Sonnet: To God-Fearing Stewards of the State by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet praises government officials who govern with a deep reverence for God, portraying them as steadfast and sincere in their duties. It highlights their resistance to corruption and their commitment to justice, guided by faith rather than worldly temptations. These officials work to restore a nation united under God’s will, offering prayers and efforts to heal societal divides. The poem concludes by honoring their wise, dutiful leadership, rooted in divine love and a higher calling.

In chambers where the laws of men are shaped,
Stand guardians clad in faith, their hearts sincere,
With fear of God, their souls are firmly draped,
To serve the land with justice they revere.

No bribe can sway, nor power dim their sight,
For Heaven’s gaze directs their every deed,
They wield their charge beneath eternal light,
A higher call their mortal hands to heed.

Through storms of strife, they labor to restore,
A nation knit by grace and righteous aim,
Their prayers ascend to mend what time has worn,
One flock, one fold, beneath God’s holy name.

So honor these, who fear the Lord above,
And rule with wisdom, duty, and His love.

The Unyielding Strength of Faith Above Earthly Government and the Infinite Power of God Over All Creation by Debbie Harris

The sonnet explores the superior power of faith and God over human institutions. It portrays faith as an unquenchable force that outlasts and overshadows government, enduring through challenges with quiet strength. It then elevates God as the ultimate authority, whose will surpasses all earthly powers and mortal schemes, existing eternally beyond human limitations. The poem concludes by affirming faith’s triumph over human rule and God’s transcendent dominion over all.

Faith rises high above the halls of power,
A flame no mortal edict can constrain,
Through storm and dark, it blooms—a steadfast flower,
Defying chains of law with sweet refrain.

While governments in pomp and pride may reign,
Their scepters bend beneath time’s ceaseless call,
Yet faith endures, a thread through joy and pain,
Its quiet might outshines the grandest hall.

But greater still, the One who shaped the skies,
Beyond all thrones, His will alone supreme,
In awe, the heart beholds what never dies,
A force unbound by flesh or fleeting dream.

So faith outstrips the rule of human hands,
And God’s vast will transcends all mortal plans.

The Enemy’s Hate Against the Jewish People, God’s Tears, and the Son’s Triumphant Return by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet portrays the rising hatred against the Jewish people, described as God’s chosen and beloved, as a fulfillment of prophecy. It highlights God’s sorrow over their suffering and urges believers to share in this grief. Despite the enemy’s persistent rage across history, the poem traces a path to redemption through the Jewish lineage of Christ, the Son, who will return in glory to defeat sin and heal the world. The faithful are encouraged to look up in hope, as darkness cannot overcome the light of the Savior’s triumphant return and redeeming power.

When hatred swells against the chosen race,
The precious ones, the apple of His eye,
God weeps to see such cruelty’s harsh embrace,
And we, His flock, should mourn as tears run dry.
Through ages past, the enemy has raged,
Against the Jews, our Lord’s own sacred kin,
Yet in their pain, redemption’s path is traced,
The Son arises, vanquishing all sin.
Look up, ye faithful, lift your weary gaze,
Our hope draws nigh, the clouds shall soon unwind,
A King returns in glory’s radiant blaze,
To heal the world, the lost, the broken, blind.
Though darkness hates what light has long foretold,
His Savior’s heart redeems us, pure and bold.

Ode to the Color Pink in Every Hue by Debbie Harris

The poem, titled “Ode to Pink in Every Hue,” expresses a deep affection for the color pink across its full spectrum, from subtle pastels to striking brights. It highlights pink’s ability to evoke both gentle sweetness and lively energy, ultimately celebrating how every variation of the color brings joy that uplifts the speaker’s perspective.

I love the color pink in every hue,
From softest blush to boldest view,
A whisper sweet, a vibrant cheer,
Each shade brings joy to lift my view.

The Song of Creation’s Praise by Debbie Harris

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The poem marvels at nature’s beauty—singing birds, a shining sun, and a vast blue sky—as undeniable evidence of a divine Creator, Savior, and Guide, prompting heartfelt praise.

With birds in chorus, singing through the morn,
Sun shining bright upon the waking land,
And azure blue, a sky so vast and grand,
How can we not, in wonder, praise be sworn?
Our Creator crafts each dawn, each note reborn,
Our Savior lifts us with a gentle hand,
Our Guide through shadows, steady where we stand,
His grace a gift no sin can overworn.
The world itself a hymn of boundless care,
Each ray, each wing, a call to bend the knee,
Repentance turns the heart to seek His face.
Beneath this vault of heaven’s boundless air,
We find salvation’s prize, from guilt set free,
A song of life upheld by endless grace.

The Fallacy And Shallow Leniency of Tolerance Cloaking Sin Contrasted with the Mercy and Repentance That Yield Salvation by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet critiques tolerance that excuses sin as a deceptive fault that undermines truth and justice, portraying it as a frail disguise that dulls conscience. In contrast, it celebrates mercy and grace as divine forces that freely forgive, lifting the soul from sin’s depths. It concludes that true salvation comes through repentance, granting an endless prize, far surpassing tolerance’s shallow leniency.

The thought that tolerance may cloak a fault,
A sin excused as virtue’s gentle friend,
Becomes a sin itself, a sly assault,
On truth where moral lines refuse to bend.
It winks at wrong, pretends no harm is done,
A mask of peace that hides a deeper stain,
While conscience dulls beneath a setting sun,
And justice weeps for honor lost in vain.
Yet mercy flows, a river pure and free,
With grace beside to lift the soul from mire,
No sin too vast for love’s decree to see,
A pardon born of heaven’s bright desire.
Tolerance falters, frail in its disguise,
Repentance brings salvation, endless prize.

With Birds Singing and Sun Shining Bright, How Can We Not Honor Jesus Christ Our Redeemer, Savior, Creator, And Guide? by Debbie Harris

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The poem celebrates a stunning day—birds singing, sun shining, and a vivid azure sky—as a reason to give praise. It reflects a heartfelt gratitude toward a divine presence, named as Creator, Savior, and Guide, with the title specifying Jesus Christ. The simple, joyful imagery and questioning tone (“How can we not praise”) invite a sense of wonder and worship inspired by nature’s beauty.

With birds singing,
Sun shining,
And an azure blue sky,
How can we not praise
Our Creator,
Savior,
And Guide?

If Scripture Ruled Our Every Thought and Deed by Debbie Harris

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The poem, a Shakespearean sonnet, imagines a transformative scenario where all Christians’ thoughts and actions are governed solely by Scripture. Structured in 14 lines with three quatrains and a couplet, following an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme and iambic pentameter, it begins by envisioning minds illuminated by biblical truth, free of wayward impulses, fostering harmony and dispelling conflict. It suggests that speech and behavior would mirror Christ’s love and grace, eliminating pride and anger, with love prevailing universally among believers. The Church, united and radiant, would become a compelling witness, potentially drawing the world to embrace Scripture’s life-giving power. The closing couplet acknowledges human frailty, yet affirms that such alignment with God’s Word would liberate the spirit, hinting at both the ideal’s power and its challenge.

If every Christian’s mind with Scripture glowed,
No errant whim to cloud the soul’s pure sight,
A tide of truth through hearts would freely flow,
And banish discord’s dark and bitter night.

Our words would echo Christ’s own gentle call,
Our deeds align with Heaven’s boundless grace,
No pride nor wrath could rise to make us fall,
For love would reign in every thought’s embrace.

The Church would stand, a beacon strong and sure,
Its unity a flame to pierce the gloom,
The world, once lost, might seek the Word so pure,
And find in us the life that conquers doom.

Yet frail we are, though bound by faith’s decree,
Still God’s own thoughts would set our spirits free.

Feelings Are Not Facts, So to God’s Word We Shape Our Hearts by Debbie Harris

The poem, a Shakespearean sonnet, examines the unreliability of human emotions and the necessity of aligning them with the unchanging truth of Scripture. Composed of 14 lines in three quatrains and a couplet, with an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme and iambic pentameter, it begins by portraying feelings as shifting and deceptive, like “waves of restless mood” that cloud judgment. In contrast, Scripture stands firm as an enduring guide. The sonnet progresses through examples of emotions—grief and joy—showing their transience against God’s Word, which serves as a compass to redirect our passions. It asserts that no emotional extreme can overshadow Scripture’s authority, offering refuge and stability. The closing couplet urges surrender to Scripture’s call, affirming it as our anchor amidst the rise and fall of feelings, embodying the title’s call to shape our hearts to divine truth over fleeting sentiment.

Our hearts may drift with waves of restless mood,
Yet feelings shift, a fickle, restless stream,
They cloud the mind with doubts too quickly brewed,
But Scripture stands, our rock, our steady beam.

Though grief may pierce or gladness lift the soul,
These shadows pass, unmoored from what is true,
God’s Word endures, a compass to control,
And bids our wayward passions bend anew.

No storm of woe can break its holy frame,
No transient joy outshine its timeless light,
We bow our hearts before His mighty name,
And find in truth a refuge from the night.

So let us yield, though feelings rise and fall,
To Scripture’s call, the anchor of us all.

When We Are Weak, Then Strong We Rise by Debbie Harris

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The poem, a Shakespearean sonnet, explores the paradox of human weakness as the conduit for divine strength, drawing on the biblical imagery of Jesus as the Vine and believers as the branches (John 15:5). Structured in 14 lines—three quatrains and a couplet—with an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme and iambic pentameter, it begins by depicting our frailty, likening us to fragile branches dependent on the Savior’s life-giving power. It contrasts our natural decline with the flourishing that comes from abiding in Him. As human strength fails, God’s might flows through us, turning weakness into a channel for His unstoppable force. This reliance bears fruit and lifts us above despair, proving that vulnerability is where His power shines. The sonnet culminates in a triumphant couplet: though inherently weak, we rise victorious through Christ’s strength, claiming His victory as our own.

As branches frail, we cling unto the Vine,
Our Savior’s strength the root of all our days,
Apart from Him, we wither and decline,
Yet joined, we bloom through His eternal rays.

When human force deserts our trembling frame,
His lifeblood flows where mortal vigor cease,
Through every storm, we call upon His name,
And find in need His power’s sweet release.

No fruit we bear without His tender care,
Our weakness proves His might forever true,
The Vine upholds, exalts us past despair,
In Him, our fragile hearts are forged anew.

So, ever frail, we rise in Him alone,
His strength our crown, our victory His own.