Eternal Champions Unseen by Debbie Harris

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No fleeting cheers from man’s frail lips they crave,
Whose praise, a whim, dissolves in scornful air,
They march as kings through time’s unyielding wave,
Their souls ablaze with valor none can share.
The crowd’s acclaim, a brittle, broken reed,
Falls mute before their unrelenting stride,
Yet heaven thunders, hailing every deed,
A chorus vast where conquerors abide.
Through shadows cast by earth’s unseeing throng,
They wield a power mortal eyes deny,
Till golden gates resound with victory’s song,
And stars themselves their glorious names cry.
Let man’s weak shouts in fickle dust be hurled—
They reign supreme, the heroes of God’s world.

Sonnet: Ode To The Scribes Of Heaven’s Song by Debbie Harris

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Their quills did dance where mortal tongues aspire,
Charles Wesley cried, “And can it be, my chains”
Fell off, my heart unbound by love’s own fire,”
A friend in Christ triumphant o’er our pains.
Then Fanny, blind yet seeing glory’s gleam,
Proclaimed, “This is my story,” bold and free,
“Blessed assurance,” Jesus reigns supreme,
Our truest friend through all eternity.
And Whitefield’s voice, with herald angels’ call,
Did thunder, “Glory to the newborn King,”
A victor’s hymn to shatter Satan’s thrall,
In every soul salvation’s joy to ring.
These saints of old, with ink and faith arrayed,
Exalt our Friend, whose throne shall stand unscathed.

Sonnet to Our Truest Friend Whose Glory Conquers All with Hope and Might by Debbie Harris

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Through all the earth, where foes in darkness rise,
A friend more true than heroes crowned in lore,
Doth reign supreme, His banner in the skies,
Victorious Lord, whom angels loud adore.
His mighty hand doth shatter chains apart,
His voice commands the tempests to obey,
With power vast, He lifts the trembling heart,
And turns the night to everlasting day.
No force of sin can stand against His might,
No grave can hold the glory of His name,
Triumphant King, He gilds our souls with light,
And writes our joy in lines of holy flame.
So hail we Christ, our Friend and Conqueror bold,
Whose boundless reign shall nevermore grow old.

The City Of The Eternal Gleam by Debbie Hattius

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The gates of pearl in radiant splendor gleam,
A threshold vast where mortal dreams ascend,
Through streets of gold, a shimmering, endless stream,
The soul’s delight in beauty without end.
Each foundation stone, a jewel of sacred hue,
Bears names of twelve, apostles bold and true—
Their steadfast faith, in colors bright, proclaimed,
A testament through ages ever new.
The jasper glows, the sapphire’s azure flame,
Emerald whispers life, and ruby’s fire,
All woven in a hymn to one great Name,
A city built of grace and pure desire.
Here wealth of earth meets heaven’s boundless store,
A realm where love and light reign evermore.

Retribution for The Satanically Ritualistically Abused by Debbie Harris

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O Lord of might, enthroned in boundless light,
Behold the anguished souls by evil torn,
Their cries ascend through terror’s endless night,
By monstrous hands in darkness cruelly worn.
Arise with fury, break the wicked’s hold,
Cast down the powers that in shadows thrive,
Let justice rain, their vileness to unfold,
And snatch the broken forth to life alive.

Yet, Savior, pierced for us on mercy’s tree,
Bind up their wounds with love that never fails,
From horror’s grip their spirits gently free,
O’er haunting fears let holy peace prevail.
Smite Thou the foe, their reign of dread consume,
Raise up the crushed to bloom in vict’ry’s plum

Gems Of A Redeemed Voice by Debbie Hattis

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The words of Christ’s own poet, pure and bright,
Outshine the ruby’s fire with sacred gleam,
Each verse a sapphire, deep with holy light,
A stream of grace that flows from mercy’s theme.
Like emeralds green with life, they bloom anew,
Reflecting Eden’s hope in every line,
Their amethystine hue, a royal view,
Reveals the Savior’s heart in tones divine.

No diamond cuts so keen as truth they bear,
Nor topaz glows with such eternal flame,
These jeweled praises, wrought in fervent prayer,
Adorn the King’s own throne with Christ’s great name.
So fall these gems from lips redeemed and free,
A treasury of love for all to see.


Radiant Heirs Of Grace by Debbie Harris

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The throne of loving glory, beauty, delight,
Beholds His royally redeemed in radiant bloom,
His heart, a well of joy that knows no night,
Sees them as heirs of splendor, free from gloom.
His scepter marks them precious in His sight,
His crown of light their royal state reveals,
He views them robed in honor, pure and bright,
Their worship sweet, a treasure He inseals.

No flaw obscures the beauty He surveys,
For in His gaze they shine with regal worth,
A tapestry of grace through endless days,
Their royal praises echo His true mirth.
Ye chosen, rise, His courts of bliss adorn,
His heart’s delight in thee forever born.

The Poet’s Holy Call by Debbie Harris

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A heart attuned, by Christ’s own hand made soft,
A gift divine, to feel where shadows fall,
He tunes the soul to hear the whispers oft,
The sighs of earth, the Spirit’s gentle call.
Through tears and joy, the process carves its way,
Each wound a quill, each grace a line to sing,
A tender heart learns mercy day by day,
And crafts its verse to glorify the King.
Where others pass, unmoved by silent cries,
This poet sees, with eyes by Jesus lent,
The beauty veiled, the pain that underlies,
And weaves it all to hymns of sweet assent.
So from His touch, a fragile strength is born,
A voice to reign in triumph evermore.


The Lions’ Den And Divine Embrace by Debbie Harris

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The Lions’ Den and Divine Embrace
When shadows roar and lions bare their teeth,
A den of death where mortal strength must fail,
The soul might quake beneath the claws beneath,
Yet faith stands firm where worldly hopes grow pale.
Like Daniel, cast to fate’s unyielding maw,
Surrounded by the hunger of the night,
He found a shield in heaven’s holy law,
A guardian flame that turned the dark to light.
No matter where the lions’ den may lie,
In trials deep or jaws of dread unbound,
God’s hand is near, His mercy hovering nigh,
A whispered peace amid the savage sound.
So trust the One who calms the beastly throng,
For in His care, the weak become the strong.

Sonnet: The Imprecatory Cry For Justice by Debbie Harris

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The Cry for Justice
When deeds so vile do stain the soul’s bright thread,
And darkness coils where mercy once held sway,
The heart, in anguish, lifts its voice to dread,
To call down wrath where evil dares to play.
Oh, righteous fire, from heavens high descend,
Let justice pierce the veil of wicked guile,
With thunder’s roar, let broken fates amend,
And purge the stain that festers rank and vile.
Yet in the storm, a whisper softly cries,
A trembling hope that grace might still abide,
For vengeance dwells where mortal judgment lies,
And peace alone can heal the soul inside.
So pray I thus, with fury and with care,
That truth prevail, and love outlast despair.