A Hymn of Trust in the Triune God by Debbie Harris

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The poem, A Hymn of Trust in the Triune God, expresses steadfast faith in the Triune God across diverse life experiences. It affirms trust in God during health, sickness, trials, tears, laughter, blessings, loss, doubt, peace, birth, and death. Each stanza highlights a universal scenario where God’s presence—through grace, strength, comfort, or mercy—sustains believers. The poem emphasizes the unchanging faithfulness of the Father, Son, and Spirit, offering hope and assurance in every moment, from life’s joys to its challenges.

In health, we trust our Triune God,
Whose love sustains each breath we draw.
In sickness, weak upon our sod,
We lean on grace that holds no flaw.

On beds of pain, where shadows creep,
We rest in arms that never tire.
In trials deep, where fears may leap,
God’s strength becomes our heart’s desire.

In tears that fall like silent rain,
We find the Comforter divine.
In laughter bright, a sweet refrain,
God’s joy within our souls does shine.

In blessings rich, when life is kind,
We praise the Source of every good.
In loss, when hope seems hard to find,
We trust the Cross, where mercy stood.

In doubt, when faith begins to sway,
The Spirit whispers, “I am near.”
In peace, when hearts in silence pray,
The Father’s voice is strong and clear.

In birth, the dawn of life’s first cry,
We see God’s hand in every plan.
In death, when mortal shells must die,
We trust the Son, who conquered man.

Through every storm, through every calm,
In every moment, vast or small,
Our Triune God, with healing balm,
Is faithful, present, through it all.

A Sonnet on the Eternal Beauty of Our Hope in Jesus Christ, Our Lord and Savior by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet celebrates the enduring hope and divine beauty found in Jesus Christ. It portrays Christ as a radiant, merciful light who dispels darkness, offers redemption, and provides unwavering love. Through His grace, the broken find worth, and no storm or sin can diminish His splendor. The poem concludes by affirming Christ as the eternal guide and source of hope for believers.

In realms where mortal hearts do falter, frail,
A light divine doth pierce the shadowed veil,
Our Savior, Christ, with love that cannot wane,
Bestows on us a hope to rise again.

His mercy, like the dawn’s first golden ray,
Illumes the soul and chases night away.
Through cross and grace, His beauty doth abide,
A boundless spring where weary hearts reside.

No storm can dim the splendor of His face,
No sin too vast to flee His warm embrace.
In Him, the broken find their sacred worth,
And heaven’s song resounds o’er all the earth.

O Jesus, Lord, Thy beauty is our stay,
Our hope eternal, guiding all our way.

Sonnet Of Immeasurable And Expectant Christ-Centered Possibilities Through Jesus Christ Our Lord by Debbie Harris

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Ephesians 3:20-21 (NIV): “Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

O Power divine, beyond our dreams’ wide scope,
You weave with might what mortals dare not ask.
Your boundless grace ignites the flame of hope,
And bids our hearts in victory unmask.

Immeasurably more, Your wonders soar,
Above the stars, beyond our frail design.
Each prayer, each wish, You gloriously restore,
With love that makes the church’s spirit shine.

Expectant souls await Your radiant call,
Through Christ, eternal, generations sing.
Triumphant joy resounds in heaven’s hall,
As glory crowns our Savior, Lord, and King.

Forevermore, Your name shall we adore,
Amen, our hearts with praise shall ever soar!

Rejoicing in the Eternal Truth of Divine Prophecy by Debbie Harris

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The poem, titled Rejoicing in the Eternal Truth of Divine Prophecy, is a sacred and joyous celebration of prophecy fulfilled. It expresses profound awe as ancient promises, etched in time, manifest with radiant clarity. The heavens and earth join in reverence, with imagery of humming skies, trembling mountains, and streams bearing divine truth. The poem culminates in a heart uplifted in delight, basking in the holy moment where faith and vision unite. Its tone is reverent, vibrant, and uplifting, evoking a timeless connection to divine fulfillment.

What a divine and holy joy
to see prophecy become reality,
where ancient words, etched deep in time,
unfold in truth with radiant clarity.

The heavens hum with silent awe,
their vault a witness to the foretold.
Each sacred vow, once held in hope,
now burns like embers in the soul’s stronghold.

The earth responds with trembling praise,
its mountains echoing grace’s call.
In every stream, in every stone,
the hand of God inscribes its all.

O hallowed moment, O sacred sight,
when faith and vision weave as one.
The heart, now lifted in delight,
rejoices in the holy sight.

Sonnet on Psalm 92:1-5 by Debbie Harris

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Psalm 92:1-5 (KJV):
1 It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High:
2 To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night,
3 Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the psaltery; upon the harp with a solemn sound.
4 For thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
5 O Lord, how great are thy works! and thy thoughts are very deep.

With joyful hearts, we raise our voice in praise,
To sing of God’s great name, Most High, divine.
At dawn, His steadfast love our souls does raise,
At night, His faithfulness in stars does shine.
The guitar’s sweet strings and harp’s exultant call
Resound with gladness for His mighty deeds.
His works, so vast, inspire our hearts to fall
In awe, where worship blooms like springtime seeds.

How great His hands have shaped the world’s design,
How deep His thoughts, beyond our human mind!
Our spirits leap, our songs with His entwine,
For He has wrought such wonders without end.
O Lord, Your name shall ever be our song,
In jubilation, we to You belong.

I Am With You Always, Even Unto the End of the World

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Summary of the Sonnet

The sonnet, inspired by Matthew 28:20 (“I am with you always, even unto the end of the world”), celebrates Christ’s eternal presence with a victorious, upbeat, joyous, and triumphant tone. It calls believers to rejoice, proclaiming that Christ’s radiant love and mighty grace lead them through all ages, undimmed by any foe or darkness. His promise empowers them to rise and sing, carrying His presence as a banner of victory until the end of time. The sonnet culminates in a jubilant call to ascend in faith, assured of the King’s constant nearness.

I am with you always even unto the end of the world!

Matthew 28:20 KJV

Rejoice, O hearts, lift high the victor’s song!
For Christ proclaims, “I’m with you evermore!”
His radiant love shall lead the joyous throng,
Through every age, to Heaven’s golden shore.

No foe can dim the glory of His light,
No darkness dares to challenge His command.
With mighty grace, He turns our fears to flight,
And holds us firm within His sovereign hand.

The world may shake, yet still we rise and sing,
His promise rings, triumphant, bold, and free!
Till time’s last hour, His presence shall we bring,
A banner bright of endless victory.

So shout with joy, let every soul ascend,
Our King is near, with us until the end!

Sanctuary of Grace: A Sonnet on Spurgeon’s Church by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, titled “Sanctuary of Grace: A Sonnet on Spurgeon’s Church,” reflects Charles H. Spurgeon’s view of the church as a haven for imperfect souls. It portrays the church as a sanctuary where sinners, saved by grace, find healing and love. It serves as a nurturing space for God’s children to grow in faith, a fold for Christ’s followers, and a true home for His family. The poem emphasizes the church’s role as a place of hope and peace for the wayward, offering eternal comfort and spiritual light, echoing Spurgeon’s sentiment that it is the “dearest place on earth.”

“The church is not an institution for perfect people. It is a sanctuary for sinners saved by grace, a nursery for God’s sweet children to be nurtured and grow strong. It is the fold for Christ’s sheep, the home for Christ’s family. The church is the dearest place on earth.”
– Charles H. Spurgeon

The church, no hall for flawless souls to stand,
But sanctuary sweet for broken hearts,
Where sinners, touched by grace, in mercy land,
And find in love the healing that imparts.
A nursery for God’s dear children small,
To grow in faith, to root in sacred ground,
A fold where Christ’s own sheep may hear His call,
And in His family, true home is found.
Not built for perfect ones, but those who stray,
Yet seek the light that shines through holy doors,
A place where Heaven’s hope in hearts will stay,
And peace descends on earth’s most troubled shores.
Oh, dearest church, thy warmth shall never cease,
For in thy walls, we find eternal peace.

Sonnet: Christ, the Sole Head of the Church by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet declares Jesus Christ as the sole head of the Church, emphasizing His supreme authority and rejecting any human claim to that role. It cites scriptural support from Ephesians and Colossians, portraying Christ as the eternal guide and Lord of the Church, His “bride.” The poem underscores that only Christ’s divine power and Spirit lead the faithful, with His Word as their light, culminating in praise for His everlasting, pure leadership.

O Christ, the King, the Head of Church alone,
Thy sovereign grace commands the faithful throng.
No mortal crown can claim Thy sacred throne,
For Thou art Lord, to Thee all hearts belong.
In scripture’s truth, Thy role is brightly shown,
Ephesians calls Thee Head, the Body’s guide.
Colossians hails Thy name, no rival known,
The Church Thy bride, with Thee forever tied.
No human hand can wield Thy holy might,
No earthly voice Thy perfect will decree.
Thy Spirit leads through darkness into light,
Thy Word the lamp that sets the captive free.
All praise to Thee, our Savior, ever near,
The Church’s Head, eternal, pure, and clear.

Sonnet To A Christ-Centered Mother by Debbie Harris

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Dedicated to my amazing, brilliant, Christ-centered Mom!

The sonnet celebrates a mother whose life is deeply rooted in Christ’s love. It portrays her as a radiant, graceful figure whose faith guides her nurturing actions. Her laughter, prayers, and wisdom reflect her devotion, making her a beacon of kindness and mercy. Her soul surpasses the beauty of gems, and her love creates a sacred space where Christ’s grace flourishes.

Upon a heart where Christ’s own light doth shine,
A mother weaves her love, both pure and grand.
Her gentle hands, with grace of saintly kind,
Craft days of warmth, as led by heaven’s hand.

Her laughter rings like bells in sacred halls,
Her prayers ascend, a fragrant offering sweet.
In every step, she heeds her Savior’s calls,
Her faith a rock where love and mercy meet.

No gem could match the radiance of her soul,
No star outgleam the kindness in her eyes.
She guides her own with wisdom, soft yet bold,
A beacon bright beneath eternal skies.

O precious mother, Christ’s own love dost show,
Thy heart’s a garden where His graces grow.

Sonnet On Isaiah 64:8 by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet inspired by Isaiah 64:8 portrays God as a sovereign and triumphant Potter, majestically shaping humanity, His clay, into a glorious masterpiece. With a royal tone, it celebrates God’s divine authority and creative power, emphasizing His ability to mold souls through trials into radiant reflections of His will. The 14-line Shakespearean sonnet uses iambic pentameter and an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme to convey humanity’s exalted role as God’s victorious creation, destined to shine under His eternal reign.

O Sovereign Lord, our Father, King supreme,
Your mighty hands as Potter shape the clay!
From formless dust, You weave a royal dream,
And crown Your work with light of endless day.

Your throne commands the stars, yet You descend,
To mold our souls with artistry divine.
Each stroke proclaims Your glory without end,
Your sacred seal on hearts that brightly shine.

No flaw can dim the splendor You decree,
Your boundless power bids the broken rise.
Through trials fierce, Your will shall ever be,
To forge in us a triumph in the skies.

Great Potter, King, Your hands our fate have won,
We reign as Yours, Your masterpiece begun!