More And More Like Christ, Less And Less Like Carnal Self by Debbie Harris

29 Sunday Sep 2013

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More and more, let us be shaped,
By love divine, no bounds, no drape—
God’s grace, a torrent, wild and free,
Remolds the soul eternally.
Moment by moment, self retreats,
A fading echo, soft defeats—
Our gaze lifts high to Christ alone,
The King, the Light, the Cornerstone.

Strengthened deep by Three in One,
Father, Spirit, risen Son—
We rise triumphant, bold, renewed,
To love, to serve, with hearts imbued.
Grace flows outward, swift and sure,
Forgiving self, and more, the world—
Each day a step beyond the last,
A mercy wider, deeper cast.

When Christ Is The Author And Savior Of Our Lives by Debbie Harris

29 Sunday Sep 2013

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Our Savior crafts, with tender might,
New creatures bathed in endless light—
Forever sanctified, we stand,
Held fast within His wounded hand.

No beginning shines so fair,
No middle weaves such rare repair,
No end ascends with sweeter grace,
Than this—His cross-won, radiant trace.
Victorious, hope aflame, we rise,
Heaven-bound with lifted eyes—
An eternal triumph, divinely spun,
Through Christ, the Alpha, Victory won.

When Jesus Christ, exquisite King,
Pens our souls to soar and sing,
Our Savior reigns, both source and goal,
Of lives made new, forever whole.

No Matter What Happens In Life by Debbie Harris

29 Sunday Sep 2013

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No matter what storms may rise,
Through life’s wild and shifting skies,
God’s steady hand will bear you high,
A victor’s path where triumphs lie.

His ceaseless embrace enfolds,
A love that neither wanes nor folds,
Grace like rivers, deep and wide,
Truth to steer through every tide.

With every step, His strength sustains,
A triumph sung in joy’s refrains—
For God, unyielding, carries through,
His heart, your home, forever true.

In The Desert Places by Debbie Harris

29 Sunday Sep 2013

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In desert lands where weary hearts do roam,
The sands stretch wide, a barren, silent sea,
Yet there, beneath the vast and vaulted dome,
A whisper stirs of grace that sets us free.
From arid dust, a living stream ascends,
Its ceaseless tide through cracked earth gently weaves,
A river gleams where mortal hope depends,
Its currents sing through time’s unyielding eaves.
From throne on high, the King of Kings bestows,
A cascade bright with wonder, love, and peace,
Each droplet shines, a bloom that ever grows,
A waterfall of beauty without cease.
So in life’s waste, where shadows softly play,
His boundless flood turns night to endless day.

Jesus Is Always In Our Midst by Debbie Harris

28 Saturday Sep 2013

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Through tempests fierce, where winds and waters roar,
The waves of life rise high with restless might,
Our fragile bark is tossed from shore to shore,
Yet in the gale, a figure cloaked in light.
There Jesus stands, amid the storm’s wild fray,
His voice cuts through the howling, bitter din,
To every surge and squall, He turns to say,
“Peace, be still,” and stills the chaos within.
The winds grow hushed, the seas lie soft and tame,
A holy calm descends where fear once reigned,
His presence near, a balm for every name,
A harbor sure, by grace forever gained.
So through our storms, though dark the skies may be,
He speaks, and peace flows boundless, full, and free.

Like A Perpetual Sunrise, Christ Our LORD by Debbie Harris

28 Saturday Sep 2013

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When gem-bright words from God’s own mighty hand,
Fill heart and soul with gleams of sacred fire,
His smile, a grace no mortal can withstand,
Ignites our lives with heaven’s pure desire.
In Christ, our King, the risen prism glows,
A light that floods both inner depths and skies,
His beauty reigns where freedom’s river flows,
A triumph born where mortal shadow dies.
No dawn need wait, no dusk can dim His ray,
For He, our sunrise, evermore abides,
Before our hearts, in victory’s bright array,
The Lord of Lords in resplendence presides.
Through Him, our days with endless truth are spun,
Eternal grace, our never-setting Son.

When by Debbie Harris

28 Saturday Sep 2013

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When bitter words and deeds like tempests tear,
A redeemed soul to trembling knees is thrown,
The Savior swift descends through grief’s despair,
His warrior heart claims them as His own.
With tender hands, He binds each wounded space,
Defends with might, a shield from every foe,
His royal grace lifts high the weeping face,
A comfort deep where silent sorrows grow.
Beside His child, the King of mercy kneels,
His tears entwine with theirs in sacred streams,
A love so vast, no pain outstrips its heals,
A dawn of hope through shattered, fading dreams.
In brokenness, His presence ever near,
He raises up with strength and dries each tear.

I Will Joyfully And Exuberantly Follow You O Lord! by Debbie Harris

28 Saturday Sep 2013

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With joyful heart, I follow Thee, my Lord,
Through every breath, in every fleeting day,
Through rain that falls, through storms that fiercely roar,
Through lightning’s flash, I’ll dance upon Thy way.
In sickness’ chill, in joy’s exultant gleam,
Through pain’s sharp sting, through sorrow’s heavy veil,
Triumph’s bright song, or trials’ shadowed stream,
My spirit sings, Thy love shall never fail.
In need’s lean hour, in plenty’s golden tide,
Through fall’s descent, through winter’s icy breath,
Spring’s tender bloom, or summer’s sunlit stride,
I’ll chase Thy grace through all my living days.
Exuberant, through moments grand or small,
I’ll rise with Thee, my King, above it all.

Never Good Enough On Earth Says The Enemy Of Our Souls, Yet Always Celebrated And Cherished In Heaven by Debbie Harris

26 Thursday Sep 2013

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When all I do falls short of earthly praise,
When harsh rebuke, like heated winds, assails,
Self-doubt, or foe, or wilds my soul upraise,
A garden blooms where mortal judgment fails.
I breathe the gold, the crystal air of heaven,
Where Christ, my King, sings joy above my woe,
His love enfolds, a lavish light unleaven’d,
Restores my heart with grace that overflows.
Though best on earth meets cold, unyielding scorn,
He wraps me tight in beams of endless day,
And sends me forth, renewed, no longer torn,
To shine His peace where broken hearts decay.
In Him alone, through faith, I stand unbound,
A sinner-saint, His victory my crown.

Nothing Is Ever Too Impossible For Our God by Debbie Harris

22 Sunday Sep 2013

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No deed too vast, no dream too wild to dare,
For Yahweh’s might knows neither bound nor chain,
His power flows through every whispered prayer,
To rend the impossible in twain.
Live bold, expect the wonders He can weave,
Dream large, as large as God Himself decrees,
From bended knees, His faithful heart believes,
And mountains bow to faith’s unshaken pleas.
No “nothing” stands beyond His sovereign hand,
He fills our souls with trust that towers high,
A force to shift the rock, to flood the land,
A spark that lights the dark of doubt’s reply.
Our Yahweh reigns, all limits cast aside,
In Him, our grandest hopes forever bide.