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“Ye Shall Not Add… Neither Shall Ye Diminish”:A Cry Against the Alteration of God’s Holy Word by Debbie Harris

20 Thursday Nov 2025

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he poem is a fierce, urgent warning that the single most soul-destroying habit a person can adopt is to tamper with the Word of God (adding to it, subtracting from it, softening it, or reinterpreting it to suit human preference).

It portrays such alteration as a slow-acting but lethal poison: a tiny change (one jot, one tittle) seems harmless at first, yet it quietly corrupts the heart, removes the anchor of truth, and ultimately leaves the soul shipwrecked and estranged from God.

Modern attempts to “update” or “humanize” Scripture are exposed as proud rebellion: men making themselves kinder than God and forging a false mercy that becomes an eternal funeral pyre.

The closing charge is absolute: lay down the pen, touch not one syllable, stand in awe and trembling. Better to be broken by the unflinching rod of the true Word than to die smiling under a counterfeit gospel. The words of Scripture are settled forever; to meddle with them is to invite spiritual ruin.

  • Deuteronomy 4:2
    Ye shall not add unto the word which I command you, neither shall ye diminish ought from it, that ye may keep the commandments of the LORD your God which I command you.
  • Deuteronomy 12:32
    What thing soever I command you, observe to do it: thou shalt not add thereto, nor diminish from it.
  • Proverbs 30:5-6
    Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them that put their trust in him. Add thou not unto his words, lest he reprove thee, and thou be found a liar.
  • Joshua 1:7
    Only be thou strong and very courageous, that thou mayest observe to do according to all the law, which Moses my servant commanded thee: turn not from it to the right hand or to the left, that thou mayest prosper whithersoever thou goest.
  • Jeremiah 26:2
    Thus saith the LORD; Stand in the court of the LORD’s house, and speak unto all the cities of Judah, which come to worship in the LORD’s house, all the words that I command thee to speak unto them; diminish not a word.
  • Matthew 5:18-19
    For verily I say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled. Whosoever therefore shall break one of these least commandments, and shall teach men so, he shall be called the least in the kingdom of heaven: but whosoever shall do and teach them, the same shall be called great in the kingdom of heaven.
  • Galatians 1:8-9
    But though we, or an angel from heaven, preach any other gospel unto you than that which we have preached unto you, let him be accursed. As we said before, so say I now again, If any man preach any other gospel unto you than that ye have received, let him be accursed.
  • Revelation 22:18-19
    For I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book: And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book.

Beware the hand that dares to bend
The living Word to private end;
No poison drips so slow, so sure,
No blade cuts deeper, none more pure
Than subtle change of what God said,
A shifted line, a verse half-dead.

The soul that drinks that altered stream
Will sicken in a silent dream;
First taste seems sweet, the change so small,
A jot, a tittle, that is all.
Yet day by day the fever grows,
Till truth lies bleeding no one knows.

Men call it wisdom, call it light,
To trim the Word for modern sight;
They soften threats, they blunt the rod,
And crown themselves more kind than God.
But mercy forged in human fire
Becomes the soul’s eternal pyre.

I’ve seen the wreck on every shore—
The heart that thought it needed more
Than what was written, plain and clear;
It added comfort, stifled fear,
Then woke to find the anchor gone,
And every star of guidance none.

O trembling hand, lay down the pen,
Let not one sacred syllable bend!
The Book that thunders, “Do not add,”
Still holds the power to make hearts glad
Or break them on the whetstone true;
Its ruin is its healing too.

Touch not the Word, though curiosity burn;
The soul that tampers shall itself be torn.
Better to bleed beneath the rod
Than smile forever estranged from God.
Stand trembling, stand in dust and awe—
The Word is settled. That is all.

To Pray The Impossible by Debbie Harris

20 Thursday Nov 2025

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The poem portrays praying for the impossible as a daring, almost reckless spiritual adventure. It is an act of extreme faith: standing at the absolute edge of what can be, flinging fragile hope into an abyss, walking a razor-thin line between despair and miracle .Rather than a polite request, such prayer is depicted as trespassing into forbidden territory—barging into heaven’s locked garden, disturbing the sleep of the divine, and demanding what was never meant to be given. Yet the tone is wondrous, not blasphemous: the impossible is personified as something curious, half-awake, even amused by the audacity.In the end, when the impossible actually happens, the breakthrough is overwhelming and humbling. The speaker realizes the true thrill was never in receiving the answer, but in the wild courage to ask for a road where no road could exist. The poem celebrates the sheer adventure of radical, divine and Holy faith.

To pray the impossible is an adventure indeed
a barefoot crossing of a sea that has no other side
where the wind tastes of salt and unfinished psalms
and every heartbeat is a drumbeat against the ribs of God.

You stand at the edge of what cannot be
palms raw from holding questions too heavy for hands
whispering into the dark that refuses to answer back
yet the dark leans closer, curious, almost tender.

It is to fling your small coin of faith
into a night with no bottom
and hear, far below, the faint metallic ring
of something vast turning over in its sleep.

To pray the impossible
is to walk the narrow ridge between despair and dawn
where miracles grow like frost-flowers on the breath
delicate, lethal, unbearably bright.

You become the trespasser on a shore the tide forgot
reaching for fruit that hangs just beyond the stars
and the angels, instead of turning away
lean in, half-smiling, as if they too
have been waiting to see what happens next.

And when the impossible finally cracks open
like a sunrise inside your chest
you will not say “I knew it all along”
you will only fall to your knees
laughing and weeping at once
because the adventure
was never about arriving
but about daring to ask
for a road
where no road
could ever be.

Of Him, Through Him, and to Him Alone: The One Eternal Desire of the Royally Redeemed by Debbie Harris

17 Monday Nov 2025

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Rooted in the doxology of Romans 11:36 (“For of Him, and through Him, and to Him are all things: to whom be glory for ever. Amen”), these three interconnected poems form a single, burning declaration:

  1. Everything that exists flows from God’s delight (Of Him).
  2. Everything that is saved was saved only through the blood of the Lamb (Through Him).
  3. Therefore everything that is saved now exists for one fierce, eternal purpose: to return all glory to Him alone (To Him).

The central message is that the royally redeemed (those purchased by Christ to be kings and priests) have only one true desire: that no rival glory—big or small, spectacular or mundane—ever steal what belongs to Jesus.

From the first breath of the morning to the last tear of the night, from spreadsheets to suffering, from triumphs to traffic, every moment is to be lived as fuel for the one fire that will never go out: the praise of His glory. There are no neutral seconds for a blood-bought soul. Worship is not a Sunday activity; it is the entire point of Monday through eternity.

The series ends with a jealous, joyful, lifelong Amen:
Only to Him.
Only forever.
Starting right now.

Only to Him be glory forever
—not just with our lips,
but with the stubborn, beautiful minutes of Monday morning.

We do not sing this in heaven only;
we begin it in traffic,
in the oncology ward,
in the 3 a.m. panic,
in the cubicle,
in the kitchen sink full of last night’s dishes.

Living for His glory forever means:

  • The alarm clock is answered because He is worthy of the day.
  • The spreadsheet is finished with excellence because half-hearted work insults the King who gave us minds.
  • The apology is offered quickly because unforgiveness robs Him of the praise due for the cross.
  • The paycheck is stewarded, the body is disciplined, the phone is put down at dinner—
    all because lesser gods keep trying to steal what was bought to be His alone.

Every ordinary step can thunder with eternity
when it is taken on the single road that leads back to the throne.

The royally redeemed have no neutral moments.
There is no “off-duty” for a purchased soul.
We eat to the glory of God.
We sleep to the glory of God.
We laugh, weep, text, vote, mow the lawn, change the diaper,
fight temptation, forgive the wound—
all of it is either fuel for His praise
or stolen kindling for some idol that will burn.

So we wake up jealous.
Not petty-jealous, but white-hot, worshipful jealous:
Let no rival have what is His.
Let no comfort, no ambition, no fear, no pleasure
sit on the throne that was paid for with blood.

Only to Him.
In the spectacular and in the small.
In the spotlight and in the unseen.
In the healing and in the hospital bed.
In the yes and in the long no.
In the wedding and in the funeral.
In the first breath of the day and the last sigh of the night.

Only to Him be glory
—not 99%,
not most of the time,
not when it’s convenient or emotionally moving.

Only.
Forever.
Starting right now.

Let the redeemed life be one long, unbroken echo:
“Whatever you do—whether you eat or drink or scroll or suffer or love or die—do it all to the glory of God.”
Because one day the echo becomes sight,
and every knee bows,
and every tongue confesses out loud what we practiced in secret:

Jesus Christ is Lord—
to the glory of God the Father.

Only to Him.
Forever.

Amen.
Let the day begin.

A Poetic Psalter Celebrating the Seven Days of Divine Artistry: From Uncreated Light To Holy Rest: A Septet Of Praise For The Days Of Genesis by Debbie Harris

11 Tuesday Nov 2025

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Awakening the Cosmos – A 7-Day Praise-Poem

  1. Uncreated Light – God speaks; raw light shatters darkness into molten dawn.
  2. Vault of Breath – Waters part, sky domes; sapphire firmament cradles unborn storms.
  3. Green Awakening – Seas recede, land rises; seeds burst into orchards of quiet fire.
  4. Lamps of Eternity – Sun, moon, stars hung as censer, coin, and nails in night’s scroll.
  5. Choir of the Deep – Oceans teem; leviathan and minnow sing in silver symphony.
  6. Image-Bearer – Dust breathes, man and woman walk as kings naming miracle and ache.
  7. Holy Pause – Creation halts in perfect hush; Sabbath dew crowns the finished world.

Day 1: The Uncreated Light
Before the ledger of time was inked,
You spoke, and darkness learned its name—
not absence, but a velvet womb
where silence pooled like liquid obsidian.
Then light—
not the sun’s borrowed coin,
but the raw mint of Your breath—
struck the void like flint on steel.
It scattered in shards of molten gold,
each photon a syllable of Your joy,
and the abyss, astonished,
blushed into morning.
Praise the Voice that split the night
and taught the dark to dream.

Day 2: The Vault of Breath
You lifted the waters like a curtain
and stretched a sky between—
a hammered sheet of sapphire,
thin as a lover’s sigh,
yet strong enough to hold
the thunder’s unborn roar.
Clouds drifted in like sheep
fresh-shorn of storm,
their underbellies bruised with rain.
The deep below kept its ancient counsel,
mirroring the heavens in a glass of salt.
Praise the Architect who set a dome
where breath could learn to fly.

Day 3: The Green Awakening
You gathered the seas in Your cupped hands,
and land rose—
not timid, but eager—
shoulders of granite, hips of loam,
a body ready to be clothed.
Seeds cracked open like secrets,
unfurled green tongues to taste the sun.
Orchards erupted in quiet fire,
petals the color of bruised dawn;
vines stitched the earth with emerald thread.
Every root a prayer,
every leaf a hallelujah.
Praise the Gardener whose whisper
turned dust to orchestra.

Day 4: The Lamps of Eternity
You hung the sun like a censer
swinging incense of molten noon;
the moon, a silver coin
pressed to the lip of night.
Stars—
not pinpricks, but nails
driven through the dark to hold it open—
spilled their ancient light
across the scroll of space.
Galaxies wheeled in slow sarabande,
comets trailed white fire like bridal veils.
Praise the Lamplighter who taught time
to keep its appointments.

Day 5: The Choir of the Deep
The seas convulsed with delight—
scales flashed like shattered mirrors,
wings of gulls stitched sky to wave.
Leviathan sang bass in the abyss,
while minnows piped descants
in silver filigree.
Eagles carved the wind with knives of bone,
their shadows racing over dunes.
Every creature a note
in the wild hymn of becoming.
Praise the Composer who tuned the waters
to a symphony of breath.

Day 6: The Image-Bearer
You stooped,
gathered dust as a sculptor gathers clay,
and breathed.
The clod flinched,
then stood—
adam, red as the earth he came from,
eyes wide with borrowed starlight.
Beside him, woman—
rib curved like a crescent moon,
laughter already blooming in her throat.
They walked among the beasts
as kings in a court of miracles,
naming lion, naming lamb,
naming the ache inside their chests.
Praise the Potter who signed His work
with a heartbeat.

Day 7: The Holy Pause
You ceased.
Not from weariness,
but from the perfection of enough.
The world spun on its axis
like a top You set in motion,
humming with finished grace.
You sat—
if sitting is what gods do—
and the silence was a sanctuary.
Sabbath settled like dew on cedar,
like mercy on the wounded world.
Praise the Rest-Giver
who taught creation
the art of being still
and knowing.

The Inestimable Treasure That Never Ends Is Jesus Christ, Our Savior, Lord, And King by Debbie Harris

10 Monday Nov 2025

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Summary of the Poem

The poem celebrates Jesus Christ as the ultimate, inexhaustible treasure—priceless, eternal, and infinitely renewing.

It portrays Him in three majestic roles:

  • Savior: who redeems us through His sacrifice on the cross,
  • Lord: who reigns with sovereign power yet tender care,
  • King: whose kingdom and glory have no end.

No matter how deeply we draw from His mercy, grace, wisdom, or love, the supply never diminishes—the more we take, the more He gives. The poem invites every weary soul to come empty-handed and be filled from this boundless, inestimable treasure: Jesus Christ, our Savior, Lord, and King.

In fields of grace, beneath the sky’s wide dome,
A treasure lies no map has ever shown—
Not gold that dims, nor gems that lose their fire,
But Christ Himself, the heart’s unspoken choir.

We dig with faith through layers of our days,
Past guilt’s dark soil and fear’s entangling maze;
Each spade of prayer strikes deeper than the last,
Unveiling light that centuries outcast.

The more we take—His mercy, truth, and peace—
The more He gives; the store will never cease.
A single glance reveals a thousand more,
Each facet new, each promise to explore.

Exhaust the stars? Then count the grains of sand.
Exhaust the sea? Then hold it in your hand.
But Jesus? No. His depths defy the sum;
Eternity itself cannot be done.

So come, weary seeker, bring your empty cup—
He fills, refills, and lifts your spirit up.
The treasure waits, unspent, unbound, untrod:
Forever found, forever ours—our God.

The Hope Of The Rapture by Debbie Harris

09 Sunday Nov 2025

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The hope of the Rapture gives

us a ceaseless victorious hope!

Until He comes rejoice in our

blessed Savior’s many benefits

To the Kind-Hearted,Especially Those Who Belong To The Household of Faith by Debbie Harris

09 Sunday Nov 2025

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In a world that often spins too fast,
you pause—
a gentle hand on a trembling shoulder,
a whispered prayer in the midnight hour.

You are the quiet ones
who carry groceries up three flights,
who text “I’m thinking of you” at 2 a.m.,
who leave the last cookie on the plate
and pretend it was never theirs.

You are the faithful
who rise before dawn to intercede,
who memorize verses not for show
but to stitch them into broken hearts.
Your faith is not a banner—
it is bread, broken and given.

To the neighbor who shoveled my walk
without a word,
to the stranger who paid for my coffee
when my card declined,
to the elder who called just to say
“God sees you”—

Thank you.

Your kindness is a lantern
in the fog of hurry and harm.
It does not shout;
it simply stays lit.

May every small mercy you scatter
return to you as a harvest of peace.
May the God who notices sparrows
notice you—
and smile.

With all my heart,
thank you.

The Fourfold Crown:A Hymn Of Endless Praise by Debbie Harris

09 Sunday Nov 2025

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The Fourfold Crown: A Hymn of Endless Praise

Stanza 1 – The Only Wise
To the only wise God, our Saviour,
whose thoughts outnumber grains of sand,
who weighed the mountains in a balance,
who holds the oceans in His hand;
before the architect of evil
had sketched his first rebellious line,
Your love already wrote the sequel
in blood that tastes of bread and wine.

Stanza 2 – Glory
Be glory, bright as midday sun
upon the sea of crystal glass,
where elders fall and saints are stunned
by beauty time cannot surpass;
it flashes from the jasper wall,
it echoes in the seraph’s call,
it crowns the Lamb who bore the fall.

Stanza 3 – Majesty
Be majesty, the royal dread
that makes the cherubim veil face,
yet stoops to wipe the tear unshed
and warm the orphan’s hiding place;
its thunder clothes the judgment seat,
its whisper makes the tempest fleet,
its mercy kisses justice’ feet.

Stanza 4 – Dominion
Be dominion, the gentle yoke
that breaks the oppressor’s iron rod,
the kingdom where the meek are folk
and children lead the way to God;
its banner over us is love,
its law is written from above
upon the heart, and not the glove.

Stanza 5 – Power
Be power, the resurrection might
that rolled the stone and rent the veil,
that turned the midnight into light
and made the grave itself grow pale;
it quickens dust, it wakes the sleeper,
it guards the soul the Reaper’s keeper,
it plunges to the darkest deep, or
lifts the spirit higher, steeper.

Stanza 6 – Now
Both now—
while markets crash and lovers part,
while tyrants rage and poets start,
while mothers rock and soldiers bleed,
Your sovereign hand supplies the need;
the sparrow falls, yet not in vain,
for every loss is wrapped in gain.

Stanza 7 – Ever
And ever—
when clocks are melted into song,
when “is” and “was” no longer throng,
when faith gives way to sight complete
and hope lies down at mercy’s feet;
the fourfold crown will still be worn
by Him who rose with pierced side torn.

Final Refrain
To the only wise God, our Saviour,
be glory and majesty,
dominion and power,
both now and ever.
Amen.

A Poetic Rendering Of Jude 1:25 by Debbie Harris

09 Sunday Nov 2025

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To the only God, our Savior,
a single throne of boundless light,
where mercy bends the knee to might—
be glory, like a river’s roar
that carves the canyon of the night.

Be majesty, a mountain crowned
with snow that never melts away,
its silence louder than the fray
of empires rising, falling down.

Be power, thunder in the vein
of stars that pulse yet never die,
a heartbeat echoing on high
through galaxies that sing Your reign.

Be authority, the quiet word
that stills the storm and calms the sea,
the verdict spoken eternally
before the first and final bird.

All this through Jesus Christ our Lord,
the bridge of flesh from dust to throne,
the Lamb enthroned, the cornerstone—
His wounds the seal, His blood the chord.

Before all ages, ere the flame
of morning lit the virgin sky,
Your purpose hummed, Your love drew nigh;
now, in the heartbeat of our frame;
and forevermore, when time is done,
the echo answers, “It is won.”

Amen.

Crimson-Crowned and Called: The Privilege of Prayer with the Sovereign Lord by Debbie Harris

09 Sunday Nov 2025

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Redeemed by Christ’s blood and crowned with mercy, believers hold the royal privilege of constant, intimate prayer—whispering boldly at any moment to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Their breath becomes a bridge, their hearts an open door, to the Sovereign who calls them His own.

Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.
—Hebrews 4:16 (KJV)

For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.
—Romans 8:15 (KJV)

What a privilege we bear,
crowned in crimson mercy,
to whisper in prayer at any hour
to the King of Kings,
the Lord of Lords—
our breath a bridge,
our hearts the door.