May
our
only
adequacy
in
this
life
be
the
all
surpassing
beautiful
sufficiency
of
Jesus Christ
our Lord!
May Our Only Adequacy Be The Sufficiency Of Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris
04 Monday Nov 2013
Posted in Christian Poetry
Everything Else Is Dim In Comparison To Him by Debbie Harris
03 Sunday Nov 2013
Posted in Christian Poetry
May our
Savior’s
majestic,
still,
small,
quiet
voice
that
gently
and
tenderly
speaks
to our
hearts,
souls,
and
minds
become
so
loud
and
clear
that
everything
else in life
is dim
in comparison
to Him!
Nothing More Thrilling by Debbie Harris
03 Sunday Nov 2013
Posted in Christian Poetry
There is nothing
more thrilling
than living
in the
immense,
magnificent
possibilities
of our God.
May We Love Like Jesus Did by Debbie Harris
03 Sunday Nov 2013
Posted in Christian Poetry
If we can but
encourage
or reach
one heart,
one soul,
one mind,
with the
gospel news,
that Jesus
Christ
lavishly
loves,
eagerly
pursues
and
mercifully,
graciously
and tenderly
forgives and
restores and
makes all
things new
than we bring
honor to our
Savior and
the Kingdom
of Heaven,
for such a
time as this
we have been
placed on
this earth
to love as
Jesus did.
Our Hope Is Found In Christ Alone by Debbie Harris
01 Friday Nov 2013
Posted in Christian Poetry
Our
glorious,
mighty,
monumental
hope
is
found
in
Christ
alone.
For
Christ
is
our
mountainous
hope
whose
Holy,
loving,
breadth,
length,
height,
and
depth,
is
immeasurable!
Christ’s Death Works Within Us His Resurrection Power by Debbie Harris
29 Tuesday Oct 2013
Posted in Christian Poetry
A thousand times each day we yield anew,
As Christ’s own flock, we die to selfish will,
Through passion fierce, His cross remains in view,
A thousand deaths our hearts must humbly fill.
Yet in the throes of sacrifice and pain,
Where mortal strength would falter, break, and fade,
Our Savior meets us, rising once again,
His resurrection power gently laid.
Each loss becomes a gain beneath His care,
A beauty blooms where flesh once held its reign,
Through countless falls, His might beyond compare,
Restores the soul that dies to live again.
So daily slain, we find His strength unfurled,
A living grace to shine upon the world.
As Christ’s own flock, we die to selfish will,
Through passion fierce, His cross remains in view,
A thousand deaths our hearts must humbly fill.
Yet in the throes of sacrifice and pain,
Where mortal strength would falter, break, and fade,
Our Savior meets us, rising once again,
His resurrection power gently laid.
Each loss becomes a gain beneath His care,
A beauty blooms where flesh once held its reign,
Through countless falls, His might beyond compare,
Restores the soul that dies to live again.
So daily slain, we find His strength unfurled,
A living grace to shine upon the world.
There Is A River by Debbie Harris
29 Tuesday Oct 2013
Posted in Christian Poetry
Through valleys deep, where shadows thickly lie,
O’er mountains steep, where mortal steps may tire,
In parched despair, beneath a burning sky,
Or lush with beauty, rich beyond desire—
There flows a river, pure and ever near,
No drought can drain, no height can bar its course,
Its pristine tide dispels our every fear,
Christ Jesus, fount of life, our boundless source.
No force, no foe, no “nothing” dares to quell,
This living stream that from His heart proceeds,
Through all our days, its wonders ever swell,
A Savior’s love to meet our every need.
Eternal, free, His waters gently call,
Our Lord, our River, reigning over all.
O’er mountains steep, where mortal steps may tire,
In parched despair, beneath a burning sky,
Or lush with beauty, rich beyond desire—
There flows a river, pure and ever near,
No drought can drain, no height can bar its course,
Its pristine tide dispels our every fear,
Christ Jesus, fount of life, our boundless source.
No force, no foe, no “nothing” dares to quell,
This living stream that from His heart proceeds,
Through all our days, its wonders ever swell,
A Savior’s love to meet our every need.
Eternal, free, His waters gently call,
Our Lord, our River, reigning over all.
When A Divine Rescue Is Needed Impossibilties Become Possible With Christ Jesus Our Lord by Debbie Harris
29 Tuesday Oct 2013
Posted in Christian Poetry
And Jesus looking upon them saith, With men it is impossible, but not with God: for with God all things are possible.
Mark 10:27
When heart’s full brim with burdens overflows,
We watch, we wait, in Christ our strength to grow,
The Lord of Hosts, with legions’ mighty throes,
Sees dust-kneeled heirs and bids His grace to flow.
He knows our frame, our limits frail and slight,
Each tear a plea, a royal cry He hears,
In perfect time, His power rends the night,
Transforming drops to gems through fleeting years.
So pray, give thanks, in love unmeasured stand,
Expectant heirs of mercy’s boundless reign,
Till mountains quake beneath His mighty hand,
And all impossible dissolves in gain.
Rest still, and see His nail-scarred feet draw near,
Where crowns we cast reflect each conquered tear.
We watch, we wait, in Christ our strength to grow,
The Lord of Hosts, with legions’ mighty throes,
Sees dust-kneeled heirs and bids His grace to flow.
He knows our frame, our limits frail and slight,
Each tear a plea, a royal cry He hears,
In perfect time, His power rends the night,
Transforming drops to gems through fleeting years.
So pray, give thanks, in love unmeasured stand,
Expectant heirs of mercy’s boundless reign,
Till mountains quake beneath His mighty hand,
And all impossible dissolves in gain.
Rest still, and see His nail-scarred feet draw near,
Where crowns we cast reflect each conquered tear.
Miles Stanford Quotation
28 Monday Oct 2013
Posted in Christ Centered Devotionals
“Let the facts of my Heavenly position in Christ overwhelm the feelings of my earthly condition.”
Do We Love Well Precious Church Of Jesus Christ? by Debbie Harris
27 Sunday Oct 2013
Posted in Christian Poetry
O precious bride, Christ’s church in glory dressed,
Do we love well, as He has loved us still,
Or weave we harm where justice should be pressed,
And mar the grace His tender heart would fill?
I turn the gaze within, a harder task,
Do I reflect His boundless, gentle care,
Or falter short beneath the truth I ask,
To treat each soul with love beyond compare?
His cross demands we rise above the fray,
Abounding grace to pour on all we meet,
Not harm, but hope, in every word we say,
A bride reborn, His mercy’s hands and feet.
So may we love, both church and I, as one,
Till Christ’s own light through us forever run.
Do we love well, as He has loved us still,
Or weave we harm where justice should be pressed,
And mar the grace His tender heart would fill?
I turn the gaze within, a harder task,
Do I reflect His boundless, gentle care,
Or falter short beneath the truth I ask,
To treat each soul with love beyond compare?
His cross demands we rise above the fray,
Abounding grace to pour on all we meet,
Not harm, but hope, in every word we say,
A bride reborn, His mercy’s hands and feet.
So may we love, both church and I, as one,
Till Christ’s own light through us forever run.
