Held By Hands Of Holy Might by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet “Held by Hands of Holy Might”, inspired by Psalm 62:5-7 (KJV)—”My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defence; I shall not be moved. In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God”—conveys a profound trust in God as the sole source of hope and salvation. The speaker’s soul waits in silence, finding unshakable strength and refuge in God, portrayed as a rock, fortress, and shield against life’s storms. With divine might as a sustaining force, the poem celebrates a peace that illuminates freedom amidst chaos, affirming the speaker’s steadfast confidence in God’s protective care.


My soul in silence waits for God alone,
From Him my hope and expectation springs,
He is my rock, my fortress, and my throne,
A shield to guard me from all earthly stings.
Unshaken I shall stand through storm and strife,
For in His strength my wavering heart is stilled,
My refuge sure, my glory, and my life,
With holy might my spirit He has filled.
No force can move me from His steadfast care,
Salvation shines where peace has gently grown,
The rock of ages keeps me in His prayer,
My trust reposed in hands of living God.
So let the tempests rage, the shadows flee—
In Him alone my soul finds liberty.

When Biblical Foundations Crumble by Debbie Harris

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If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

Psalm 11:3 (KJV)

The sonnet “When Biblical Foundations Crumble” explores the steadfast response of the righteous when the biblical foundations of Christendom—God’s precepts, truth, and covenant—crumble under scorn and sin. It paints a vivid picture using gemstone imagery from Scripture (sapphire, jasper, emerald, topaz, ruby, sardius, diamond) to symbolize the enduring beauty and strength of divine truth. When the godless mock and Christ’s realm fractures, the righteous don’t falter; they kneel in faith, cling to God’s Word, and, with victorious hands, restore the covenant through heaven’s might. The poem crescendos with their triumph over ruin, lifting biblical truth as an unshakable defense against chaos.

The final verse of “When Biblical Foundations Crumble” reads: When Christ’s realm, sardius-crowned, lies split apart, The righteous lift God’s truth, a diamond rampart.

This couplet seals the narrative: “Christ’s realm, sardius-crowned” evokes the fallen glory of Christendom, once adorned with biblical richness (sardius from Exodus 28:17), now broken. Yet, the righteous counter this collapse by raising “God’s truth” as a “diamond rampart”—a brilliant, impregnable wall—symbolizing their victorious restoration of divine order.


When holy precepts fall to scorn and flame,
The righteous kneel where sapphire stones once stood,
Their souls, though pressed, still call upon His name,
For truth endures beyond the ash and wood.
The godless mock, their clamor profanes the air,
Yet hearts like jasper cling to ancient writ,
With victorious hands they mend what sin would tear,
A covenant restored by heaven’s might.
No tempest cracks the emerald Word inside,
No dark dulls topaz sown by sacred hand,
For faith, though tried, as ruby is refined,
And righteousness redeems what time has banned.
When Christ’s realm, sardius-crowned, lies split apart,
The righteous lift God’s truth, a diamond rampart.

The Royal Courts Of Learning: Kings And Queens In Training

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The sonnet “The Royal Courts of Learning: Kings and Queens in Training” portrays the Holy Bible as a divine school, a “royal court” where believers study God’s eternal truth, inspired by 2 Timothy 2:15 (KJV): “Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.” Through diligent engagement with Scripture, they seek approval from God, the Creator, preparing themselves for their future roles as kings and queens in the new heavens and new earth. Each verse is a seed of wisdom, shaping them to reign with Christ in love and light. Shame fades as they master the truth, and their faithful study earns them a crown, equipping them to rule in a restored world, redeemed from the fall.

Within the Word where endless truth does stream,
We study deep beneath God’s holy reign,
The Bible’s courts, where wisdom glows supreme,
Unveil the light no death can e’er restrain.
With pages graced, we strive to stand approved,
By Him who spoke the heavens into frame,
Each verse a seed, by sacred breath imbued,
To shape us for a throne in love’s great name.

All shame retreats before the Scripture’s gaze,
As truth divides through study’s careful art,
A royal crown rewards our faithful days,
To rule with Christ when earth is born apart.
In Bible’s halls, we train for regal might,
Kings and queens redeemed in living light.

The Treasury Of Faith by Debbie Harris

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The sonnet “The Treasury of Faith” portrays a believer’s unending access to a divine storehouse through faith, depicted as a majestic treasury brimming with gemstones. With each draw, he claims rubies of steadfast trust, supplied by God’s sapphire-rich lovingkindness and flowing emerald grace. His needs, refined like diamonds, are met with pearls from heaven’s throne, while topaz abundance and amethyst love ensure no want goes unfilled. Governed by the King of kings, this opulent reserve of opaline divinity shines through all circumstances, adorning the faithful soul with lasting bounty. The poem culminates in a victorious affirmation: through faith, he constantly claims these radiant treasures, basking in God’s everlasting light.


From faith’s bright bank, he draws with ceaseless hand,
A hoard of rubies, faith’s unyielding glow,
Supplied by God, whose sapphire riches stand,
Where lovingkindness streams in emerald flow.

Each need he lays, a diamond to refine,
Is met with pearls from heaven’s jeweled throne,
No flaw dims grace, nor topaz stores decline,
For God’s deep mines yield treasures yet unknown.

Through storm or peace, this wealth shall ever shine,
An amethyst of love that holds him fast,
The King of kings, with opals pure divine,
Adorns his soul with bounties that will last.

So constantly, he claims these gems of might,
Victorious in God’s everlasting light.

The Royal Prayer: A Crown Of Victory by Debbie Harris

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The Royal Prayer: A Crown of Victory” transforms the Lord’s Prayer into a majestic sequence of eight Shakespearean sonnets, each exalting a phrase with regal splendor and triumphant reverence. The collection portrays God as an eternal Sovereign, enthroned in heaven, whose hallowed name and victorious will reign supreme over earth and sky. Through royal petitions, it seeks His kingdom’s advent, His provision’s bounty, and His mercy’s grace, while celebrating His power to deliver from evil. Culminating in a grand affirmation of His unending kingdom, power, and glory, the sonnets weave a unified hymn of divine triumph—a prayerful crown that proclaims God’s majestic rule forever!

1. Our Father Which Art in Heaven

Our Father, Reigning High
Our Father, crowned in heaven’s boundless might,
Thou dwell’st above where golden realms extend,
Thy throne eternal shines with holy light,
A royal seat no mortal can transcend.

The stars bow low before Thy sacred name,
Thy voice commands the skies in grand array,
All kings of earth fade dim beneath Thy fame,
For Thou art Lord of night and endless day.

No power resists Thy regal, boundless sway,
The heavens sing Thy praise in vast accord,
Thy children call, in awe, from far away,
To hail Thee as their everlasting Lord.

Victorious King, our hearts to Thee we raise,
Our Father, robed in majesty and praise.


2. Hallowed Be Thy Name

Thy Name Exalted High
Hallowed be Thy name, O Sovereign One,
A title writ in glory’s sacred flame,
Above all crowns, Thy holiness has won,
A majesty no tongue can fully frame.

The angels chant Thy praise in royal throng,
The earth resounds with echoes of Thy worth,
Thy name, a victor’s hymn, both loud and strong,
Proclaims Thy reign o’er heaven and o’er earth.

No shadow dares to dim Thy hallowed grace,
No rival dares Thy sacred rule defy,
All realms unite to bow before Thy face,
A kingly banner raised forever high.

Thy name, O Lord, our triumph and our boast,
Shall reign supreme from shore to farthest coast.


3. Thy Kingdom Come

Thy Kingdom’s Royal Prayer
Thy kingdom come, O Lord of boundless might,
A regal plea from mortal lips ascends,
To call Thy rule from heaven’s golden height,
Where victory in royal splendor bends.

The scepter of Thy will shall shatter night,
Thy reign shall crush all thrones of fleeting dust,
With every prayer, Thy power takes its flight,
A sovereign force in which we place our trust.

The dawn shall break beneath Thy kingly hand,
The earth shall bloom where Thou hast set Thy claim,
All foes shall flee before Thy grand command,
Thy kingdom’s glory none shall dare defame.

So let it come, majestic and supreme,
Thy royal victory, our soul’s great dream.


4. Thy Will Be Done in Earth, as It Is in Heaven

Thy Will, the Victor’s Crown
Thy will be done, O King of endless skies,
On earth as heaven bends to Thy decree,
A royal mandate mortals recognize,
A triumph vast for all eternity.

In heaven’s courts, Thy word is law divine,
The angels serve with swift and joyous might,
So here below, Thy purpose shall align,
To cast out dark and usher in Thy light.

No rebel force withstands Thy sovereign call,
The mountains quake, the seas Thy voice obey,
Thy will, a scepter raised o’er one and all,
Shall reign victorious in unbroken day.

Thy rule on earth, as heaven’s mirror grand,
Fulfills Thy glory by Thy royal hand.


5. Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread

The King’s Provision
Give us this day our daily bread, O Lord,
Thou royal Giver, throned in boundless store,
Thy hand bestows what heavens can afford,
A banquet rich from mercy’s golden shore.

No want shall dim Thy subjects’ loyal cry,
For Thou, victorious, meet each humble plea,
With manna crowned, Thy grace shall never dry,
A feast of life for all who bend the knee.

The fields bow low, the harvest sings Thy name,
Thy bounty flows where royal favor reigns,
Each crumb a token of Thy boundless fame,
Each gift a chord in victory’s glad strains.

So daily, Lord, Thy table doth provide,
Our King, whose love shall evermore abide.


6. And Forgive Us Our Debts, as We Forgive Our Debtors

The Throne of Mercy
Forgive us, Lord, our debts, O King of grace,
Thy mercy reigns where justice might condemn,
A royal pardon shines upon Thy face,
Restoring us to wear Thy diadem.

As we forgive, so Thou dost set us free,
A victor’s crown o’er guilt and shame bestowed,
Thy throne of love rules vast eternity,
Where streams of pardon endlessly have flowed.

No sin too deep escapes Thy sovereign eye,
No fault too great Thy clemency denies,
In majesty, Thou hearest every cry,
And bid’st Thy children in Thy likeness rise.

Forgiveness flows, a royal gift divine,
Through Thee, our souls with vict’ry’s light align.


7. And Lead Us Not into Temptation, but Deliver Us from Evil

The Sovereign Deliverer
Lead us not into temptation’s snare, O King,
But guide us forth with Thy unerring hand,
Deliver us from evil’s darkened sting,
A royal shield o’er all Thy chosen band.

Thy voice commands the tempter’s flight away,
Thy might o’erthrows the shadows’ fleeting reign,
In victory, Thou turnest night to day,
And break’st the chains that seek our souls to chain.

No foe withstands Thy consecrated sword,
No trial dims Thy regal, guiding star,
Thy power guards the faithful to Thy word,
A triumph sounded near and echoed far.

From evil’s grasp, Thy strength shall us redeem,
Our Sovereign Lord, our everlasting theme.


8. For Thine Is the Kingdom, and the Power, and the Glory, For Ever and Ever. Amen

The Eternal Majesty
For Thine’s the kingdom, power, glory vast,
O Lord, whose reign no boundary can confine,
A royal throne eternally recast,
Where victory and splendor intertwine.

All power bows before Thy sacred might,
The heavens blaze with glory’s endless flame,
Thy name resounds through time’s unbroken flight,
A sovereign anthem none shall ever tame.

Forever stands Thy rule, unyielding, grand,
The ages kneel to hymn Thy boundless worth,
All realms unite beneath Thy royal hand,
A crown of joy o’er heaven and o’er earth.

Amen, we sing, to Thee, our King adored,
Thy majesty reigns ever, mighty Lord.


Heaven’s Victorious Symphony by Debbie Harris

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For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my expectation is from Him.

Psalm 62:5 (KJV)

Heaven’s Victorious Symphony
With each step I take, my soul ascends,
My expectation comes from Him on high,
A symphony of triumph heaven sends,
Through every note, His love will e’er abide.

My Expectation Comes From Him: Psalm 62:5 by Debbie Harris

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The poem, inspired by Psalm 62:5, portrays a soul finding peace and victory through unwavering trust in God. It begins with the narrator resting in God alone, their hope nurtured by His gentle care. This expectation grows steadily, offering a triumph defined by serenity rather than conflict. Across the years, God’s love renews the narrator’s heart, providing a deep, unshakable foundation despite life’s fluctuations. Prayers rise effortlessly, securing a sweet, quiet victory. The sonnet concludes with the soul’s enduring brightness, rooted in God’s nearness, and an expectation that flourishes perpetually from Him.


My soul seeks rest in God, and Him alone,
A quiet hope beneath His tender care,
From Him my expectation gently grown,
A victory of peace beyond compare.

I wait in calm, His presence ever near,
No need for strife, no clamor to pursue,
His love unfolds through every passing year,
A steady grace that makes my heart anew.

The world may sway, yet still I find my place,
My trust in Him, a fountain pure and deep,
Each whispered prayer ascends to boundless space,
A triumph sweet in stillness I can keep.

My soul shall never dim, for He is near,
My expectation blooms from Him each year.


A Godly Heritage: A Tribute Psalm 16:6 by Debbie Harris

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The poem celebrates a spiritual inheritance rooted in divine grace, depicted as pleasant boundaries in life. It highlights the poet’s godly heritage, received through the influence of devout parents, supportive neighbors, and a nurturing church community. These figures—parents with their prayers, neighbors with their kindness, and the church with its truth and fellowship—shape the narrator’s faith and identity. The sonnet concludes with the narrator standing firm in this sacred legacy, defined by grace and a deep connection to God and His people.


The lines are drawn in pleasant places sweet,
Where fields of grace bloom soft beneath the sun,
A heritage from God, my joy complete,
Through faithful hands where sacred love is spun.

Bestowed on me by godly parents dear,
Their prayers a shield, their wisdom lights my way,
And godly neighbors, steadfast, ever near,
Uphold me still with kindness day by day.

A godly church, a haven strong and true,
Has shaped my soul with hymns and holy care,
Its walls resound with truth I can’t outdo,
A fellowship of saints beyond compare.

So here I stand, by grace and love entwined,
A child of God, with godly roots defined.

The Gift Of Prayer by Debbie Harris

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No treasure shines like prayer sincere,
A soul’s sweet gift, both pure and free,
It lifts the heart through joy or tear,
A boundless grace for eternity.

Not Willing That Any Should Perish by Debbie Harris

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The poem portrays God’s deep patience and mercy, emphasizing His desire for all people to avoid destruction and embrace repentance. Rather than hastening judgment, He offers a loving invitation to turn from darkness and sin, providing a path to redemption. The sonnet highlights His forbearance—delaying wrath out of care—and His ultimate hope that every soul finds peace and life through grace.

The heart of God, in patience vast and deep,
Desires no soul to wander lost in night,
But calls each one from shadows grim to weep,
And turn to mercy’s ever-glowing light.
His will, a shepherd’s love that seeks to save,
Delays the storm that justice might demand,
Forbearing wrath, He stretches out to pave
A path where trembling feet may safely stand.
No haste to judge, no eagerness to slay,
He yearns for hearts to bend beneath His grace,
To cast the chains of sin and pride away,
And seek the peace that shines upon His face.
So wide His wish, so boundless is His care,
That all might live, repentant, in His air.