My Strength And My Redeemer, Praised Through The Ages by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet, titled “My Strength and My Redeemer, Praised Through the Ages,” draws inspiration from Exodus 15:2, where Moses sings of God as his strength, song, and salvation after the Red Sea crossing. In fourteen lines, it celebrates God’s power to deliver and uplift, portraying Him as a constant savior who breaks chains and guides through trials. The speaker vows to praise this God—both personal and ancestral—with unwavering devotion, echoing the verse’s themes of gratitude and eternal worship.

The Lord, my strength, my song, my heart’s delight,
Doth lift my soul from shadows deep and dire,
His voice resounds through tempest’s fearful night,
And bids me rise on wings of holy fire.
My God He is, my Savior ever near,
Who parts the seas and breaks the chains apart,
I’ll praise His name with every breath I bear,
And exalt Him high within my grateful heart.
My father’s God, through ages long adored,
His might and mercy echo in my strain,
A hymn of joy to Heaven’s boundless Lord,
Who turns my loss to everlasting gain.
So shall I sing, till time itself is done,
Of Him who saves, my God, the Holy One.

Guarding The Gift Of Speech For God’s Honour And Glory by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet portrays swearing as a form of verbal violence that wounds God’s heart, disrupting the sacred peace with its harshness. It compares curses to thorns and shadows that defile holiness, urging readers to recognize speech as a divine gift meant to uplift rather than harm. The poem calls for restraint, encouraging words of love and mercy that honor God, ultimately advocating for a reverent and Christ-honouring use of language to reflect reverence and honour for our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!

The words we cast, like stones upon the air,
Do wound the silence, sacred and serene,
A violence veiled, yet sharp beyond compare,
That rends the heart of God, though oft unseen.
Each curse, a thorn, pressed deep in holy ground,
Each oath profane, a shadow on His grace,
The tongue, unbound, lets loose a bitter sound,
Defiling peace that once adorned this place.
Oh, let us guard the breath we dare to spend,
For speech, a gift, should lift the soul above,
Not tear the veil where mercy seeks to mend,
But echo forth the tones of boundless love.
So still the storm of words that harm and scar,
And speak what honors God’s heart, pure and sure.

One Hope, Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet portrays Jesus Christ as humanity’s singular source of hope and redemption. It begins by depicting a world shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the eternal light of Jesus Christ’s name. Amid life’s storms and the bondage of sin, He restores and heals the broken. Earthly powers fail against despair, but His love brings an everlasting dawn. Through His sacrifice on the cross and triumph over the tomb, Jesus Christ offers salvation, transforming night into joy as the one true hope.

Upon this weary earth where shadows lie,
A radiant light through endless ages streams,
The name of Jesus Christ rings clear and high,
Our hope in Him, eternal in its beams.
When storms arise and mortal strength decays,
When sin entraps the soul in iron chains,
This Jesus Christ restores our broken days,
His mercy flows to ease our deepest pains.
No earthly might, no crown of fleeting pride,
Can pierce the gloom where hopeless darkness hides,
Yet in His love, a dawn shall e’er abide.
Through cross and tomb, He forged salvation’s road,
One hope, one truth, in Jesus Christ bestowed,
His sacred name turns night to joy untold.

His Grace Is Always Greater by Debbie Harris

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There is no greater
beauty, mercy, grace,
and love-soaked phrase
than “where sin abounds,
grace doth more abound!”

This truth alone
should spark ceaseless
adoration and jubilation!
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice—
His grace is always greater!

Our Gender Is A Glorious Gift From God by Debbie Harris

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Oh, what a beautiful act of God to be given,
A Christ-created, predetermined grace,
A gender identity, divinely driven,
For our Savior’s honor, a sacred place.

May hearts uplift in joyous refrain,
Rejoicing in the Maker’s tender art,
A miraculous gift through love’s domain,
Bestowed to each soul from the start.

In every form, His glory shines so clear,
A testament to mercy’s boundless span,
May all embrace this truth and draw near,
To celebrate the wonder of His plan.

Sonnet: Faith and Works (James 2:14-17) by Debbie Harris

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The poem critiques a faith that exists in isolation, unaccompanied by action, likening it to a hollow, lifeless echo. It questions the value of professing belief or grace without addressing the tangible suffering of others—like a brother shivering in the cold or a sister weakened by hunger. Mere words of comfort, however pious, are insufficient to meet their needs. True faith, the poem argues, must be expressed through compassionate deeds; otherwise, it remains an empty shell. When faith and works unite, they flourish, reflecting divine mercy and love, ultimately glorifying God. The poem calls for an active, living faith that responds to human suffering with care and action.

What profit lies in faith that stands alone,
A hollow echo, void of living deed?
The heart may claim a seed of grace is sown,
Yet starves the soul when action fails to heed.
A brother shivers, bare against the cold,
A sister hungers, frail beneath her plight—
Shall words of peace, so piously retold,
Suffice to warm their bones or fill their night?

For faith, if mute, unmoved by human care,
Is but a phantom, lifeless in its frame;
A creed that acts shall bloom and thus declare
The truth of mercy kindled in God’s name.
So let thy works with faith in union sing,
A throne of love to glorify the King.

Open Our Eyes Like Elisha by Debbie Harris

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And Elisha prayed, and said, Lord, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the Lord opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.

2 Kings 6:17 (KJV)

The poem is a prayerful plea for divine revelation, inspired by the biblical story of Elisha. It asks God to open the speaker’s eyes to see beyond earthly trials and fears, revealing the unseen spiritual reality—symbolized by blazing chariots and horses ascending toward the stars. The speaker seeks clear, pure vision to discern biblical truth, awaken the soul, and inspire praise for God’s name, reflecting a deep desire for faith and connection to eternity.

Lord, like Elisha long ago,
Through trials fierce, your might to show,
Open our eyes that we may see,
The light unseen, eternity.

Chariots blaze with holy fire,
Horses climb where stars aspire,
Beyond the shroud of doubt and fear,
Your host stands near, so strong, so clear.

Grant us sight, so pure, so true,
To pierce the dark, find what’s biblically true,
A vision vast, a sacred beam,
Awake our souls to praise your name.

Rejoice, O Royal Heirs, In The Unshakable Reign Of Our Lord And Savior, Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

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The shadows falter, Satan’s hour decays,
A fleeting wrath ensnared in fading haze.
Through ruin’s shroud, a holy Light breaks free,
A Savior’s whisper fells the enemy.

One breath, one word, one glance of sovereign fire,
Shall doom the foe to ash and silent mire.
Fear not the wretch who thrashes in his snare,
For Christ, our King, reigns o’er the earth and air.

Rejoice, O royal heirs, by grace adorned,
In Him our hope rises, unscathed, reborn.
Though storms may howl, His throne shall never fail,
Our victory crowns Jesus Christ, Lord of all.

A Lament For The Christians Of Syria by Debbie Harris

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The lament mourns the slaughter of Christians in Syria, depicting a land once vibrant with faith now stained by violence and loss. It describes silenced churches, grieving families, and a reported massacre of 340 in a single day, framing it as a genocide. Amid the despair, the cross remains a source of release for the faithful. The poem critiques the world’s silence, urging remembrance and divine justice, and ends with a powerful plea for global action to break the genocide’s grip with bold, fierce voices.

O Syria, cradle of ancient faith,
Where the footsteps of Paul once trod,
Your soil, once rich with hymns of grace,
Now weeps beneath a crimson sod.

The bells are silent, the altars bare,
The sanctuary walls torn apart,
Voices of prayer dissolve in air,
A blade pressed cold against the heart.

How many, O Lord, must fall to dust?
Three hundred forty in a single day,
Their blood cries out, their hope unjust,
Swept by terror’s ruthless sway.

The children flee, the mothers wail,
Fathers shield in vain their kin,
Through churchyard ash and broken trail,
A genocide unfolds within.

Once guardians of a fragile peace,
They clung to you, their rock, their stay,
And still the cross brings sweet release,
Through shadows of death’s fierce array.

O world, why do you turn aside?
Your silence deafens every plea,
The meek are slain where once they cried,
For mercy’s hand to set them free.

We mourn the light extinguished here,
The faithful lost to hate’s decree,
O God of justice, draw thou near,
Restore what ruin cannot see.

Let not their memory fade to night,
Nor their suffering pass untold,
Rise, world, and break this genocide’s might,
With voices fierce and bold.


Satan Is The Author Of All Horrors Worldwide by Debbie Harris

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The poem portrays Satan as the ultimate source of evil, ruling over a domain characterized by death, destruction, debauchery, lies, and deceit. It identifies him as the “enemy of souls” and the sole originator of all global horrors, emphasizing his pervasive and destructive influence.

Wherever Satan rules,

there is death, destruction,

debauchery, lies, and deceit.

The enemy of souls is the sole

author of all horrors worldwide!