angels which had the seven vials full of the seven last plagues, and talked with me, saying, Come hither, I will shew thee the bride, the Lamb’s wife. And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, Having the glory of God: and her light was like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal; And had a wall great and high, and had twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels, and names written thereon, which are the names of the twelve tribes of the children of Israel: On the east three gates; on the north three gates; on the south three gates; and on the west three gates. And the wall of the city had twelve foundations, and in them the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb. And he that talked with me had a golden reed to measure the city, and the gates thereof, and the wall thereof. And the city lieth foursquare, and the length is as large as the breadth: and he measured the city with the reed, twelve thousand furlongs. The length and the breadth and the height of it are equal. And he measured the wall thereof, an hundred and forty and four cubits, according to the measure of a man, that is, of the angel. And the building of the wall of it was of jasper: and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass. And the foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all manner of precious stones. The first foundation was jasper; the second, sapphire; the third, a chalcedony; the fourth, an emerald; The fifth, sardonyx; the sixth, sardius; the seventh, chrysolyte; the eighth, beryl; the ninth, a topaz; the tenth, a chrysoprasus; the eleventh, a jacinth; the twelfth, an amethyst. And the twelve gates were twelve pearls: every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass. And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof. And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it: and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it. And the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day: for there shall be no night there. And they shall bring the glory and honour of the nations into it. And there shall in no wise enter into it any thing that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie: but they which are written in the Lamb’s book of life.

Beneath a sky where dawn’s embrace outshines the stars’ soft gleam,
The New Jerusalem descends, fulfilling heaven’s dream.
Its walls of jasper catch the light, a fortress glowing bright,
Each gate a pearl of lustrous grace, each street pure gold, alight.

No sun ascends, no moon ascends, yet glory fills the air,
The Lamb, our light, His radiance streams, His presence everywhere.
Through crystal rivers, clear as glass, the waters of life flow free,
The tree of life, with healing leaves, blooms for eternity.

No shadow creeps, no darkness falls, no sorrow clouds the day,
Hope’s promise blooms in every heart, where tears have passed away.
The throne of God, majestic, high, pours mercy like a flood,
And grateful souls, redeemed, arise, washed clean by Jesus’ blood.

No curse remains, no pain endures, the gates stand open wide,
All nations stream to worship Him, where love and truth abide.
O city fair, O radiant home, your beauty lifts our gaze,
With thankful hearts, we sing His name, enraptured by His grace.

For freely given, salvation comes, through Christ’s own sacrifice,
His blood has cleansed, redeemed our souls, and paid the boundless price.
A new creation, heart and soul, we soar on Spirit’s flame,
The promise of this heaven’s hope forever bears His name.

The Saddest Soul in All the World: A Nominal Christian’s Unlit Heart Beneath the Cross by Debbie Harris

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The poem depicts the profound sorrow of a nominal Christian, whose faith is superficial, marked by outward religious practices but devoid of inner conviction or connection to God. It portrays this figure standing “beneath the cross,” reciting familiar hymns and prayers, yet feeling no spiritual fire or divine presence. The soul is described as hollow, burdened by a faith that is merely a name, not a lived reality. The imagery highlights a stark contrast between the vibrant promises of Christian grace and the bleak, unlit heart of the nominal believer, who carries the label of “Christian” but remains untouched by its transformative power. The poem conveys a sense of tragic isolation, as the speaker laments the nominal Christian’s inability to hear the Savior’s call or embrace true faith, leaving them in a state of perpetual spiritual desolation. The tone is melancholic and reflective, underscoring the grief of a life marked by religious form without substance.

Beneath the cross, a shadow stands,
A name inked soft on holy lands,
“Christian” carved upon the tongue,
Yet heartstrings silent, never strung.

The pews are worn, the hymns are known,
The prayers fall flat, like scattered stone.
A Bible rests, its pages still,
No fire to climb that sacred hill.

The world spins on, its colors bright,
But in the soul, there creeps a night—
A hollow ache, where faith should bloom,
A candle snuffed within the gloom.

They speak of grace, of love divine,
Yet taste no sweetness in the vine.
The Savior calls, His voice unheard,
By hearts that cling to empty word.

O saddest soul, in garments dressed,
With “Christian” pinned upon the chest,
What grief to wear the name alone,
And never make the heart His throne.

Echoes of Grace: A Poem on the Salvation of the Soul by Christ’s Saving Love by Debbie Harris

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Ezekiel 36:26 (KJV):
“A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh.”

In a realm where once a heart of stone held sway,
Cold and unyielding, lost in shadows deep,
A soul, through repentance, turned to pray,
And Christ, with grace, did gently sweep.

The stony core, by trials long confined,
Softened to flesh beneath His tender care,
A heart reborn, with purpose now aligned,
Redemption’s gift beyond compare.

This soul, by Savior’s love so richly blessed,
Felt sin’s old chains in mercy fall away,
With every breath, their spirit found its rest,
In praise to Him who turned night into day.

The Celestial Governance of the Lamb, Eternal and Unshaken by Debbie Harris

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The poem, titled “The Celestial Governance of the Lamb, Eternal and Unshaken”, depicts the majestic and divine government of Jesus Christ, portrayed as a radiant, eternal kingdom of justice, love, and peace. Christ reigns on a throne of light, his authority marked by mercy and truth, uniting all creation. The imagery evokes a world transformed: lions lie with lambs, swords become plowshares, and sorrow vanishes. Nations bow to his kind yet powerful rule, where greed and strife cease, and Eden’s promise is restored. The poem celebrates Christ’s unshaken sovereignty, with mountains singing, stars aligning, and all creation thriving under his boundless love and eternal reign.

Beneath a sky of endless gold, where heavens sing and stars unfold,
A kingdom rises, pure, divine, where love and justice intertwine.
Upon a throne of radiant light, sits Jesus Christ, the Lord of might,
His eyes like flame, His voice like streams, fulfilling every soul’s deep dreams.

No scepter cold, no crown of thorn, but glory bright, forever worn.
His government, a holy art, binds every soul, unites each heart.
The lion rests with lamb in peace, the swords to plowshares find release,
And rivers flow with mercy’s tide, where truth and grace forever bide.

No shadow falls within His reign, no tears of sorrow, no cry of pain.
The broken mend, the lost are found, His love’s decree shakes holy ground.
The nations bow, their banners fade, before the King who justice made,
Yet meek His call, His yoke is kind, restoring body, soul, and mind.

The mountains sing, the valleys dance, the stars align in reverence.
His law is love, His word is life, His presence ends all mortal strife.
No greed, no war, no darkened scheme, can stand within His sacred dream,
For Christ’s domain, eternal, vast, brings Eden’s promise here at last.

The Lamb, once slain, now reigns above, His throne upheld by boundless love.
The angels sing, the saints adore, His name resounds forevermore.
No storm can shake, no time can rend, His governance shall never end.
From shore to shore, from age to age, His will unfolds on heaven’s stage.

O glorious King, O Lamb divine, Your celestial reign shall ever shine.
No force of night, no fleeting fear, can dim the light that blazes here.
All hail the Lamb, all hail the Son, whose rule eternal has begun,
In Christ’s great realm, we live, we thrive, and all creation comes alive.

Humble Emissary of the Sovereign Christ, Bearing the Regal Mantle of His Redemptive Mission by Debbie Harris

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In the courts of the Sovereign, where glory resides,
The humble emissary in meekness abides.
No scepter they seek, no throne of their own,
Yet Christ, the High King, calls them near to His throne.

The last shall be first, in His Kingdom’s decree,
Their mantle of grace shines for all to see.
With redemption’s sweet message, they carry His word,
Their privilege resounds where His voice is heard.

Appointed as heralds, their calling is grand,
To bear His great love to a sin-weary land.
The Sovereign’s own mission, their hearts now embrace,
Entrusted with glory, they run in His race.

Though lowly their steps, through the dust and the strife,
They’re crowned with His purpose, His light, and His life.
The last shall be first, in His courts they will stand,
Emissaries of Christ, with His love in their hand.

The Redeemed Servant’s Heart by Debbie Harris

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In shadows of the proud, where ambition reigns,
The servant’s heart in quiet faith remains.
No crown they seek, no glory to be known,
But Christ’s own love, through humble deeds is shown.

The last shall be first, in the Kingdom’s light,
Where meekness shines, dispelling worldly night.
A towel, a basin, the Savior’s lowly way,
Becomes the path where saints in glory stay.

No title grander than to serve the King,
Whose cross-borne love makes every heart to sing.
The least, uplifted, find their place above,
For in His service, we are crowned with love.

To be a servant of Jesus Christ is to embrace the paradox of His Kingdom—where the last are first, and true greatness is found in giving all for Him.

Who is this King of glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory by Debbie Harris

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The poem, titled Who is this King of glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory. Selah, inspired by Psalm 24:10 (KJV), is a majestic and hope-filled celebration of Jesus Christ as the triumphant King of kings and Lord of lords. It portrays His glorious ascent to a radiant throne, commanding the heavens and redeeming the faithful with His mercy and grace. The poem emphasizes His sovereign power, eternal light, and love that breaks all mortal pain, offering a royal path of hope for the truly redeemed. Through vivid imagery, it calls the redeemed to sing His praises, exalting Him as the eternal source of hope and salvation.

Who is this King of glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory. Selah. (Psalm 24:10, KJV)

O ancient gates, fling wide your doors,
Lift high your heads, let praise outpour!
The King of glory, robed in light,
Ascends in power, enthroned in might.

Who is this King, with splendor crowned?
The Lord of hosts, His name renowned!
His voice commands the heavens’ frame,
His grace redeems and calls by name.

For those washed clean by mercy’s stream,
His hope shall spark their brightest dream.
Through trials vast, His light will lead,
A royal path for the truly redeemed.

Majestic Lord, forever reign,
Your love dissolves all fear and pain.
O King of glory, exalted high,
Our hope, our song, shall never die!

Psalm 33:6 – The Glorious Symphony of His Creative Might by Debbie Harris

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By the word of the Lord were the heavens made; and all the host of them by the breath of his mouth. (KJV)

The poem, titled Psalm 33:6 – The Glorious Symphony of His Creative Might, inspired by Psalm 33:6 (KJV), vividly portrays the creation of the heavens through God’s powerful word and breath. It depicts the heavens as a radiant, divine canvas where stars, galaxies, and nebulae burst into existence, crafted with brilliant artistry. Imagery of torrents, embers, mantles of flame, and shimmering hues illustrates the majesty and order of creation, banishing chaos. Comets and celestial bodies move in harmony, reflecting God’s sovereign design and eternal glory, culminating in a celebration of His unmatched creative genius.

By the breath of His mouth, the heavens took flight,
A canvas of glory flung wide through the night.
His word, like a torrent, surged boundless and free,
Carving the arcs of the stellar sea.

Stars burst in clusters, like embers that soar,
Kindled to blaze where no light shone before.
Each gleam a whisper, each orb a command,
Spun from the timbre of His sovereign hand.

The skies unfurled like a mantle of flame,
Galaxies curling, inscribed with His name.
Nebulae shimmered, in hues yet unseen—
Crimson and sapphire, with gold laced between.

No shadow of chaos could cling to the void,
His voice swept the dark, and its reign was destroyed.
The heavens, a chorus, resplendent, unbound,
Sing of His power in a hush without sound.

Comets like heralds streak trails through the deep,
Guarding the secrets His purposes keep.
Each sphere, each spiral, each radiant stream,
They blaze in the genius of His artistry divine.

A Compassionate Faith Is A Mature Faith That Stands On The Word Of God: The Balance Of Discernment And Grace by Debbie Harris

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A mature faith beats with a tender heart,
Compassion flows where judgment falls apart.
We do not condemn, though we see the flaw,
For grace, not shame, fulfills the higher law.

Sinners we are, yet saved by boundless love,
Redeemed by grace that pours from heav’n above.
Do we sin to test the mercy we’ve received?
God forbid—such folly leaves us grieved.

Our liberty’s no license to transgress,
Nor cloak to hide our faults in righteousness.
When we look down, or shame another’s name,
False accusations kindle sin’s own flame.

Discern with care, but let your heart be kind,
For all are frail, and all seek grace to find.
Lift up, don’t curse, the weary soul’s disgrace,
For we’re all sinners, saved by boundless grace.

The Radiant Majesty of Jesus Christ, King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Bestowing the Free Gift of Salvation Through His Sacred Sacrifice by Debbie Harris

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The poem is a lyrical, devotional ode celebrating the divine and human character of Jesus Christ, emphasizing His love, compassion, sacrifice, wisdom, guidance, and sovereignty. Spanning seven stanzas, it uses vivid imagery and a reverent tone to depict Jesus as the eternal Savior who offers the free gift of salvation through His sacrificial death on the cross. Key themes include:

  • Divine Majesty and Love: Jesus is portrayed as a radiant, heavenly figure (“heaven’s song,” “prism of eternal grace”) whose boundless love shines like “starfire woven into dawn.”
  • Sacred Sacrifice: His crucifixion is central, with His “sacred blood” described as a “ruby stream” that cleanses humanity’s sins, offering salvation as a costly yet freely given gift.
  • Compassion and Mercy: Jesus’ tender compassion (“like a summer breeze”) heals the broken and calls the lost, reflecting His kind and forgiving heart.
  • Wisdom and Guidance: As a wise Shepherd, He illuminates life’s paths (“lantern’s glow”) and guides souls through strife with steadfast love.
  • Intercessory Role: He is depicted as an intercessor, pleading from “heaven’s throne” with “holy fire” to redeem sinners.
  • Eternal Triumph: His resurrection and eternal reign as “King of kings” are celebrated, spanning from Bethlehem to the heavens, where His divine majesty is worshipped.
  • Personal Connection: The poem concludes with Jesus as Savior, Friend, and Guide, whose love is the “pulse of endless life” for believers

O Jesus, Thou art heaven’s song, a splendor pure and bright,
Thy name, a prism of eternal grace, refracts celestial light.
Like starfire woven into dawn, Thy love does softly gleam,
A tide of mercy, boundless, deep, fulfilling every dream.

On Calvary’s cross, Thy sacred blood, a ruby stream, did pour,
Each crimson drop, a costly gift, to open heaven’s door.
In lowly form, the Word made flesh, Thou trod with dust-stained feet,
Yet every step a hymn of love, where heaven and earth do meet.

Thy compassion, like a summer breeze, does soothe the aching soul,
Thy tender eyes, with tears of care, make broken spirits whole.
The outcast, weary, scarred by sin, Thy gentle voice does call,
With whispered hope, Thou bidst them rise, redeeming one and all.

O Forgiver, vast as oceans wide, Thy mercy knows no shore,
Each fault, though heavy, finds release through grace forevermore.
Thy wisdom, like a lantern’s glow, illuminates the way,
Through tangled paths of doubt and fear, to everlasting day.

Thou Shepherd true, with patient hand, dost guide through storm and strife,
Thy rod and staff, a steadfast love, restore the fainting life.
In quiet glades or raging seas, Thy presence never wanes,
A rock, a refuge, radiant peace, where joy forever reigns.

O Intercessor, crowned with light, who pleads from heaven’s throne,
Thy prayers, a bridge of holy fire, claim sinners as Thine own.
Thy resurrection’s triumph sings through time’s unyielding span,
The Morning Star, the King of kings, the Savior of all man.

From Bethlehem’s cradle to the skies where angel choirs adore,
Thy majesty, a throne divine, we worship evermore.
O Jesus Christ, beauty of all worlds, our hearts in Thee abide,
Thy love, the pulse of endless life, our Savior, Friend, and Guide.