May We Be Watchmen and Watchwomen Standing Steadfast on the Wall of Faith by Debbie Harris

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In the twilight’s hush where shadows fall,
We’re called to stand as sentinels on the wall.
Royally redeemed, with hearts ablaze,
We pierce the gloom of these perilous days.
The times are evil, the seasons dire,
Yet God’s own spark sets our souls afire.

The world spins wild, its tumult roars,
Deceptions dance through open doors.
But we, the chosen, with eyes awake,
Guard the ramparts for the Kingdom’s sake.
With wisdom sharp as a two-edged sword,
We hold the truth of our sovereign Lord.

May we be watchmen, steadfast, bold,
Discerning signs as the prophets foretold.
May we be watchwomen, firm and true,
With spirits fierce, yet tender too.
For in these hours where darkness reigns,
The light of Christ through us sustains.

The wall is high, the vigil long,
Yet faith’s refrain is our battle song.
No storm can shake, no foe can sway,
The ones who watch till the break of day.
We scan the horizon, our hearts attest,
The King’s return will outshine the west.

O redeemed of God, lift up your voice,
In evil days, make faith your choice.
The seasons whisper, the end draws near,
Yet in His promise, we cast out fear.
May we be watchmen, watchwomen strong,
Proclaiming hope through the night so long.

On Zion’s wall, we take our stand,
With heaven’s fire held in our hand.
Through trials fierce, through tempests tall,
We’ll keep the watch upon the wall.
For Christ has called, His grace our guide,
Till glory dawns and we reign at His side.

Watchmen and Watchwomen of the Redeemed in Evil Days by Debbie Harris

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In days where shadows twist and creep,
Where evil wakes while virtue sleeps,
We, royally redeemed, stand tall,
Answering the Spirit’s clarion call.

The times unfold, the seasons turn,
Discern the signs, let hearts still burn.
With eyes like sentinels, fixed and keen,
We guard the truth, the pure, unseen.

The world grows dark, its tempests rage,
Yet grace sustains this sacred stage.
Clad in armor, faith our shield,
We hold the line, we shall not yield.

O watchmen, women, rise and see,
The hour demands eternity.
For Christ, our King, has set us free,
To shine as light through iniquity.

The days are evil, yet we stand,
With heaven’s fire within our hands.
Proclaim the truth, the season’s near,
The redeemed will triumph, have no fear.

“In the Morning, Lord, I Lay My Voice Before You and Wait Expectantly” (Psalm 5:3) Sonnet by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, titled “In the Morning, Lord, I Lay My Voice Before You and Wait Expectantly” (Psalm 5:3), is a poetic reflection of Psalm 5:3, capturing the themes of morning prayer, eager anticipation, and trust in Christ’s sovereign response to prayers, whether “yes or no.” Written in a traditional sonnet form with an ABBA rhyme scheme and iambic pentameter, it uses vivid imagery of dawn, flight, and light to depict a gender-neutral speaker’s spiritual journey. The speaker offers fervent prayers at dawn, seeking Christ, King of Kings, with trust and humility. Their soul finds peace and strength in His mercy, and they wait expectantly for His answer, trusting His sovereign hand. The final stanza emphasizes Christ as their “hope and radiant stay,” culminating in the soul soaring in hope, enveloped by His love, likened to a dawn. The sonnet unifies these themes through recurring motifs of light (“dawn’s first glow,” “heaven’s light,” “His love, a dawn”) and ascent (“takes flight,” “soars,” “like incense rise”), reflecting the Psalm’s focus on morning devotion and expectant faith.

In dawn’s first glow, their prayer to God takes flight,
A fervent cry, with hope and faith it soars,
Their voice, in quiet trust, seeks heaven’s light,
Laying their heart’s deep longings at Christ’s doors.

At morn they rise, their pleas like incense rise,
Seeking the Christ whose mercy streams like flame,
With humble words, no shadow veils their cries,
They rest in grace where sacred beams proclaim.

No falsehood stains the prayers they softly weave,
Their soul laid bare to Jesus’ holy gaze,
In reverent peace, their fears find sweet reprieve,
They find their strength in Him through radiant days.

Christ, King of Kings, their hope and radiant stay,
They wait with longing hearts for answered prayer,
Yes or no, His sovereign hand they bear,
His love, a dawn, their soul in hope will soar.

Church On Every Corner by Debbie Harris

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On every corner, steeples rise,
Pointing to the open skies.
Brick and mortar, hymns resound,
Yet is the true church found?

When doors swing wide, and souls depart,
Do they carry Christ within their heart?
Or is it show, a fleeting gleam,
A social club’s limelight dream?

The biblical church, no walls confine,
It’s Spirit-led, a holy vine.
Bound by faith, not status or fame,
Living for the Savior’s name.

But some chase clout, a hollow song,
Where pride and pomp do not belong.
Hypocrisy, a gilded mask,
Forgets the cross, the sacred task.

True church walks out, in lives transformed,
By love and truth, their hearts reformed.
No spotlight sought, no fleeting cheer,
But Christ alone, forever near.

So leave the pew, yet still abide,
In Him who calls, who is our guide.
For church is not where corners meet,
But where His Spirit makes us complete.

Precious Church Do We Truly Build Each Other Up? by Debbie Harris

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In sacred halls where hearts entwine,
A church, a beacon, built divine.
Do we, as kin, each other raise,
Or wander lost in selfish days?
With open doors and souls laid bare,
Can we truly mend what’s worn by care?

Through whispered prayers and songs that soar,
We seek the light we all adore.
Each hand extended, each tear dried,
Becomes the bridge where hope resides.
Yet do our actions match our creed,
Or falter in the face of need?

When shadows fall, and doubts take hold,
When hearts grow weary, spirits cold,
A gentle word, a steadfast friend,
Can spark the flame that helps us mend.
With hands clasped tight, we bear the load,
Each step a vow on faith’s great road.

The stranger welcomed, table spread,
A seat for all, no soul unfed.
In hospitality’s warm embrace,
We find the beauty of God’s grace.
But do we open wide our door,
Or guard our hearts, and offer more?

When one among us stumbles low,
Do we reach down, or turn and go?
A woven cord, our strength combined,
Lifts up the lost, the left behind.
In truth, in song, in humble care,
We rise as one, our burdens shared.

The broken find a place to heal,
The silenced find their voice to feel.
The lonely name this house their home,
No heart condemned to walk alone.
Yet still we ask, with searching gaze,
Do we reflect love’s boundless ways?

Through every trial, every storm,
This church, our refuge, keeps us warm.
Each act of kindness, small or grand,
Builds up the weak to firmly stand.
With care that binds, through love we strive,
To keep this sacred flame alive.

In fellowship, we’re called to be
A light for all eternity.
With open hearts, we seek to prove
The strength of grace, the truth of love.
But as we gather, hand in hand,
Church, do we really build each other up?

A Zeal For The Things Of The Spirit by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet “A Zeal for Things of Spirit” urges a passionate pursuit of spiritual virtues and divine connection. It calls for hearts to burn with zeal for the unseen, divine light, prioritizing spiritual truth over earthly gains. The poem emphasizes seeking divine wisdom in quiet moments, letting faith guide life’s path, and living with fervent devotion to eternal truths, culminating in a renewed soul united with heaven’s boundless purpose.

May we, with zealous hearts, pursue the flame
That kindles spirit’s light in silent grace,
Where unseen truths illuminate our aim,
And holy fire warms the soul’s embrace.

No earthly gain can match the sacred call
To seek the whispers of the divine will,
In quiet depths where mortal fears grow small,
And love’s eternal song resounds there still.

Let fervor guide our steps through fleeting days,
To chase the light that never fades nor bends,
With ardent faith, our hearts shall blaze always,
In unity with heaven’s boundless ends.

So may we live, with spirit’s zeal imbued,
Our souls alight, by sacred truth renewed.

The Sacred Pursuit of Love’s Timeless Creed by Debbie Harris

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Summary of “The Sacred Pursuit of Love’s Timeless Creed”

The poem, inspired by 1 Corinthians 13, portrays love as a divine, enduring force that shapes relationships through patience, kindness, and selflessness. It begins by depicting love as a gentle, patient river, free from envy, pride, or boasting, weaving a tapestry of care and humility. Love rejects anger and scorekeeping, instead anchoring itself in truth and righteousness, offering forgiveness and an outstretched hand. It bears burdens, trusts unwaveringly, hopes through darkness, and perseveres eternally, forming an unbroken circle of peace. The poem urges readers to pursue this love actively, letting it guide actions in joy and hardship, as a timeless, divine compass that intertwines hearts and reflects God’s eternal promise.

In the quiet of the heart, where true love grows,
Patience blooms soft, like a river that flows.
Kindness, its partner, with gentle hands weaves,
A tapestry warm, where no envy grieves.

Cast aside pride, let no boasting take hold,
Love speaks in whispers, not stories retold.
It honors, it bends, never seeking its own,
A selfless embrace, where true seeds are sown.

Anger may spark, but love douses the flame,
Forgiving, forgetting, it carries no shame.
Truth is its anchor, through storms it will stand,
Rejoicing in right, with an outstretched hand.

Love bears the weight, believes through the night,
Hopes when the shadows obscure all the light.
Enduring, unyielding, it never will cease,
A circle unbroken, a haven of peace.

Pursue this love, let it guide every deed,
In patience, in kindness, in meeting the need.
For love, as God spoke, is the greatest of all,
A song ever sung, answering heaven’s call.

The New Jerusalem’s Radiance(Revelation 21, KJV) by Debbie Harris

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And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea. And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. And he said unto me, It is done. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely. He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God, and he shall be my son. But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death. And there came unto me one of the seven angels which had the seven vials full of the seven last plagues, and talked with me, saying, Come hither, I will shew thee the bride, the Lamb’s wife. And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, Having the glory of God: and her light was like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal; And had a wall great and high, and had twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels, and names written thereon, which are the names of the twelve tribes of the children of Israel: On the east three gates; on the north three gates; on the south three gates; and on the west three gates. And the wall of the city had twelve foundations, and in them the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb. And he that talked with me had a golden reed to measure the city, and the gates thereof, and the wall thereof. And the city lieth foursquare, and the length is as large as the breadth: and he measured the city with the reed, twelve thousand furlongs. The length and the breadth and the height of it are equal. And he measured the wall thereof, an hundred and forty and four cubits, according to the measure of a man, that is, of the angel. And the building of the wall of it was of jasper: and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass. And the foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all manner of precious stones. The first foundation was jasper; the second, sapphire; the third, a chalcedony; the fourth, an emerald; The fifth, sardonyx; the sixth, sardius; the seventh, chrysolyte; the eighth, beryl; the ninth, a topaz; the tenth, a chrysoprasus; the eleventh, a jacinth; the twelfth, an amethyst. And the twelve gates were twelve pearls: every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass. And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof. And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it: and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it. And the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day: for there shall be no night there. And they shall bring the glory and honour of the nations into it. And there shall in no wise enter into it any thing that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie: but they which are written in the Lamb’s book of life.

Beneath a sky where dawn’s embrace outshines the stars’ soft gleam,
The New Jerusalem descends, fulfilling heaven’s dream.
Its walls of jasper catch the light, a fortress glowing bright,
Each gate a pearl of lustrous grace, each street pure gold, alight.

No sun ascends, no moon ascends, yet glory fills the air,
The Lamb, our light, His radiance streams, His presence everywhere.
Through crystal rivers, clear as glass, the waters of life flow free,
The tree of life, with healing leaves, blooms for eternity.

No shadow creeps, no darkness falls, no sorrow clouds the day,
Hope’s promise blooms in every heart, where tears have passed away.
The throne of God, majestic, high, pours mercy like a flood,
And grateful souls, redeemed, arise, washed clean by Jesus’ blood.

No curse remains, no pain endures, the gates stand open wide,
All nations stream to worship Him, where love and truth abide.
O city fair, O radiant home, your beauty lifts our gaze,
With thankful hearts, we sing His name, enraptured by His grace.

For freely given, salvation comes, through Christ’s own sacrifice,
His blood has cleansed, redeemed our souls, and paid the boundless price.
A new creation, heart and soul, we soar on Spirit’s flame,
The promise of this heaven’s hope forever bears His name.

The Saddest Soul in All the World: A Nominal Christian’s Unlit Heart Beneath the Cross by Debbie Harris

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The poem depicts the profound sorrow of a nominal Christian, whose faith is superficial, marked by outward religious practices but devoid of inner conviction or connection to God. It portrays this figure standing “beneath the cross,” reciting familiar hymns and prayers, yet feeling no spiritual fire or divine presence. The soul is described as hollow, burdened by a faith that is merely a name, not a lived reality. The imagery highlights a stark contrast between the vibrant promises of Christian grace and the bleak, unlit heart of the nominal believer, who carries the label of “Christian” but remains untouched by its transformative power. The poem conveys a sense of tragic isolation, as the speaker laments the nominal Christian’s inability to hear the Savior’s call or embrace true faith, leaving them in a state of perpetual spiritual desolation. The tone is melancholic and reflective, underscoring the grief of a life marked by religious form without substance.

Beneath the cross, a shadow stands,
A name inked soft on holy lands,
“Christian” carved upon the tongue,
Yet heartstrings silent, never strung.

The pews are worn, the hymns are known,
The prayers fall flat, like scattered stone.
A Bible rests, its pages still,
No fire to climb that sacred hill.

The world spins on, its colors bright,
But in the soul, there creeps a night—
A hollow ache, where faith should bloom,
A candle snuffed within the gloom.

They speak of grace, of love divine,
Yet taste no sweetness in the vine.
The Savior calls, His voice unheard,
By hearts that cling to empty word.

O saddest soul, in garments dressed,
With “Christian” pinned upon the chest,
What grief to wear the name alone,
And never make the heart His throne.

Echoes of Grace: A Poem on the Salvation of the Soul by Christ’s Saving Love by Debbie Harris

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Ezekiel 36:26 (KJV):
“A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh.”

In a realm where once a heart of stone held sway,
Cold and unyielding, lost in shadows deep,
A soul, through repentance, turned to pray,
And Christ, with grace, did gently sweep.

The stony core, by trials long confined,
Softened to flesh beneath His tender care,
A heart reborn, with purpose now aligned,
Redemption’s gift beyond compare.

This soul, by Savior’s love so richly blessed,
Felt sin’s old chains in mercy fall away,
With every breath, their spirit found its rest,
In praise to Him who turned night into day.