A Prayer for God’s Wings of Calm Amid Stressful and Unsettling Times by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, titled “A Prayer for God’s Wings of Calm Amid Stressful and Unsettling Times,” portrays a heartfelt plea for divine peace when life’s chaos and fear overwhelm the soul. It describes God’s wings as a secure refuge, offering comfort and serenity amidst intense struggles. The poem emphasizes that no burden is too great for God’s mercy, which calms anxiety and restores hope. It encourages prayer in moments of distress, assuring that God’s love provides a tranquil shelter, guiding the heart to safety and rest.

When tempests rise and chaos grips the soul,
And fear’s sharp claws would rend the heart apart,
We lift our cries where mortal hopes may fall,
To seek the peace that only God imparts.

Beneath His wings, a refuge strong and sure,
We find repose from life’s unyielding strain;
His mercy folds us, steadfast and secure,
A shield of calm amid the storm’s refrain.

No trial too fierce, no burden too profound,
For God’s embrace will still the raging sea;
His whispered love restores with gentle sound,
And bids our anxious spirits to be free.

So pray, dear heart, when shadows fiercely loom,
For wings of calm to bear thee safely home.

The Savior’s Tender Call to Repentance and Redemption by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, titled “The Savior’s Tender Call to Repentance and Redemption,” conveys a heartfelt invitation from Jesus Christ to those who do not yet know Him. It urges wandering souls to repent, believe in Christ as the risen Son, and receive His grace and mercy. The poem emphasizes that no sin is too great for His forgiveness, portraying the cross as a guiding light and Christ’s love as unending. It concludes with a call to faith, encouraging the reader to let go of burdens and live for the Savior who sacrificed Himself for all.

O wand’ring soul, adrift in shadows’ sway,
The Savior’s voice, so gentle, calls to thee;
A holy whisper breaks the night’s delay,
“Repent, believe, and find thy rest in Me.”

No heart too lost, no sin too dark to mend,
His mercy flows where guilt has carved its scar;
He bids thee come, His love shall never end,
The cross a beacon gleaming from afar.

Believe in Him, the Christ, the risen Son,
Whose blood was shed to make thy spirit whole;
Receive His grace, the victory He has won,
And find sweet peace to heal thy weary soul.

Respond in faith, let all thy burdens fall,
And live for Him who gave His life for all.

A Royal River of Divine Truth, Shaping Hearts from Glory to Glory with Active Might by Debbie Harris

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Titled A Royal River of Divine Truth, Shaping Hearts from Glory to Glory with Active Might, the sonnet celebrates the transformative journey of believers becoming kings and queens through God’s Word. In a royal, majestic tone, the Word is a sovereign force, sharper than a sword (Hebrews 4:12), piercing and shaping the soul. As living water, it carves the heart’s old stone, refining a hardened heart. Believers, born new in glory, rise through divine training by the Word’s truth, their hearts blazing brighter as they grow. This privilege culminates in reigning as kings and queens, schooled by heavenly rivers to claim eternal royalty. The Word’s crystal flood frees the soul, crowning all as royal heirs forever in God’s kingdom.

O hallowed Word, enthroned in radiant might,
Thy sacred leaves unfold with sov’reign grace.
More keen than swords, Thy blade doth pierce the night,
Dividing soul and spirit in Thy chase.
Like royal rivers, mighty, clear, and grand,
Thy living waters carve the heart’s old stone.
Each current shapes the heart by Thy command,
Its polished arcs a testament alone.
Born new in glory, souls to glory rise,
Thy truth’s pure light doth train the heart to flame.
What privilege, as kings and queens we reign,
Schooled by Thy stream where heav’nly rivers claim.
Thy crystal flood, through stone and soul, makes free,
And crowns us royal heirs eternally.

Sonnet: The Uncontainable Jubilance of a Soul Transformed in Divine Renewal by Being Born Again by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet The Uncontainable Jubilance of a Soul Transformed in Divine Renewal by Being Born Again captures the exuberant joy of spiritual rebirth. It describes a soul overflowing with divine bliss, likened to sparkling light and an unstoppable hymn. This rapture, ignited by being born again, frees the spirit from fear and doubt, filling every moment with sacred song and holy fire. The world glows with heavenly light, and no force can silence this radiant tide of love and grace. The poem culminates in the affirmation that heaven’s glory courses through the soul, an eternal anthem that cannot be contained.

A bubbling mirth within my soul does spark,
Like glittering beams that weave through dawn’s embrace.
No heart can hush this jubilance, it arcs,
A radiant hymn that time cannot erase.

This bliss, by being born again, does soar,
Its vibrant pulse no mortal chain can bind.
My spirit dances, free forevermore,
As love’s eternal flame consumes the mind.

Each breath a song, each glance a holy fire,
The world aglow with heaven’s boundless ray.
No silence curbs this tide of pure desire,
Its current sweeps all shadowed doubts away.

No silence tames this anthem’s holy strain,
For heaven’s glory flows through every vein.

May Hosannah Always Be in Our Hearts as Our Hymn of Praise to Jesus Christ Our Lord And King by Debbie Harris

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This Shakespearean sonnet (14 lines, iambic pentameter, ABAB CDCD EFEF GG) is a majestic celebration of worship, centered on the cry of “hosannah” as a fruit of praise to Jesus Christ. It begins with human voices—both speaking and singing—offering hosannah, joined by angels with gemstone-studded trumpets (sapphire, diamond, emerald). The praise overcomes darkness, uniting human hearts in devotion, and culminates in a triumphant affirmation of Christ’s reign. Vivid celestial imagery, like starlit skies and blazing glory, underscores the eternal victory of Christ, who reigns as “our hope supreme,” while hosannah blooms as an enduring expression of worship from the heart.

Hosannah bursts from lips that speak and sing,
Its clarion call ignites the starlit skies.
With gemstone-studded trumpets, angels bring
A blaze of glory where no shadow lies.

No mortal veil can still this sacred cry,
It storms the heavens with unyielding might.
Each jeweled horn resounds, its notes defy
The fleeting dark to hail eternal light.

Where human hearts in song and speech unite,
Hosannah’s fire consumes all doubt’s refrain.
Its anthem soars where sapphire trumpets peal,
Their diamond studs like stars in heaven’s train.

O lift your voice with emerald horns that gleam,
Hosannah blooms—Christ reigns, our hope supreme!


Prayer Rising from Hopeful, Expectant, Anticipatory Hearts to the Sovereign King by Debbie Harris

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The poem, titled “Prayer Rising from Hopeful, Expectant, Anticipatory Hearts to the Sovereign King,” is a free verse exploration of prayer as an act of faith. It portrays prayers rising from hearts filled with hope, expectation, and anticipation, directed to a sovereign King who rules over both heaven and earth. While acknowledging that prayers don’t always bring the blessings sought, the poem emphasizes trust in the King’s wisdom and constant presence. The language builds like a crescendo, reflecting the growing intensity of longing and devotion, yet remains grounded in the uncertainty of outcomes, weaving a delicate balance of surrender and faith.

Our prayers rise,
soft whispers from hopeful hearts,
trembling with expectant light,
anticipatory sparks igniting the soul’s quiet.

They soar,
not always cradled in promised gifts,
yet ever heard by the King—
His throne spanning star-dust and earth’s fragile clay.

Each syllable builds,
a crescendo of longing,
hopeful, expectant, anticipatory—
hearts pulsing, reaching, yearning for grace.

No vow of blessings certain,
but in the offering, we weave faith’s fragile thread,
trusting His gaze,
sovereign, steady, unending.

Living For The Praise Of God by Debbie Harris

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The quatrain “Living for the Praise of God” expresses a desire to live in a way that earns God’s approval. It emphasizes dedicating actions to glorifying His name, rejecting worldly recognition in favor of seeking His divine affirmation. The poem frames life as a hymn, with the heart’s focus on receiving God’s praise as the ultimate goal. Written in a single quatrain with an AABB rhyme scheme and loosely iambic pentameter, it conveys a concise, devout commitment to living for the honour and glory of Jesus Christ alone.

To live that God’s own praise may crown our days,
Each deed a hymn to lift His holy name.
Our hearts seek not the world’s fleeting displays,
But seek His smile, His glory our true aim.

My Soul’s Song To The Savior by Debbie Harris

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The poem “My Soul’s Song to the Savior” is a heartfelt expression of devotion to Jesus, portraying faith as a guiding light over worldly temptations like fame. Each quatrain reflects gratitude for His mercy, strength through trials, and commitment to glorifying Him. The speaker offers humble words as a hymn, finding peace in divine grace. The poem emphasizes spiritual wealth over earthly gain, culminating in a vow of eternal allegiance to Jesus, with truth and Spirit shaping the poet’s voice. Written in three quatrains and a couplet with an AABB rhyme scheme, it flows like a prayer, celebrating unwavering faith.

In every dawn, Your mercy wakes my soul,
A quiet light where broken hearts are whole.
No gold I seek, no fleeting fame to claim,
My voice is Yours, to glorify Your name.

Through trials deep, Your hand has held me fast,
Each step a gift, Your love will ever last.
The world may call with shadows cold and vain,
But in Your grace, my spirit shall remain.

My words are small, yet offered pure and free,
A humble hymn to rise eternally.
No crown of earth could match Your holy peace,
In Jesus’ arms, my fears and doubts release.

Your truth’s my ink, Your Spirit shapes my rhyme,
My soul belongs to You through endless time.

Adorning the Soul with a Crown of Prayer’s Timeless Gemstones by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet “A Crown of Prayer’s Eternal Gems” portrays prayers as precious gemstones forming a divine crown for the soul. Each prayer—likened to emeralds (hope), rubies (fervor), sapphires (faith), and diamonds (grace)—shines with unique brilliance, surpassing earthly wealth. This crown, weightless yet powerful, holds celestial light, heals inner wounds, and endures beyond time. Crafted through heartfelt words, it reflects eternal skies, adorning the spirit with an immortal glow no mortal could replicate.

Each prayer a gem to crown the soul’s design,
A radiant jewel set in sacred gold.
Like emeralds, hope in tender hues does shine,
While rubies burn with fervor uncontroll’d.

Sapphire’s calm faith reflects the heavens’ blue,
And diamond’s grace cuts through the darkest night.
No earthly king could claim a wealth so true,
For prayer’s bright crown bestows celestial light.

No weight it bears, yet holds the stars above,
Its brilliance mends the heart’s unspoken pain.
Each whispered word, a facet carved with love,
Endures through storm, untouched by time’s disdain.

This regal wreath, no mortal hand could frame,
Adorns the spirit with immortal flame.

When Every Breath Becomes A Sacred Prayer by Debbie Harris

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The poem “When Every Breath Becomes a Sacred Prayer” captures the transformative power of living with intention. It portrays life as vibrant and purposeful when each breath is infused with prayer, turning routine moments into sacred experiences. Inhales weave hope, exhales mend subtly, and every step resonates with meaning, igniting the heart with joy and connection to the divine. The poem suggests that this Christ- centered approach makes every second thrilling and alive with spiritual significance.

When every breath is a prayer,
Life sparks, a flame in the air.
Each inhale weaves hope’s quiet song,
Each exhale rights the world’s soft wrong.

Steps hum with purpose, eyes alight,
Dawn’s glow ignites the heart’s delight.
No moment fades, no second spares—
All pulse with sacred, thrilling prayers.