Sonnet of Forgiving the Judas Who Betrays the Trust of the Heart by Debbie Harris

18 Friday Apr 2025

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Summary of “Sonnet of Forgiving the Judas Who Betrays the Trust of the Heart”

The sonnet explores the pain of betrayal by a “Judas” figure, a trusted person whose deceit wounds deeply, breaking the bonds of trust. It acknowledges the universal experience of encountering such traitors, whose false smiles hide harmful intentions. Despite the lasting scars, the poem advocates for forgiveness as a path to healing, suggesting that mercy strengthens the soul and fosters inner peace. By releasing resentment, one discovers a divine grace and achieves personal liberation, finding freedom in forgiving the betrayer.

In shadows cast by trust, a Judas stands,
His kiss a blade that carves the tender soul.
With whispered lies, he breaks the sacred bands,
And leaves behind a heart no longer whole.
We all have known such traitors in our days,
Their smiles a mask, their words a hidden sting.
Yet in the wound, forgiveness finds its ways,
To mend the hurt and bid the heart to sing.
For though the scar remains, a silent mark,
The soul grows strong when mercy takes its place.
In letting go, we light the inner spark,
And find in grace a mirror of God’s face.
So pardon those who wrong you, set them free,
And in their freedom, find your liberty.

We Dwell in a Corrupt, Immoral, Atheist Modern-Day Babylon Where America Has Forsaken Its Judeo-Christian Heritage by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, titled We Dwell in a Corrupt, Immoral, Atheist Modern-Day Babylon Where America Has Forsaken Its Judeo-Christian Heritage, is more pointed, focusing on America’s perceived moral decline. It laments the nation’s abandonment of Judeo-Christian values, depicting a corrupt, immoral, and atheist society consumed by greed and self-worship. The poem mourns the erosion of sacred traditions, replaced by superficial pleasures and digital idols, and warns of a potential reckoning for a nation that has lost its spiritual moorings.

In cities vast, where neon veins entwine,
A Babylon remade in chaos stands.
America, once bound to laws divine,
Now spurns the creed that shaped its heart and hands.

Corruption weaves through halls of power’s might,
Its tendrils choke the just with gilded lies.
Immorality, in brazen daylight’s sight,
Parades unchecked beneath indifferent skies.

Atheist tides erode the ancient stone,
Where once the cross and Torah’s wisdom reigned.
The altars crack, their sacred vows outgrown,
As fleeting pleasures leave the soul enchained.

No shepherd’s call can pierce the urban din,
Where self is king and truth wears thin and frayed.
The marketplace exalts the loudest sin,
Its wares of lust and pride in heaps displayed.

We’ve cast aside the covenant of old,
For idols wrought of silicon and flame.
Our hearts, once warm with stories prophets told,
Now chase the hollow spark of fleeting fame.

O nation, drunk on freedom’s reckless wine,
What reckoning awaits when stars grow dim?
Will grace return to heal this fractured vine,
Or shall we fall, estranged from Heaven’s hymn?

We Reside in a Modern-Day Babylon of Neon and Code by Debbie Harris

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The first sonnet, titled We Reside in a Modern-Day Babylon of Neon and Code, portrays a contemporary society likened to ancient Babylon, characterized by technological splendor and moral ambiguity. It depicts a world illuminated by neon and driven by data, where truth and falsehood intertwine. People are captivated by screens, worshipping transient digital gods, while the relentless flow of information drowns out deeper meaning. The poem contrasts the grandeur of this tech-driven “city” with its fragility, questioning what endures when its digital foundation falters.

In urban sprawl where shadows cloak the soul,
A Babylon reborn in hubris thrives.
America, once tethered to control
Of Judea’s code, now scorns those ancient scribes.

Corruption festers, greed an idol crowned,
Immorality in neon lights parades.
Atheist winds erode the sacred ground,
Where once the cross and star in honor blazed.

No altar holds, as screens our gods anoint,
Each pixel pulses with a hollow creed.
We’ve turned from grace, from virtue’s steadfast point,
To worship self and sate our fleeting need.

O nation lost, in decadence’s sway,
What hope endures when faith has slipped away?

The Eternal Cry of “It Is Finished” Proclaimed from the Throne of Sacred Triumph by Debbie Harris

18 Friday Apr 2025

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The poem, The Eternal Cry of “It Is Finished” Proclaimed from the Throne of Sacred Triumph, vividly portrays the crucifixion moment from John 19:28-30. It depicts Jesus Christ as a triumphant, royal figure on the cross, described as a “throne of sacred wood.” The poem captures His fulfillment of scripture by declaring “I thirst,” receiving sour wine, and proclaiming “It is finished” as a majestic edict of victory over sin. The imagery emphasizes His divine authority, with the heavens darkening and earth quaking, culminating in His sacrifice and triumph. The cross is celebrated as a “royal crest” where love and glory unite, and Christ’s final cry resounds as an eternal testament to His sovereign reign and redemption. The tone is majestic, triumphant, and reverent throughout.

Upon the throne of sacred wood,
The King of kings in glory stood.
The heavens darkened, earth did quake,
As He the chains of sin did break.

“I thirst!” He spoke, His voice divine,
Fulfilling scrolls of holy line.
With hyssop raised, the wine they bore,
To touch the lips of Heaven’s door.

He tasted gall, the offering grand,
The scepter held in wounded hand.
The ancient words, now brought to reign,
Proclaimed His triumph over pain.

“It is finished!” thundered He,
The edict of eternity.
His head He bowed, His spirit soared,
The Sovereign Christ, forever Lord.

O cross of might, O royal crest,
Where love and glory manifest!
“It is finished!” rings the call,
The King has conquered, reigning all.

The Centurion’s Awe at Golgotha: Christ’s Sacrifice Unveils Divinity in Triumphant Victory Over Satan’s Dominion by Debbie Harris

18 Friday Apr 2025

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The poem, “The Centurion’s Awe at Golgotha: Christ’s Sacrifice Unveils Divinity in Triumphant Victory Over Satan’s Dominion”, portrays Good Friday through the centurion’s perspective, capturing his transformation from stoic soldier to reverent witness of Christ’s divinity. Vivid imagery—torn skies, quaking earth, bleeding wounds, and radiant light—depicts the cosmic upheaval of the crucifixion. Rhetorical questions probe the power, mercy, and truth revealed in Christ’s sacrifice, stirring the centurion’s heart. The Savior’s cry, “Finished!” rends the heavens, as faithful hearts behold His glory. The poem closes with the centurion kneeling to proclaim, “Truly this is the Son of God!”—affirming Christ’s blazing triumph and eternal reign over Satan, blending solemnity with majestic hope.

On Golgotha’s grim, shadowed rise,
The cross looms high beneath torn skies.
A centurion stands, with hardened gaze,
Yet stirs at sights that truth ablaze.

What sacrifice does this man bear?
What love divine through anguish rare?
The thorns that bite, the blood that falls,
Proclaim a King who death forestalls.

Through darkened noon, the heavens wail,
The earth’s deep groan no strength can veil.
What power shakes the sacred ground?
What mercy in such pain is found?

The soldier’s heart, once cold as stone,
Now trembles at the cross’s throne.
What light through dying eyes does gleam?
What grace redeems the darkest dream?

The skies convulse, the rocks divide,
As sacred blood from wounds does glide.
What voice, though stilled, yet shakes the air?
What truth unveils through mortal prayer?

In faithful hearts, His glory wakes,
A love that hell’s dominion breaks.
“Finished!” His cry the cosmos rends,
The reign of sin in ruin ends.

No darkness veils this holy light,
The centurion kneels in reverent sight.
“Truly this is the Son of God!”
Christ’s triumph blazes, ever bright.

The Echoes of Golgotha: Christ’s Cross Resounds in Triumphant Victory Over Satan’s Dominion in Celestial Harmony by Debbie Harris

18 Friday Apr 2025

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The poem, “The Echoes of Golgotha: Christ’s Cross Resounds in Triumphant Victory Over Satan’s Dominion in Celestial Harmony”, portrays Good Friday as the moment Christ’s sacrifice on Golgotha reverberates as a celestial anthem of redemption. Majestic imagery—hallowed cross, riven skies, crimson wood, and cosmic lyres—captures the sorrow and divine grandeur of His death. Rhetorical questions probe the splendor, power, and mercy resounding from His wounds, breaking sin’s curse. The Savior’s cry, “Finished!” rends the heavens, as faithful hearts hear His eternal strain. The poem closes with a majestic proclamation of Christ’s eternal reign, his cross resounding glory as grace abounds, shattering Satan’s dominion with triumphant, celestial hope.

On Golgotha’s sublime ascent,
The cross, a throne, with glory rent,
Its hallowed beams, by blood enshrined,
Proclaim a King, eternal, kind.

What sacrifice resounds this day?
What love divine does death array?
The thorns that crown, the wounds that sing,
Exalt a Sovereign, heaven’s King.

Through riven skies, where seraphs weep,
The echoes stir from sorrow’s deep.
What anthem breaks the chains of night?
What mercy hails the dawning light?

The cosmos trembles, stars align,
As sacred cries transcend the shrine.
The Savior’s voice, a clarion call,
Dissolves the curse that bound us all.

What splendor rings from crimson wood?
What power flows from holy blood?
The cross, a lyre of cosmic grace,
Its chords redeem the fallen race.

In faithful hearts, they hear His strain,
A love supreme o’er death’s domain.
“Finished!” His edict rends the skies,
The tyrant’s reign in ruin lies.

No mortal song could match this might,
Golgotha’s echoes pierce the night.
From holy cross, His glory resounds,
Christ reigns eternal, grace abounds!

The Wounds of Dawn: Christ’s Radiant Scars Conquer Satan’s Night in Eternal Salvation’s Glory by Debbie Harris

18 Friday Apr 2025

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The poem, “The Wounds of Dawn: Christ’s Radiant Scars Conquer Satan’s Night in Eternal Salvation’s Glory”, portrays Good Friday as the moment Christ’s wounds become radiant portals of redemption, transforming darkness into salvation’s dawn. Visceral imagery—bleeding scars, glowing cross, ashen skies, and quaking heavens—captures the sorrow and triumph of His sacrifice. Rhetorical questions explore the mercy, power, and grace overflowing from His wounds, redeeming humanity through divine decree. The Savior’s cry, “Finished!” shatters sin’s reign, as faithful hearts behold His glow. The poem closes with a triumphant proclamation of Christ’s eternal reign, his holy wounds roaring glory over Satan’s night, blending solemnity with exultant hope.

On somber hill, the cross takes flight,
Its beams aglow with sacred light.
Through darkened air, the wounds abide,
A testament where hopes reside.

What sacrifice does this hour bring?
What love through pierced flesh does spring?
The thorns that tear, the blood that flows,
Proclaim a King whose grace o’erflows.

Through ashen skies, the mourners gaze,
Their hearts ensnared in grief’s cold maze.
What mercy streams from scars so deep?
What grace awakes where sorrows sleep?

The heavens quake, the shadows flee,
As wounds unveil eternity.
The Savior’s pain, a radiant plea,
Redeems the lost through heaven’s decree.

What power shines from broken frame?
What glory kindles heaven’s flame?
The cross, a fount of light divine,
Its scars redeem where stars align.

In faithful hearts, they see His glow,
A love that death could never know.
“Finished!” His cry the darkness rends,
The reign of sin in ruin ends.

No night could dim such holy fire,
The wounds of dawn all hopes inspire.
From holy wounds, His glory roars,
Christ reigns eternal, evermore!

The Veil of Eternity Torn Asunder: Christ’s Sacrifice Unveils God’s Glory in Triumphant Redemption Over Satan’s Dominion by Debbie Harris

18 Friday Apr 2025

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The poem, “The Veil of Eternity Torn Asunder: Christ’s Sacrifice Unveils God’s Glory in Triumphant Redemption Over Satan’s Dominion”, portrays Good Friday as the moment Christ’s sacrifice tears the temple veil, symbolizing eternal reconciliation with God. Ethereal imagery—bloodied cross, fraying veil, starless dusk, and radiant scars—captures the sorrow and majesty of His death. Rhetorical questions explore the love, grace, and glory that dissolve humanity’s separation, with Christ’s outpoured blood as redemption’s key. The earth’s convulsions and Christ’s cry, “Finished!” herald victory, as faithful hearts behold His light. The poem closes with a triumphant proclamation of Christ’s eternal reign and blazing glory, shattering Satan’s dominion, blending solemnity with exultant hope.

On shadowed hill, the cross ascends,
Its bloodied beams where heaven bends.
No temple holds this sacred hour,
But skies unveil a greater power.

What sacrifice does this day weave?
What love makes ancient barriers cleave?
The thorns that crown, the wounds that bleed,
Proclaim a King whose blood’s outpoured.

Through starless dusk, the mourners kneel,
Their trembling hands the anguish feel.
What veil of old begins to fray?
What grace reveals the holy way?

The earth convulses, rocks divide,
As sacred threads are cast aside.
The Savior’s cry, a piercing call,
Dissolves the rift that held in thrall.

What glory streams where shadows part?
What mercy floods the contrite heart?
The cross, a gate to realms divine,
Its scars illume where heavens shine.

In faithful hearts, they see His light,
A radiant love through endless night.
“Finished!” His voice the cosmos shakes,
The chain of sin in ruin breaks.

No mortal veil could bar such grace,
The cross unveils God’s holy face.
From rended cloth, His triumph blazes,
Christ reigns forever, glory blazes!

The Crimson Dawn of Redemption: Christ’s Conquest on the Cross Shatters Evil in Eternal Splendor by Debbie Harris

18 Friday Apr 2025

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The poem, “The Crimson Dawn of Redemption: Christ’s Conquest on the Cross Shatters Evil in Eternal Splendor”, portrays Good Friday as a cosmic battle where the cross stands as redemption’s fulcrum. Vivid imagery—storm-swept hills, bloodied beams, roiling clouds, and quaking earth—evokes the sorrow and majesty of Christ’s sacrifice. Rhetorical questions explore the mercy, power, and glory flowing from His wounds, defeating evil. Faithful hearts envision His victorious gaze and hear His cry, “Complete!” The poem closes with a triumphant declaration of Christ’s conquest, as the cross ignites eternal light, blending solemnity with exultant hope.

On storm-swept hill, where shadows clash,
The cross arises, scarred by lash.
Its timbers groan beneath the weight,
Of love that storms the gates of fate.

What sacrifice does this day wield?
What blood anoints the battle’s field?
The thorns that rend, the nails that bite,
A King who wars with heaven’s might.

Through roiling clouds, the tempests wail,
Their fury spent on wood so frail.
What mercy holds through lightning’s glare?
What grace defies the darkened air?

The stones stand firm, yet hearts do break,
As earth itself begins to shake.
The Savior’s wounds, a crimson stream,
Redeem the world’s most broken dream.

What power cleaves the ancient night?
What glory dawns through mortal plight?
The cross, a beacon, fierce and tall,
Proclaims the foe’s impending fall.

In faithful hearts, they see His face,
A warrior’s love, a victor’s grace.
“Complete!” His cry splits stone and sky,
The chains of sin in ruin lie.

No storm could veil such radiant might,
The cross ignites redemption’s light.
From bloodied beams, His conquest springs,
Christ’s victory reigns, the heavens sing!

The Silent Roar of the Cross: Christ’s Triumphant Sacrifice Shatters Satan’s Dominion in Eternal Glory by Debbie Harris

18 Friday Apr 2025

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The poem, “The Silent Roar of the Cross: Christ’s Triumphant Sacrifice Shatters Satan’s Dominion in Eternal Glory”, captures Good Friday’s paradox of silence and triumph through vivid imagery. The cross, blood-engraved and mute, stands on Golgotha as mourners grieve under veiled skies. Rhetorical questions ponder the silent love, mercy, and power of Christ’s sacrifice, which unbinds humanity’s chains. The earth’s stillness and Christ’s wordless plea contrast with the resounding victory of His cry, “Finished!” Faithful hearts hear His saving call, and the poem closes with a soaring declaration of Christ’s supreme, eternal reign, proclaiming the cross’s silent roar as it shatters Satan’s dominion, blending solemnity with exultant hope.

No sound but grief on Golgotha’s height,
Yet there the cross pierces the night.
Its weathered beams, with blood engraved,
Stand mute, where sin’s dark debt is braved.

What sacrifice in silence reigns?
What love endures through mortal pains?
The thorns that bite, the spear that tears,
A quiet King whose grace repairs.

Through veiled skies, the mourners bow,
Their whispered sobs the only vow.
What stillness holds the earth in thrall?
What mercy breaks the ancient fall?

The winds grow hushed, the stones lie still,
Yet power surges from that hill.
The Savior’s breath, a wordless plea,
Unbinds the chains of destiny.

What glory shines where shadows flee?
What strength in death sets captives free?
The cross, though silent, speaks with might,
Its voiceless roar ignites the light.

In faithful hearts, they hear His call,
A love that echoes, saving all.
“Finished!” His cry rends heaven’s gate,
A victor’s shout that seals sin’s fate.

No louder song could earth sustain,
The cross’s hush drowns evil’s reign.
From silent scars, His glory soars,
Christ reigns supreme, forevermore!