Imagining How The Guardian Angel Rejoices In Heaven And On Earth as Their Charge Exalts Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

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The skies of Heaven flare with sapphire flame,
I glide on winds of light, my spirit high,
My wings—gold beams of joy—proclaim His name,
When mortal hearts choose Christ and shadows fly.
On Earth, the fields awake with echoed praise,
Each soul’s ascent stirs bells in village air,
A guardian’s watch ignites twin realms ablaze,
Their faith a song that angels long to share.

Through clouds and stars, glad voices intertwine,
The saints below, the hosts above unite,
My halo hums where earthly hopes align,
A double feast of rapture greets my sight.
From Heaven’s halls to dust where life began,
I guard their spark—each soul, each angel’s plan.

The Hope of a Perfect Immortal Frame by Debbie Harris

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The trumpets ring, their golden splendor spills,
A flood of beauty mortals can’t abide,
Through Heaven’s halls where radiant wonder thrills,
Too vast for flesh in frailty to reside.
A glorified body must our form remake,
For only then can eyes endure the sight,
No mortal frame could bear the glory’s wake,
Or stand within the fanfare’s holy light.
Transformed, we rise, with strength beyond decay,
Each sense reborn to grasp the boundless scene,
The trumpets’ call demands this grand array,
A vessel pure for beauty’s sovereign sheen.
Thus glorified, we gaze in awe replete,
To see our King face to face, complete.

Imagining the Glorious Trumpet Sounds of Eternity Resounding Through the Heavens by Debbie Harris

The trumpets roar, unbound by earthly chains,
A boundless surge of sound through Heaven streams,
Their golden voices flood celestial plains,
Awakening the soul to royal dreams.
No wall can hold, no silence dares intrude,
Their echoes roll like thunder clad in light,
A sovereign tide of music, pure and shrewd,
That rends the veil and storms the endless height.
Each blast resounds, a crown upon the air,
Eternal notes that spiral, soar, and sing,
A regal pulse through realms beyond compare,
The anthem of the vast, immortal King.
In ceaseless waves, their glory knows no end,
Where beauty reigns in golden fanfare’s blend.

Blessed Is The Nation Whose God Is The Lord by Debbie Harris

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When nations stray from paths the Lord has laid,
Their hearts grow cold, their laws twist into chains,
Unrighteous ways invite a bitter blade,
And prideful towers crumble on the plains.
The God who spoke the stars into their flight,
Whose word upholds the mountains and the seas,
Is scorned by those who chase the fleeting night,
Trading His truth for hollow vanities.
Corruption festers where His name is banned,
While mercy fades from rulers’ iron hands,
The land grows barren, cursed by wayward man.
Yet blessed are they who heed His firm commands,
For nations built on Christ, the Rock, shall stand,
Their peace secured by Heaven’s sovereign plans.

For Those Who Shudder At The Faintest Stain Of Sin by Debbie Harris

The cross ignites, a beacon fierce and grand,
Where Christ, my Victor, broke sin’s iron sway,
His blood a flood to cleanse each trembling hand,
A shout of conquest rends the dark away!
For those who shudder at the faintest stain,
He storms the void with mercy’s blazing sword,
Death’s sting lies trampled, guilt’s accusing reign,
Dissolved by light no shadow can afford!
Each fault they mourn, His glory turns to gold,
Their tender hearts, once bruised, now boldly rise,
Sin’s whispers fade, His power remolds the soul,
A radiant dawn unveils their royal guise!
Rejoice, ye sensitive, in triumph’s gleam,
God’s heirs transformed, forever pure, supreme!

I Rise, Resplendent, With A Conqueror’s Glee, God’s Royal Heir, Transformed, Eternally Free by Debbie Harris

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The cross blazes forth, a lightning bolt of glee,
Where Christ, my Champion, smashed sin’s blackest throne,
His blood a torrent, wild and fierce and free,
A war-cry sounded, hell’s dominion blown!
No chains dare whisper, no doom dares arise,
For He has stormed the grave with blazing might,
Death’s skull lies crushed beneath His radiant eyes,
A vanquished shadow in His boundless light!
My sins, once leaden, blaze to ash and flame,
His glory forges me through sacred fire,
Sin’s curse lies broken, foes wail in their shame,
His reign remakes my soul for heights entire!
I rise, resplendent, with a conqueror’s glee,
God’s royal heir, transformed, eternally free!

The Prodigal Son by Debbie Harris

A wayward son, with riches rashly claimed,
Forsook his father’s house for fleeting glee,
Till famine’s grip his squandered life defamed,
And husks of swine awoke his misery.
In shame he turned, his steps a sinner’s plea,
To seek the home he’d spurned in prideful roam,
Our Heavenly Father, ever fain to free,
Awaits with grace to welcome wanderers home.
His arms outstretched, no scorn for follies past,
He robes the lost in mercy’s fine array,
Though righteous tongues may judge the feast too vast,
The elder’s ire fades in love’s display.
So sinners find, through dust of wayward years,
A Father’s heart that dries repentant tears.

When Redeemed, Spring’s Grandeur Blossoms Into A Majestic, Divine, And Holy Realm Within The Heart by Debbie Harris

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The spring unfolds where hearts redeemed abide,
A bloom of grace in every pulse does sing,
Where winter’s chains dissolve in gentle tide,
And majesty awakes on verdant wing.

The soul, once lost, now drinks the golden light,
Each breath a petal, soft with heaven’s dew,
Through veins like rivers, hope restores its might,
A crown of green where love’s rich hues renew.

No storm can dim this inner season’s fire,
For in the breast, a forest leaps to frame,
Tall oaks of faith and lilies of desire,
All woven tight in spring’s eternal name.

So stands the heart, redeemed, a living throne,
Where beauty reigns, and spring is fully known.

Worldly Hope Versus Biblical Hope, A Comparison by Debbie Harris

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Worldly hope, a fragile thread,
A wish on winds that shift and shed,
It clings to chance, to fleeting skies,
A spark that fades when fortune dies.
It dreams of gold, of days serene,
Yet trembles at what lies unseen,
A shallow root in shifting sand,
It falters where it cannot stand.

Biblical hope, a steadfast flame,
Anchored deep in a holy name,
No mere desire, but trust made whole,
A promise carved on the soul.
Through storms it holds, through dark it glows,
A certainty the heart well knows,
Not swayed by time, nor crushed by woe,
It rises where the faithful go.

One leans on fate, the other grace,
One dims in doubt, one seeks His face,
Worldly hope may charm the eye,
But Biblical hope will never die.