The Triumphant Triune God, Eternal Hero of Our Redemption’s Story by Debbie Harris

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Summary of “The Triumphant Triune God, Eternal Hero of Our Redemption’s Story”

The poem celebrates the Triune God—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—as the eternal hero of a divine narrative. It begins with God’s creation, weaving light and life from nothingness. Despite humanity’s fall into sin, the Son’s incarnation and sacrifice on the cross bring redemption, while the Spirit restores and ignites the soul. The Triune God triumphs over darkness and despair, wielding truth and love as weapons. The poem portrays God as an ever-present, victorious hero, reigning from creation to eternity, with vivid imagery of mercy, glory, and salvation. It conveys gratitude for God’s unending grace and sovereignty, affirming His role as the ultimate champion of the human story.

In the tapestry of time, where stars weave their gleam,
The Triune God emerges, in glory’s expanse.
Father, Son, Spirit—eternal Three in One,
The hero of the story, whose will is never done.

From the void’s deep silence, His voice spun the light,
Galaxies unfurled in the womb of the night.
A scepter of mercy, a crown of flame,
The Father’s decree burns, unyielding, the same.

Through the dust of Eden, His breath gave us form,
Yet we fell to shadows, to sin’s bitter storm.
But the Son, the Word, donned flesh as His cloak,
Walked the earth’s sharp thorns where redemption awoke.

On a cross of splinters, His blood painted grace,
Each drop a new stanza, redeeming the race.
The Spirit, like fire, weaves life through the soul,
A wind that ignites, making broken hearts whole.

In the heart’s quiet meadow, where fears darkly creep,
The Triune God battles, His promises keep.
With a sword of truth, He carves paths through despair,
His love is the anthem that shatters the air.

No dragon too fierce, no abyss too wide,
For the Hero of heroes, with us to abide.
From the dawn of creation to eternity’s shore,
The Triune God reigns, our King evermore.

Rich in imagery, His story unfolds,
In colors of mercy, in glories untold.
Always the victor, always the way,
The Triune God, hero, forever our stay.

Sonnet: Triumphant Praise by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet Triumphant Praise, inspired by Psalm 71:8, celebrates unwavering devotion and exultation of divine glory. It portrays the speaker’s ceaseless praise through vivid imagery: lips as a fountain, morning rays, starry crowns, blazing glory, thundering mountains, roaring oceans, and a radiant throne. The poem conveys a victorious spirit, depicting God’s splendor, strength, and mercy as eternal and unshakable. Each stanza emphasizes continuous worship, with the speaker’s heart and tongue proclaiming divine majesty all day, culminating in reverence for a glorious, loving King.

“My mouth is filled with your praise, declaring your splendor all day long.” (Psalm 71:8, NIV)

My lips, a fountain, pour thy boundless praise,
Thy splendor gleams where morning’s rays ignite,
A crown of stars adorns thy holy ways,
Thy glory blazes through the veil of night.

From mountain peaks to valleys deep and wide,
Thy name resounds in thunder’s mighty call,
The oceans roar, their waves thy strength abide,
Thy mercy lifts the weary from their fall.

Each dawn I sing, my heart a victor’s flame,
No shadow dims the radiance of thy throne,
The heavens shout, exalting thy great name,
Thy love, a fortress, carved in living stone.

All day my tongue thy majesty shall trace,
O King of glory, robed in endless grace.

Golgotha’s Truth: The Centurion Proclaims the Son of God by Debbie Harris

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Summary of the Poem “Golgotha’s Truth: The Centurion Proclaims the Son of God”

The poem narrates the transformative experience of a Roman centurion at the crucifixion of Jesus Christ on Golgotha. Amidst a darkened, storm-laden sky, the centurion, a hardened soldier loyal to Rome, witnesses Jesus’ death. Unlike other executions, Jesus’ calm demeanor, lack of curses, and serene authority unsettle him. As the earth quakes, the sky blackens, and the temple veil tears, the centurion’s stoic heart shifts. Moved by divine truth, he declares, “This truly is the Son of God,” recognizing Jesus’ divinity. The poem captures his shift from duty-bound soldier to a man touched by faith, leaving Golgotha with a changed soul.

Biblical Reference and Verses
The poem draws from the crucifixion accounts in the Gospels, specifically the centurion’s declaration. Key verses include:

  • Matthew 27:54 (ESV): “When the centurion and those who were with him, keeping watch over Jesus, saw the earthquake and what took place, they were filled with awe and said, ‘Truly this was the Son of God!’”
  • Mark 15:39 (ESV): “And when the centurion, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he breathed his last, he said, ‘Truly this man was the Son of God!’”
  • Luke 23:47 (ESV): “Now when the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God, saying, ‘Certainly this man was innocent!’”
    These verses anchor the centurion’s epiphany, with slight variations across the Gospels, emphasizing his awe and recognition of Jesus’ divine identity.

Beneath a sky where storm clouds choked the light,
Golgotha groaned with sorrow’s heavy weight.
The centurion, his heart a stone of might,
Stood firm where death and destiny held state.
The cross arose, its shadow carved in gloom,
A man hung there, his silence vast, profound.
No curse escaped, no plea to flee his doom,
Yet peace he bore where pain should scream unbound.

He’d seen men fall, their lives like ash blown free,
Yet this one’s gaze held royalty serene.
The earth did quake, the spear fulfilled its decree,
And darkness cloaked the world in mournful sheen.
His blade, still warm from war’s unyielding call,
Felt cold as truth awoke within his thrall.
No rebel’s cry, no guilt within his frame,
This man was more than mortals could proclaim.

The heavens split, the temple’s veil was rent,
A soldier’s soul by wonder was unshackled.
Through blood and dust, his hardened spirit bent,
As light divine through death’s grim shadow tackled.
“This truly is the Son of God,” he cried,
His voice a spark where faith and fate collide.
No altar taught, no priest could show the way,
Yet truth burned fierce beneath that shattered day.

His men grew still, their jests and jeers now done,
The cross’s weight had silenced every tongue.
A Roman sworn to Caesar’s iron creed,
Now knelt to one whose love fulfilled all need.
The hill stood hushed, the Savior’s breath was gone,
Yet grace like fire through time would carry on.
The centurion left, his soul no longer blind,
God’s Son etched deep within his heart and mind.

The Drift of Progressive Christianity: Forsaking Biblical Truth for the Altar of Cultural Relevance by Debbie Harris

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The poem, titled “The Drift of Progressive Christianity: Forsaking Biblical Truth for the Altar of Cultural Relevance”, critiques liberal progressive Christianity’s shift from biblical authority to cultural conformity. Structured in five stanzas with a consistent ABAB rhyme scheme, it uses nautical and spiritual imagery to depict a church straying from Scripture’s anchor to chase fleeting cultural approval. The poem highlights the softening of the cross’s message, the dilution of biblical truth, and the sorrow of Christ (“Our Savior weeps”) as the church prioritizes relevance over divine authority. Despite this, a faithful remnant holds fast to unchanging truth. The poem laments the compromise of faith while affirming the enduring power of God’s Word.

A ship once sailed where truth’s deep waters lay,
Its course held firm by Scripture’s guiding hand.
But culture’s winds enticed it far astray,
To chase the fleeting praise of shifting sand.

The Word, a rock, once anchored heart and mind,
Now bends beneath the world’s unyielding call.
Its truths, once sharp, are softened and redefined,
To fit the mold where relevance holds thrall.

The cross, a sign of scandal and of grace,
Is polished smooth to soothe the modern eye.
Its blood and wrath fade from their rightful place,
As compromise obscures the Savior’s cry.

Our Savior weeps, His voice now faintly heard,
His sacred Word by culture’s tide defaced.
The church, unmoored, clings not to holy Word,
But bows to trends that time will soon erase.

Yet still a remnant holds the ancient creed,
Their anchor fixed where truth will never wane.
Through storms of relevance, they shall not cede,
For God’s own Word forever will remain.

Blossoms of Hope in Righteous Fields: Surpassing Fleeting Treasures with Eternal Brightness by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet vividly illustrates the biblical principle from Proverbs 16:8—”Better is a little with righteousness than great revenues with injustice” (ASV)—through rich natural and spiritual imagery. It portrays a humble, faithful life under whispering leaves and emerald grasses, where hope blooms like roses and Christ’s warm glow outshines worldly riches like ivory spires or gem-filled rivers. Amid storms and crumbling fortunes, the righteous heart endures like a rooted oak nourished by living waters, affirming that a modest existence in purity and light surpasses shadowed hoards in endless night.

Beneath a canopy of whispering leaves,
Where emerald grasses cradle dawn’s first light,
A humble soul in righteousness believes,
And hope, like blooming roses, claims the night.
No towering spires of ivory and gold,
Nor rivers rich with gems that coldly gleam,
Can rival Christ’s warm glow, a fire untold,
That dances through the veins like sunlit stream.
Though tempests lash with fury, dark and wild,
And fortunes crumble into ashen heaps,
The faithful heart, like oak in storm beguiled,
Stands rooted deep, where living waters seep.
For better is a little, pure and bright,
Than shadowed hoards eclipsed in endless night.

A Sonnet on the Divine Love and Atoning Sacrifice of God’s Son (1 John 4:10) by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, titled “A Sonnet on the Divine Love and Atoning Sacrifice of God’s Son (1 John 4:10)”, reflects the core message of 1 John 4:10: God’s unmerited love for humanity, demonstrated through the atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ. It emphasizes that love originates not from human efforts but from God, who sent His Son to bear the burden of sin, break the chains of death, and offer redemption. The poem celebrates this divine, transformative love that lifts the fallen, washes away guilt, and invites humanity to abide in Christ’s eternal grace.

1 John 4:10, which reads (in the NIV):
“This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.”

In boundless grace, where mortal hearts fall short,
God’s love descends, a radiant, holy flame.
Not ours the spark, nor ours the will to court,
But His the gift, unearned, that bears His name.
He sent His Son, the Lamb of sacrifice,
To bear the weight of sin’s unyielding chain,
To break the bonds of death, to pay the price,
That we, redeemed, might rise and live again.
Oh, love divine, unmerited, profound,
That stoops to lift the fallen to His side!
In Christ, the Father’s mercy is unbound,
His blood the tide where guilt and shame subside.
This love, eternal, calls us to abide,
In Him whose heart for us was crucified.

The Adventure Of Prayer by Debbie Harris

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The poem, The Adventure of Prayer, portrays a spiritual journey of relying solely on prayer to God for all needs. It emphasizes trusting in God’s abundant provision, turning away from worldly sources to seek His sustaining guidance and boundless love. Through challenges and doubts, faith in God’s unwavering supply brings clarity and purpose, framing prayer as a grand adventure rooted in complete dependence on His divine provision.

In the stillness of their soul’s deep plea,
They lift their needs to God alone, to Thee.
No other ear, no mortal hand they seek,
Only God’s voice, God’s strength, God’s peak.

Through shadowed vales where doubts reside,
They tread with faith, with God their guide.
Each whispered want, each silent cry,
God hears, God holds, God amplifies.

No idol forged, no fleeting trust they chase,
God’s boundless love, their heart’s true place.
In prayer, they find the path unfold,
An adventure grand, with God, their hold.

From the Hills to Heaven’s Throne: Our Help from the Alpha and Omega by Debbie Harris

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The poem, inspired by Psalm 121:1-2, depicts a person looking to the hills for help but finding true aid from the divine Alpha and Omega, not earthly sources. Through vivid imagery, it contrasts the silent, powerless hills with the eternal, omnipotent reign of God, who provides strength, guidance, and hope. The gender-neutral perspective emphasizes universal reliance on divine glory, culminating in the assurance that the King of kings fulfills humanity’s deepest aspirations.

Psalm 121:1-2 (KJV): “I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.

They lift their eyes to hills afar,
Where earth and sky in silence spar.
From rugged peaks, no strength is sent,
Yet hope ascends, their heart unbent.

Through shadows deep, they gaze and seek,
Where fears and doubts in secret creep.
The hills stand firm, yet cannot save,
Their silent crests no power gave.

But lo, their help comes not from stone,
Nor earthly might, nor flesh and bone.
The Alpha and Omega reigns,
The First, the Last, o’er stars and plains.

The voice divine bids dawn arise,
Their path is lit by holy skies.
Their refuge sure, their shield sublime,
In God’s vast reign, their souls align.

The hills may stand, but Heaven’s gaze,
Delivers strength through endless days.
Our help, our hope, from glory streams,
The King of kings fulfills our dreams.

When Christ Returns and Millions Are Raptured Away by Debbie Harris

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The poem depicts the aftermath of the Rapture, a Christian belief where millions of faithful are suddenly taken to heaven, leaving others behind. It portrays a world struck silent—empty streets, abandoned homes, and a profound sense of loss and confusion for those remaining. The Rapture, described as a swift, divine event, separates the ready from the unready, leaving the “left behind” grappling with questions and a sense of isolation. Yet, amidst the desolation, the poem offers hope, suggesting that through repentance and seeking Jesus Christ’s embrace, those left behind can find salvation through His boundless grace.

May all find Jesus Christ as their personal Saviour and Lord!

The Plan of Salvation through Jesus Christ is God’s provision for humanity’s redemption from sin and restoration to eternal life. All people are born in sin, separated from God (Romans 3:23). God sent Jesus Christ, His Son, to live a sinless life, die on the cross, and rise again, paying the penalty for sin (1 Peter 2:24). Salvation is received through faith in Jesus as Savior and Lord (John 3:16), repentance from sin (Acts 3:19), and confessing Jesus’ lordship (Romans 10:9). Through Christ’s sacrifice, believers are forgiven, receive the Holy Spirit, and gain eternal life in heaven (Ephesians 1:7; John 10:28). At Christ’s return, all will be judged: those who accepted Him will live eternally with God, while those who rejected Him face eternal separation (Matthew 25:31-46).

In a blink, the world grew still,
Millions vanished—gone, until—
Silent streets, where echoes roam,
Empty houses, once called home.

The Rapture came, a thief in light,
Swept the faithful out of sight.
No warning bell, no final call,
Just absence vast, a sudden fall.

For those who stay, the left behind,
A weight of questions grips the mind.
Where did they go? Why not me?
A truth too vast for eyes to see.

The air feels thin, the heart’s adrift,
A chasm wide, a divine shift.
Yet in the quiet, hope may stir—
A chance to seek what once was blurred.

The Rapture, swift, divides the day,
Takes the ready, leaves the stray.
Repent of sins, seek Christ’s embrace,
His mercy saves through boundless grace.

With Jesus in Our Hearts, Come What May, We Hold the Hope of Eternal Glory by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, titled “With Jesus in Our Hearts, Come What May, We Hold the Hope of Eternal Glory,” explores the theme of unwavering faith in Jesus as a source of hope and divine glory. It portrays Jesus’ presence in the heart as a radiant light that remains unshaken by life’s trials, such as storms, pain, or doubt. This indwelling love serves as a steadfast anchor, guiding the soul toward eternal life and providing strength to overcome challenges. The poem emphasizes that with Christ within, one possesses an enduring hope that transcends all earthly struggles, ultimately leading to spiritual fulfillment and glory.

When Jesus dwells within our hearts’ embrace,
A light divine illuminates the soul,
No storm can shake, no trial can displace
The hope of glory, making broken whole.
Come what may, through tempest, pain, or strife,
His love remains, an anchor ever sure,
A beacon bright that guides us into life,
Eternal promise, steadfast and secure.
Though shadows fall and doubts may cloud the mind,
His presence burns, a flame that never fades,
In every heart where grace and truth entwined,
We find the strength to face all fleeting shades.
With Christ within, we rise above the fall,
For in His hope, we truly have it all.