A Frail Soul’s Fierce Love, Imperfect Still, Striving for Thy Light by Debbie Harris

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The poem expresses the speaker’s deep awareness of their own sinfulness and imperfection, which will persist until they reach heaven. Despite this frailty, they feel a fierce, burning love for the Lord and a longing to honor Him perfectly, never wanting to disappoint. The speaker acknowledges their inability to live flawlessly by their own strength, yet their spirit yearns to reject darkness and reflect God’s light. Through all their flaws and stumbles, they rely on divine grace to lift them, striving with all their heart to mirror the Lord until they are made perfect in eternity.


O Lord, my soul is frail, a sinner’s clay,
Imperfect still, till heaven’s gates I see,
Yet in my heart a fire burns each day,
A love so fierce, it longs to honor Thee.
The stains of sin, they mar my every deed,
No mortal strength can keep Thy words aright,
But oh, my spirit cries with fervent need,
To shun the dark and dwell within Thy light.
Though flaws persist, my will bends to Thy call,
I ache to please, to never bring Thee shame,
Through stumbles great and failures small,
Thy grace alone can lift this humble frame.
So till the skies part wide and I am free,
My heart shall strive, O Lord, to mirror Thee.

The Damascus Road: A Sinner’s Heart Reborn by Debbie Harris

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This sonnet portrays the dramatic conversion of Saul, a fierce persecutor of Christians, into Paul, a devoted apostle of Christ, highlighting heaven’s joy at his redemption. It begins with Saul’s zealous march to Damascus, intent on destruction, only to be halted by a blinding light and Christ’s voice confronting his persecution. The poem captures his transformation as pride falls away, replaced by humility and a new purpose under divine grace. The contrast between the fearful righteous and the rejoicing angels underscores the unexpected triumph of mercy. Inspired by Acts 9:3-6 (NIV): “As he neared Damascus on his journey, suddenly a light from heaven flashed around him. He fell to the ground and heard a voice say to him, ‘Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?’ ‘Who are you, Lord?’ Saul asked. ‘I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting,’ he replied,” the sonnet celebrates a sinner’s heart reborn into a legacy of faith.

A zealot strides, with breath of fire and sword,
To bind the faithful, crush their fragile plea,
Yet on the road, a blinding voice is roared,
“Who persecutes, now falls to bow to Me.”
The scales of pride, like armor, cloak his sight,
Till heaven’s beam dissolves his darkened will,
A trembling soul, once fierce, now bathed in light,
Surrenders all, his purpose to fulfill.
The righteous quake, their fears in whispers rise,
Yet angels sing, their anthem rends the air,
For one who scorned, now sees with opened eyes,
A vessel new, to bear Christ’s love and care.
From Saul to Paul, his chains of hate unwind,
In grace reborn, a saint for all mankind.

A Soul Reclaimed Amid The Shadows Of The Cross by Debbie Harris

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This sonnet celebrates the transformative power of grace through the story of the thief on the cross, who, in his final moments, turns to Christ for redemption. It portrays a condemned man, without hope or merit, finding salvation through a desperate plea for mercy. The imagery captures the darkness of Golgotha contrasted with the sudden joy in heaven—angels singing and divine celebration—as the thief is promised paradise. The poem highlights the immediacy of forgiveness, the disdain of the unrepentant, and the triumph of a soul redeemed at the brink of death. It draws inspiration from Luke 23:39-43 (NIV), particularly verse 43: “Jesus answered him, ‘Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise.’”

The sky grows dim, a thief in anguish hangs,
His life a thread, unraveling to dust,
Yet through the haze, a whispered hope he clangs,
To Christ, the King, in whom he dares to trust.
No deeds to boast, no time to mend his way,
A rasping plea escapes his broken breath,
“Remember me,” his fragile soul does pray,
And grace outpours to conquer sin and death.
The righteous mock, their voices cold and shrill,
Yet heaven stirs, its joy a sudden blaze,
For one lost heart, at Golgotha’s dread hill,
Finds paradise within the Savior’s gaze.
All angels sing, their chorus shakes the skies,
To Christ he soars, redeemed beyond the skies.

When Heaven Rejoices Over One Soul Redeemed by Debbie Harris

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This sonnet celebrates the profound joy in heaven when a single sinner repents and turns to Christ for redemption. It portrays a soul, once trapped in sin and shame, finding liberation through mercy and grace. The imagery highlights heaven’s jubilant response—angels singing and harps resounding—contrasting with the quiet fading of the righteous who need no repentance. The poem reflects the transformative power of faith, culminating in a restored life reclaimed by divine love. The poet draws inspiration from Luke 15:7 (NIV): “I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.”

The heavens still, a glow of dawn unfurls,
When one stray soul, once bound by sin’s dark tide,
Breaks free from shame, his contrite heart now hurls
To Christ, where boundless mercy does abide.
No storm condemns, no wrath descends to mar,
But harps resound, as angels lift their strain,
A wanderer kneels beneath redemption’s star,
And rises new, with neither spot nor stain.
The steadfast host, though righteous, softly fade,
Before this miracle of grace reborn—
A life once lost, in penitence remade,
Restored to love, no longer left forlorn.
All heaven sings, its joy a blazing flame,
For one repentant soul reclaims His name.

Hymn of the Breaking Day by Debbie Harris

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The poem “Hymn of the Breaking Day” celebrates the dawn as a symphony of birdsong, where sparrows, finches, cardinals, robins, wrens, blackbirds, and warblers blend their voices in a melodic awakening. As sunlight touches the earth, their chorus transforms the silence of night into a vibrant hymn, symbolizing the Creator’s praise and the day’s rebirth, culminating in a sacred song from the Creator’s embrace.

The dawn unspools its golden gleam,
A chorus stirs the fading dream.
Through misty leaves, the birds ascend,
Their symphony begins to bend.

The sparrow pipes a sprightly tune,
The finch replies beneath the moon.
The cardinal glows with crimson call,
A soaring note to lift us all.

The robin spins a silken lay,
The wrens let ripples dance and play.
Each wingbeat hums through waking skies,
A melody where beauty lies.

The trees sway soft, their branches sing,
A stage for every fluttering wing.
The blackbird pours a velvet plea,
The warbler threads sweet filigree.

Their voices weave, entwine, and soar,
A song the night could not restore.
As sunlight gilds the dewy earth,
Their anthem hails the day’s rebirth.

The world awakes in lilting grace,
A hymn from our Creator’s embrace.


The Paradox of Dust Made Royal by a Holy Whisper by Debbie Harris

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The poem, a 14-line journey from dust to royalty, explores the tension between human sinfulness and divine grace. It begins with humanity’s frail, fallen state—sinners stumbling in darkness, unable to escape their flaws. Yet, through a divine act of grace, symbolized by a “holy whisper” and “crimson” sacrifice, God redefines them, lifting them from shame to righteousness. The guilty are paradoxically crowned as royal heirs, their brokenness transformed by a love that defies reason, culminating in their identity as God’s pure royals through the cross.

Amid the dust of flesh, we stumble, frail,
All sinners born beneath a shadowed sky,
Our hearts, though bent, in secret faults comply,
A race adrift, where goodness seems to fail.
Yet through the dark, a holy whisper hails,
A King’s decree no mortal can deny—
In crimson grace, He lifts us up to fly,
His righteousness our brokenness unveils.

What paradox! The guilty crowned as heirs,
A royal line from ashes wrought anew,
Through sacrifice, our shame He gently bears.
The cross resolves what reason can’t construe—
A love so vast, it silences despair,
And bids us rise, His royals pure and true.

The Blessed Hope Amid The Signs Foretold by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet draws from Matthew 24, depicting the end-time signs—wars, earthquakes, false prophets, famines, and lawlessness—as the world darkens. Amid this chaos, the gospel spreads globally, a light before the end. At an unknown hour, the rapture comes with a trumpet’s call, lifting the faithful to Christ in hope, offering escape and eternal comfort to believers watching for His return.

The wars and rumors echo through the air,
The earth in tremors groans beneath our feet,
False prophets rise, their words a cunning snare,
While famine’s shadow stalks where once was wheat.
The nations clash, the skies grow dark with dread,
Lawlessness reigns, and love begins to fade,
Yet gospel’s light through every land is spread,
A beacon bright before the final blade.
In sudden hour, none but God can know,
The trumpet sounds, the heavens split apart,
The chosen rise where clouds in glory flow,
Caught up in hope to meet the Savior’s heart.
So watch, dear soul, though chaos grips the day,
His coming steals the faithful swift away.

A Cup of Cold Water Shining Before the Throne by Debbie Harris

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The poem reflects on the humble act of giving a cup of cold water to the needy, as inspired by Matthew 10:42. It portrays a disciple, moved by Christ’s love, offering relief to the weak and thirsty. Though the deed seems small, it holds eternal value in God’s eyes, ascending as an act of mercy to be rewarded with everlasting glory.

A cup of cold water, so humble, so clear,
To little ones offered by faithful hands kind,
In wastelands of thirst, where the soul draws near,
A spring of sweet grace for the seeking to find.
For he who bears Christ’s holy name in his heart,
A disciple of love, with compassion arrayed,
Beholds the weak child, takes the servant’s low part,
And pours out relief where their sorrows have weighed.
No deed so slight dims in the Lord’s tender gaze,
Each droplet of mercy ascends to His keep,
A flame through the dark, set in heaven ablaze,
A gem for His crown from the wellspring so deep.
Thus give without fear, for His word shall not lie,
Your reward shines eternal in realms of the sky.

One Smile from Christ Outshines the World’s Vast Treasures by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet explores the fleeting nature of earthly pleasures—wealth, beauty, love, and power—depicting them as bright but ultimately insubstantial without faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. It begins by cataloging these joys: golden fields, silver streams, lavish feasts, luxurious beds, and crowns of authority. Yet, it asserts that these treasures fade like mist under shadows, losing their sweetness and brilliance when disconnected from divine purpose. In contrast, the poem pivots to exalt a single smile from Christ, portraying it as a divine gift of grace that surpasses the value of rubies and the entire world’s riches. This smile offers an eternal love and wealth worth seeking, rendering all earthly offerings grand but insufficient. Ultimately, the sonnet concludes that Christ’s glance alone brings true, lasting joy, overshadowing all else.

What are the joys of earth, so brightly spread,
The gold of fields, the silver streams that sing,
The banquet’s feast, the crown of power instead,
That makes a pauper king?
These treasures gleam beneath the sun’s warm ray,
Yet fade like mist when shadows overtake,
Their sweetness sours, their brilliance turns to gray,
Without the Lord, what substance can they make?
But oh, one smile from Christ, the Savior’s face,
Outshines the ruby’s fire, the world’s vast store,
A gift of grace no riches can replace,
A wealth to seek, a love forevermore.
For all the earth may offer, grand and wide,
His glance alone brings joy unsatisfied.

We Owe All To Jesus Christ, Our Lord: Hymn Of Praise by Debbie Harris

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This Christ-centered hymn, crafted with poet Debbie Harris, exalts Jesus Christ as the Author of our faith and King of Kings. Across five stanzas, it celebrates His grace as the source of hope, “We owe all to Christ our Lord, The Author of our faith’s first dawn, His hand inscribes each trembling chord, His grace, the ink where hope is born,” His majestic reign over creation, “His greatness crowns the heavens wide, The King of Kings, our anthem’s call, In splendor vast, He reigns beside, The Lord of glory, all in all,” His glory in both grand and quiet moments, “His glory covers all the earth, From flowers frail to newborn’s birth, Each petal sings, each cry resounds, His boundless love in all abounds,” His salvation as life’s truest gift, “His salvation, life’s truest gift, Through blood and cross our souls uplift, He saves us to His royal reign, A kingdom eternal, free from chain,” and His triumphant exaltation as our eternal Savior, “All hail our Savior, risen high, The Name above all names we cry, In triumph’s light, forevermore, Christ reigns, our King, whom we adore!” A repeated refrain—“Praise the Author, King divine, Glory to His holy name!”—echoes the hymns of old, lifting praise after each verse. Rooted in Debbie’s faith and poetic vision, it’s a majestic, hope-filled anthem of worship.

We owe all to Christ our Lord,
The Author of our faith’s first dawn,
His hand inscribes each trembling chord,
His grace, the ink where hope is born.
Praise the Author, King divine,
Glory to His holy name!

His greatness crowns the heavens wide,
The King of Kings, our anthem’s call,
In splendor vast, He reigns beside,
The Lord of glory, all in all.
Praise the Author, King divine,
Glory to His holy name!

His glory covers all the earth,
From flowers frail to newborn’s birth,
Each petal sings, each cry resounds,
His boundless love in all abounds.
Praise the Author, King divine,
Glory to His holy name!

His salvation, life’s truest gift,
Through blood and cross our souls uplift,
He saves us to His royal reign,
A kingdom eternal, free from chain.
Praise the Author, King divine,
Glory to His holy name!

All hail our Savior, risen high,
The Name above all names we cry,
In triumph’s light, forevermore,
Christ reigns, our King, whom we adore!
Praise the Author, King divine,
Glory to His holy name!