The Risen Hour by Debbie Harris

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The poem portrays Easter morning as a time of divine victory and renewal. It begins with dawn illuminating the landscape—cypress trees and earth—marking the end of night’s hold. A sparrow’s song rises, and a lily pushes through the soil, symbolizing resurrection and a kept promise. Light triumphs over darkness, the tomb powerless against the sun’s ascent, observed by quiet pines. A brook flows vibrantly, its waters echoing love and grace. The poem closes with the stone cast aside, death overcome, and life reaffirmed, as nature and the soul unite in celebration of the risen presence.

The dawn ignites the cypress spire,
A flame of gold, a silent choir,
Where once the night held heavy reign,
The earth shakes free its ancient chain.

The sparrow lifts its fragile tune,
Above the tomb, beneath the moon,
And through the sod, where shadows slept,
A lily breaks, a vow is kept.

No shroud can hold the morning’s might,
No cavern dims this boundless light,
The pines stand witness, tall and still,
To grace that bends the eternal will.

The brook runs bright with melted snow,
A living vein through all that grow,
And in its song, the heart can trace
The pulse of love, the soul’s embrace.

For on this morn, the stone’s undone,
The grave outshone by rising sun,
Through wood and field, the whisper spreads—
Life reigns where once was death’s own tread.


The Basin’s Glow by Debbie Harris

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Jesus kneels with a basin, washing the disciples’ feet despite Peter’s gruff protest, his hands gentle and steady in the dust-filled room. A quiet smile lights his face, sparking a flicker of laughter among the awkward disciples—John chuckling at a splash—amid the looming sorrow of betrayal and death. He offers them wine, a gift of himself, his joy shining through the tension, unbreakable even by the darkness ahead. It’s a moment of grace, tender and luminous, where love meets mess and lifts it into light.

He kneels,
the dust of the road still clinging
to His robe’s hem,
hands steady as they cradle
the basin’s trembling water.
“Lord, not my feet,” Peter protests,
voice rough with love,
and the others shift,
awkward as boys caught
stealing figs.

But He smiles—
not a loud thing,
not a thunderclap,
just a flicker,
like sun breaking
through olive branches.
“Simon, Simon,” He says,
voice warm as bread torn fresh,
“if I don’t wash you,
how will you know Me?”

The room holds its breath,
sorrow curling in the corners—
thorns and nails
already whispering
beyond the walls.
Yet here,
His fingers dip and lift,
tracing grace over calluses,
and John lets slip
a small, startled laugh
at the splash on Thomas’ tunic.

He rises,
eyes alight with something
bigger than the dark ahead,
and hands them the cup:
“Drink, friends—
this is Mine for you.”
They do,
tasting wine and wonder,
while the One who stoops
to meet their mess
bears a glow
that death may veil
but never dim.

We Demolish Arguments and Every Pretension That Sets Itself Up Against the Knowledge of God by Debbie Harris

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The poem celebrates a bold, unwavering faith rooted in 2 Corinthians 10:5. It portrays believers as fearless warriors who reject weak doubts, tear down opposing arguments, and align their thoughts with Christ’s truth. With courage and the power of God’s Word, they triumph over spiritual challenges, claiming victory for righteousness and living boldly for Jesus.

No timid whispers cloak our creed,
No fragile doubts define our need.
We stand unshaken, firm, and free,
With faith as bold as Calvary.

Arguments rise, pretensions tower,
Yet crumble beneath the Spirit’s power.
We cast them down, their reign undone,
By truth proclaimed through God’s own Son.

Every thought, once wild, untamed,
We seize, we bind, in Jesus’ name.
No weak resolve, no faltering plea,
But courage forged in victory.

Obedient hearts, with strength arrayed,
We wield the Word, a gleaming blade.
Against the dark, we boldly press,
To claim the mind for righteousness.

So rise, O soul, with faith ablaze,
Defy the shadows, halt their reign.
For we are called, not faint, but whole,
To live for Christ—both brave and bold


For You Are Great and Do Marvelous Deeds; You Alone Are God by Debbie Harris

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The poem is a lyrical reflection on Psalm 86:10, celebrating God’s unparalleled greatness, marvelous deeds, and sovereign love. It paints vivid images of creation—sky, stars, oceans, mountains, and more—bowing to God’s power and glory. Through nature’s wonders and intimate care, it portrays a God who heals, sustains, and reigns alone, unmatched by any rival. The poem weaves themes of divine majesty and tender love, culminating in the affirmation that all wonders find their source and resting place in God alone.

Beneath the vast and endless sky,
Your splendor lifts my soul on high.
With wonders shaped by hands unseen,
You cloak the world in gold and green.
The dawn ignites with fiery hue,
Each breath of life a gift from You.
No force can match Your boundless might,
A love that turns the dark to light.

No other name commands the stars,
Nor heals the heart’s deep-hidden scars.
The oceans roar, the tempests cease,
Your love pours out in waves of peace.
The sparrow soars, the lilies bloom,
Your tender care fills every room.
Through every age, Your works resound,
A love so deep, forever found.

Alone You reign, O Lord divine,
Your mighty acts, a holy sign.
The heavens stretch to tell Your story,
Each twinkling light reflects Your glory.
The winds whisper through the trees,
A love that humbles every breeze.
No idol forged by mortal hand,
Can know Your heart, or understand.

The mountains bow, the rivers sing,
To You, the one eternal King.
The thunder rolls, the lightning gleams,
Your love ignites the wildest dreams.
From desert sands to icy streams,
Your voice awakens love supreme.
No rival dares to claim Your throne,
Your sovereign will stands firm alone.

In silence deep, or chaos loud,
Your love shines through the darkest cloud.
The broken soul, the weary sigh,
Find refuge in Your watchful eye.
With every step, Your love is near,
A wonder chasing doubt and fear.
A love that holds the world in place,
In You alone, all wonders abide.

Judge Not, the Cry Of A Culture Adrift by Debbie Harris

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The poem explores how the phrase “judge not” has been co-opted by a modern culture that prioritizes personal freedom and pleasure over traditional moral or religious values. It begins by depicting this phrase as a protective banner for those who indulge in fleeting desires, contrasting its original biblical intent—to encourage self-reflection—with its current use as a defense for unchecked behavior. The fading influence of faith, symbolized by dim steeples and crosses, is set against the rise of a society that celebrates autonomy as its new creed. The poem closes with a provocative question, challenging readers to consider the spiritual consequences of a world where liberty overshadows accountability to a higher power.

“Judge not,” they cry, a banner high,
A shield for hearts that roam,
Through shadowed vales where pleasures lie,
They build their fragile home.

The words once meant to humble souls,
To weigh the self within,
Now guard the love of fleeting goals,
A culture drunk on sin.

The steeple fades, the cross grows dim,
Their echoes soft and few,
While freedom reigns, a cherished hymn,
To all they long to do.

Yet who will face the soul’s true cost,
When freedom reigns and God is lost?

Stones Speaking: The Unsilenced Choir of Creation Sings Victorious Songs About Jesus Christ Our Lord by Debbie Harris

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The poem, titled “Stones Speaking: The Unsilenced Choir of Creation Sings Victorious Songs About Jesus Christ Our Lord”, reimagines the biblical moment from Luke 19:40 (KJV): “And he answered and said unto them, I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.” It portrays a world where human praise falls silent, and the gemstones of the earth—ruby, sapphire, emerald, amethyst, diamond, topaz, onyx, garnet, and quartz—rise in a triumphant chorus for Jesus Christ. Each stone sings with a unique voice: ruby trumpets His victorious blood, sapphire offers deep hallelujahs, emerald exults in His eternal dawn, and so on. These rocks are not quiet because they are forged by the Creator’s hand to proclaim His triumph—songs of war won, hosannas, and battle hymns—celebrating Jesus as Lord. The poem blends vivid imagery, concise language, and a contemplative yet victorious tone, emphasizing creation’s unyielding praise for Christ’s redemptive glory.

What if we hush?
The ruby blazes—a trumpet blast,
not quiet, for it shouts
a victor’s anthem,
red as Jesus’ blood that won.
Sapphire resounds,
a deep blue hallelujah,
sung to Christ from caverns unbowed.

Emeralds flare,
green with the thrill of rising,
their chorus a bold alleluia
to Jesus, Lord of dawn unbroken.
Amethyst rings out triumph,
violet and fierce,
diamond strikes the air—
a fanfare for Christ’s unshattered light.

Topaz ignites,
gold as the crown Jesus reclaimed,
its song a battle hymn of joy.
Onyx rolls deep,
a thunder of glory
to our Lord from earth’s own vault.
Garnet pulses—red, relentless—
a march of overcome for Jesus,
quartz gleams clear,
a peal of hosannas
no shadow can mute.

They are not quiet,
these unshaken singers.
Forged in fire,
split for splendor,
they bear the triumph of Jesus Christ—
anthems of a war He won,
praises that storm the silence,
a roar of victory
etched in their bones,
sung when we cannot
to crown the air with His light.


The Rocks Cry Out With Jeweled Praise by Debbie Harris

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The poem, titled “The Rocks Cry Out in Jeweled Praise”, imagines a world where human voices fall silent, and gemstones take up the task of praise. Inspired by Luke 19:40, it describes various gems—ruby, sapphire, emerald, amethyst, diamond, topaz, onyx, garnet, and quartz—each contributing its unique voice to a divine chorus. From fiery shouts to deep rumbles, the rocks and gems sing eternally, their vibrant cries rising from the earth to proclaim our Savior’s truth and glory.

If mortal lips should cease to sing,
The earth itself will praise its King.
The ruby glows with fiery shout,
While sapphire hums a hymn devout.

Emeralds gleam with verdant cheer,
Their whispers rise for all to hear.
Amethyst in purple tones,
Joins diamond’s chime from ancient stones.

Topaz sparks with golden cries,
Onyx rumbles, deep and wise.
Garnet wails a crimson plea,
Quartz resounds in harmony.

From jagged cliffs to polished gems,
The rocks cry out through roots and stems,
A chorus vast, unyielding, free,
Proclaiming truth eternally.

Take a Stand With Israel and the Jews Against the Ceaseless Horrors of Antisemitism by Debbie Harris

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“The Horrors of Antisemitism” depicts Israel and the Jewish people as enduring beacons of faith and resilience against a relentless, shape-shifting hatred. It paints antisemitism as a pervasive evil—ancient yet thriving in modern forms like online vitriol and physical attacks—threatening a people bound by a sacred covenant. The poem suggests that supporting them aligns with justice and divine will, reflecting their unyielding spirit in the face of persecution. It ends with a resolute call to sustain the Jewish people, portrayed as precious and indelibly marked, protected by God’s unwavering watch.

Beneath the sky where history weeps,
A nation stands where faith runs deep.
To lift its star is to hold a light,
Against the shadows that claw the night.

The venom spreads, a whispered hate,
Through screens and streets, it lies in wait.
A specter old, with modern guise,
Defiles the truth with ancient lies.

Synagogues burn, the words turn vile,
A people marked by time’s long trial.
Yet still they rise, unbroken, bold,
A covenant carved in tales of old.

To stand with them, some say, is just,
To echo God through ash and dust.
For in their struggle, a mirror gleams—
The fight for hope amid the screams.

The horror creeps, a rising tide,
Antisemitism’s ceaseless stride.
Sustain the precious, etched in stone,
God’s gaze their shield, never alone.

Morning’s Feathered Score by Debbie Harris

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This poem celebrates the enchanting beauty of birds singing at dawn, weaving their voices into a vibrant symphony. It opens with the first light trembling through a chorus of sparrows, finches, and warblers, their notes threading silver, gold, and sapphire into the air, piercing the quiet with delicate yet bold melodies. The scene deepens as trees hold still to cradle the thrush’s amber song and the blackbird’s velvet tones, creating a rising and falling tide of sound amid misty leaves and dewy grass—an ancient yet fresh music. The poem closes with a reflective wonder at the unseen force tuning this wild choir, each bird’s chirp a prayerful note, blending into a serene, enduring beauty that hints at a divine hand behind the morning’s dawn.

At dawn’s first blush, the air trembles—
a chorus spills from twig and bough,
the sparrow’s trill, a silver needle,
stitching light through shadow’s shroud.
The finch ignites a thread of gold,
warbler weaves a sapphire hum,
each note a wingbeat, soft, yet bold,
a symphony the silence drums.

The trees stand still, their branches cupped,
to catch this fleeting, fragile grace—
a thrush unravels amber threads,
blackbird flings a velvet trace.
It rises, falls, a living tide,
through mist that clings to leaf and stem,
a music older than the sky,
yet new as dew on grass again.

What hand tunes this untamed choir,
this riot of beak and breath and flight?
The morning holds its secret close,
a whisper stitched in shards of light.
Each song a prayer, a fleeting psalm,
sung to the One who strung the dawn—
in every chirp, a holy calm,
a beauty wild, and never gone.

The Regal Glory of All Things Christ and His Heavenly Word by Debbie Harris

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This poem exalts the divine splendor and eternal worth of the Bible, Jesus’ names, and all elements tied to His redemptive story. It begins by revering the Bible as a radiant, royal scroll—its words a scepter of heavenly power, adorned with jewel-like verses that echo grace and glory through time. The names of Jesus—King of kings, Lord of lords, Prince of Peace, and more—resound like trumpets, each title a shining testament to His unending reign. The poem then honors the sacred symbols of His life—the cross, tomb, blood, bread, and wine—as treasures of a kingdom where darkness yields to day. It concludes with a call to worship in awe, lifting praise to the timeless gifts of Scripture and Jesus’ legacy, culminating in a vision of an unfading crown raised to Jesus, to whom all hearts bow in adoration.

O hallowed Word, enthroned in light,
The Bible gleams, a royal scroll,
Its pages breathe with heaven’s might,
A scepter for the seeking soul.
Each verse a jewel, each line a crown,
Through ages vast, its truth resounds,
A golden thread from throne to town,
Where grace and glory know no bounds.

The names of Jesus—King of kings,
Lord of lords, the Prince of Peace—
Like trumpets bold, their echo rings,
A reign that never shall decrease.
Emmanuel, the Word made flesh,
Redeemer, Savior, Morning Star,
Each title shines, divinely fresh,
A regal chorus near and far.

All things of Him, the cross, the tomb,
The blood that washes sin away,
Are treasures of the sacred womb,
Where night surrenders to the day.
The bread, the wine, the whispered prayer,
The Spirit’s flame, the Father’s call,
In every sign, His beauty there,
A kingdom vast, embracing all.

Bow low, ye hearts, in awe adore,
Lift high the praise that never fades,
For Scripture’s voice and Jesus’ lore
Are royal gifts that time evades.
With trembling hands and bended knee,
We worship at this holy flame,
A crown unfading, pure, and high,
To Jesus raised, our hearts comply.