Chaos Roars, Kingdoms Fade Away: Yet Our Beauty-Filled Triune God Forever Reigns Supreme by Debbie Harris

19 Monday Jan 2026

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When tempests rage and kingdoms fall,
And shadows cloak the trembling earth,
Our Triune God, enthroned o’er all,
Reigns radiant in eternal worth.

The Father speaks, His voice the same,
Through chaos vast and ages long;
The Son, once slain, now bears the name
Above all names, in endless song.

The Spirit breathes where darkness dwells,
A river of pure, living light;
In broken hearts His glory swells,
Dispelling fear with holy might.

No throne of man can stand the test,
No empire lasts beyond its day;
Yet Beauty crowned in love confessed
Shall never fade, nor pass away.

O fix your gaze on heaven’s seat,
Where Three in One forever shine;
Though worlds dissolve beneath our feet,
His sovereign grace is ever thine.

So sing through storm, through night, through fire—
The Triune God is on the throne;
His beauty fills the vast desire
Of every soul He calls His own.

From Celestial Heights: The Sorrow of Esther and Mordecai Beholding the Depravity of Persia’s Modern Throne by Debbie Harris

19 Monday Jan 2026

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In Susa’s ancient halls, where once she rose,
A queen of hidden courage, brave, composed,
To shatter chains that Haman forged in hate,
And save her kin from Persia’s cruel fate—
Now Hamadan’s old stone, in silence weeps,
Where Esther’s tomb its quiet vigil keeps.
From heaven’s height, the righteous pair looks down,
On darkened rule that wears a thorny crown.
Mordecai sees the land he once redeemed,
Now bound again by tyranny’s cold scheme.
How deep the sorrow in celestial sight,
To witness light eclipsed by endless night—
Yet Purim’s joy, through ages, still proclaims:
From deepest gloom, deliverance often came.
Hope lingers yet beneath the tyrant’s rod;
The God of Esther works through humble blood.

Under the Shadow of His Wings They Rise: The Heart’s Exquisite, Fragrant Response to Everlasting Love Of Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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When boundless love descends like morning dew
Upon the parched and thirsty soul below,
The wanderer lifts his eyes, his spirit new,
And bids the ancient gates of praise to glow.

As rivers clap their hands and mountains sing,
So hearts in wonder rise to bless His name;
They enter courts with thanksgiving’s offering,
And fill His house with songs of righteousness.

No cold command compels, but grace ignites—
They love because He first loved them in might;
With all the heart, the soul, the mind’s pure lights,
They walk in paths of sweet obedience’s delight.

In shadow of His wings they refuge find,
And pour out fragrance like the rose entwined.

No Dross Remains: The Sevenfold Glory of the LORD’s Pure and Preserved Word – A Rapturous Hymn Upon the Silver Tried in Earth’s Deep Furnace by Debbie Harris

13 Tuesday Jan 2026

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Summary of the Poem
(“No Dross Remains: The Sevenfold Glory of the LORD’s Pure and Preserved Word – A Rapturous Hymn Upon the Silver Tried in Earth’s Deep Furnace”)

The poem is a soaring, reverent meditation on Psalm 12:6 (KJV), celebrating the absolute purity and eternal reliability of God’s Word.

It portrays divine speech as silver of unmatched perfection—cast into a blazing heavenly furnace and refined seven times, a number symbolizing complete and flawless purification. Every trace of impurity, falsehood, or human corruption (“dross”) is utterly consumed, leaving only radiant, unblemished truth that shines brighter than any earthly metal.

The imagery rises in intensity: the furnace roars like a living pyre, the bellows breathe, the flames kiss and consume, forging a blade of light too brilliant for mortal eyes yet tender as dew to the seeking heart. This silver Word stands untouched by time, lies, or the darkness of generations, a towering, unquenchable star amid the world’s broken vows.

In its final flight, the poem becomes a prayer and a vow of trust: God’s sevenfold-refined Word is the unshakable anchor for believers in the last days’ storm. It promises to preserve the faithful, lift their souls on wings of desire, and endure forever—when even the heavens themselves shall fail—because the One who kindled the refining fire will never fade.

In essence, the poem exalts God’s Word as:

Perfectly pure
Eternally preserved
A living, radiant, fiery-yet-gentle truth
The believer’s enduring hope and glory through every age.

From heaven’s forge the silver sentence falls,
Pure as the first light breaking on the deep;
Seven times the flame has kissed its walls,
And every dross is burned in vigil steep.
No speck of falsehood dares its surface creep—
Refined through crucible of wrath and grace,
It gleams, eternal, in the holy place.

See how the furnace roars, a living pyre,
Where ancient prophets’ cries and angels’ song
Are melted down in one consuming fire;
The bellows breathe, the coals blaze fierce and long,
Till sevenfold radiance makes the metal strong—
A blade of light, too bright for mortal sight,
Yet soft as dew upon the heart at night.

No tarnish clings, no rust of time can mar;
Through ages dark with lies and broken vows
It stands, a tower of unquenchable star,
Whose every syllable the soul allows
To rise on wings where earthly tumult bows.
O Word of God, thou silver river bright,
Thou flowest still through everlasting night.

Preserve us, Lord, as Thou hast promised true;
In this last generation’s howling gale,
Thy purified silver shall our anchor be,
Unshaken, radiant, when the heavens fail—
For Thou who kindlest flame shalt never pale.
Thy word, refined in sevenfold holy fire,
Shall lift our souls to realms of pure desire.

A Glorious Christmas Tribute to Jesus Christ: The Eternal King of Kings and Lord of Lords Born in Bethlehem’s Manger by Debbie Harris

13 Saturday Dec 2025

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A Glorious Christmas Tribute to Jesus Christ: The Eternal King of Kings and Lord of Lords Born in Bethlehem’s Manger” is a devotional Christmas poem that celebrates the Incarnation and divine majesty of Jesus Christ. The poem opens with the humble Nativity scene: the eternal King of Kings and Lord of Lords lying in a manger under the guiding star, worshipped by angels and shepherds despite His lack of earthly splendor. It emphasizes the mystery of the Incarnation—the Eternal Word becoming flesh to redeem humanity from sin. Subsequent stanzas exalt Jesus with biblical titles: Prince of Peace, Alpha and Omega, Living Bread, Saving Word, and Lamb of God. It recalls the Magi’s gifts foreshadowing His death and kingship, and proclaims His virgin birth, divine nature, and atoning sacrifice. The poem culminates in joyful adoration, offering glory, laud, and honor to Christ the eternal King, with a plea for Him to reign in believers’ hearts. It closes on a triumphant note of worship, inviting all to bless the majestic Lord of Lords on Christmas night and forever. Overall, the poem is a heartfelt hymn of praise that contrasts Christ’s humble birth with His supreme sovereignty, inviting readers to rejoice in the Savior’s coming and eternal reign.

In Bethlehem’s humble manger low,
Beneath a star that burned with heaven’s glow,
The King of Kings in swaddling lay,
The Lord of Lords, the Light of Day.

No crown of gold upon His brow,
Yet angels sang and shepherds bowed;
The Eternal Word in flesh appeared,
To conquer sin and dry each tear.

O Jesus Christ, Thou Prince of Peace,
Thy love shall never fade nor cease;
From David’s throne Thou reign’st supreme,
Redeemer of the world’s lost dream.

The wise men brought their gifts of praise,
Foreseeing glory through endless days;
Myrrh, frankincense, and gold they bore
To worship Him whom heavens adore.

Thou art the Alpha and Omega, Lord,
The Living Bread, the Saving Word;
By virgin born, yet God divine,
Thy blood has made the sinner Thine.

All glory, laud, and honor be
To Christ the King eternally;
Hosanna in the highest strain—
Come, reign in us, and reign again!

This Christmas night we lift our song
To Thee, O Lamb, where saints belong;
Forever crowned with majesty,
Our King of Kings, our Lord of Lords—bless Thee!

Hidden Crowns And Treasures In Holy Scripture by Debbie Harris

13 Saturday Dec 2025

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The poem is a single, powerful line proclaiming the glorious truth that believers, royally redeemed by Christ, have priceless eternal treasures—wisdom, forgiveness, crowns of glory—waiting to be discovered in the pure and flawless Word of our Triune God (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit).

It’s an invitation to seek and find heavenly riches hidden in Scripture. 👑📖✝️

1 Peter 2:9 (ESV)
But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.

Ephesians 1:7 (ESV)
In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace.

Matthew 13:44 (ESV)
“The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and covered up. Then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.”

Psalm 12:6 (ESV)
The words of the LORD are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times.

Proverbs 30:5 (ESV)
Every word of God proves true; he is a shield to those who take refuge in him.

Matthew 28:19 (ESV)
Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

Royally redeemed

treasures await

you in the flawless

Word of Our Triune God!

O Boundless Mercy, Matchless Worth: A Hymn of Redemption’s Embrace by Debbie Harris

09 Tuesday Dec 2025

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The poem traces the breathtaking journey of a soul under the gaze of a holy God.It begins with unflinching honesty: Jesus Christ sees everything, every hidden sin, every hypocritical prayer, every tear we refused to cry, and the spiritual death we carried while pretending to live.Yet the moment a person truly repents (when pride finally breaks, when the heart turns back with nothing to offer but its own ruin), everything changes. Mercy pours like an ocean without shores, grace covers completely, and divine love stoops from heaven to embrace the unworthy. The Judge Himself becomes the sacrifice, paying the price on Calvary.No earthly treasure or human achievement can compare to this gift: to be completely known in all our shame, yet completely loved, forgiven, cleansed, and (astonishingly) crowned with heavenly honor.In short, the poem celebrates the heart of the gospel: God’s boundless mercy and matchless grace transform the most broken sinner into a beloved, glorified child welcomed home forever.

Our Savior sees the hidden stain,
The secret sin, the silent shame;
Each thought that shuns the light of day,
Each wandering step that went astray.

He knows the heart that feigned to pray,
The lips that lied, the hands that strayed;
He marks the tears we never shed,
The living death where hope has fled.

Yet when the broken spirit turns,
When pride dissolves and sorrow burns,
When empty hands at last confess
Their ruin and unrighteousness—

Then mercy, like a boundless sea,
Flows from the throne of Calvary;
Then grace, unmeasured and unstinted,
Covers the soul once foul and tainted.

Love bends the heavens, comes down low,
To kiss the brow once bent with woe;
The Judge becomes the Ransom price,
And God Himself is sacrifice.

No gift beneath the stars above,
No treasure born of human love,
Can match this wonder, pure and free—
Redeeming grace on Calvary’s tree.

O boundless mercy, matchless worth!
The greatest gift on sinful earth:
To be fully known, yet fully loved,
Forgiven, cleansed, and crowned in heaven above.

Maranatha by Debbie Harris

09 Tuesday Dec 2025

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The night is wide, yet one star holds its place,
a silver promise nailed against the sky;
the dark is deep, but dawn has touched its face
and left a quiet light for every eye.
The cold is fierce, yet somewhere spring lies curled
within the secret heart of the frost;
a single word still trembles through the world
and will not let one living thing be lost.

Maranatha.
Come, Dayspring, rise with healing in Thy wings,
come, Root of Jesse, bloom where winters cease;
come, Key of David, open hidden things
and set Thy captives into sudden peace.
Come, quiet Breath upon the waters blown,
and make the chaos hear Thee and be still;
come, set the longing heart upon Thy throne
and be the rest that only love can fill.

Maranatha.
The table waits with cup and living bread,
the lamps are trimmed, the bridal door ajar;
each heartbeat is a footstep in Thy tread,
each sigh a guiding signal to Thy star.
Come, take the cup and break the bread anew,
come, speak the mercy-name we barely dare;
come, turn the water into morning dew
and make the wounded world divinely fair.

Maranatha.
We have no crown but expectation’s fire,
no gift but waiting hands held open wide;
yet every breath repeats the heart’s desire
that soon the Bridegroom claim His waiting Bride.
Come, Morning Star, outshine our brightest sun,
come, Rose of Sharon, flood the desert plain;
come, fairest Lord, until our night is done
and beauty walks the streets of earth again.

Maranatha.
Come quickly, Lord, yet come as Thou know’st best;
come, Jesus, come, and make the whole world sing.
Come, lay Thy hand upon the trembling dust
and turn our winter into endless spring.
Come, Lord Jesus. Come, and we shall see Thy face, Thy glory, Thy eternity. Maranatha. Amen. Even so, come.

Take Heed, Whom You Hear: A Warning and a Call to Be Nobler Than the Bereans by Debbie Harris

06 Saturday Dec 2025

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Summary of the Poem

“Take Heed, Whom You Hear: A Warning and a Call to Be Nobler Than the Bereans”

The poem is a stark warning against false teachers who serve Satan with refined skill. These “ministers” appear polished, eloquent, and attractive, presenting deadly error disguised as truth: poison poured slowly into a beautiful golden cup that tastes, at first, like living water.

It urges extreme caution (“Take heed, take heed”) about whose voice we allow into our hearts, because many speak of Christ and quote Scripture while neither knowing Him nor fearing God. Their message flatters and comforts, but it never convicts or transforms.

In contrast, the poem lifts up the Bereans of Acts 17 as the enduring model: ordinary believers who refused to accept even apostolic preaching at face value. Night after night they searched the Scriptures to verify every claim, turning over every glittering cup to see what was really inside.

The closing call is both a prayer and a resolve:
May we be even more noble than they were; children of the second look; jealous guardians of truth who spill out every honeyed lies and drink only from the pure, plain water of God’s Word, until the day we see Christ face to face.

In essence, the poem is a passionate plea for relentless biblical discernment in an age of sophisticated deception.

The devil keeps his ministers,
polished, soft-spoken, and wise;
they come with velvet syllables,
a smile that never hurts the eyes.
They pour the ancient poison slow
into a cup of beaten gold;
one sip tastes just like living water,
the next leaves the soul stone-cold.

Take heed, take heed, O traveler,
whose heart is hungry heart you feed;
not every voice that speaks of heaven
is climbing there on bended knee.
Some preach a Christ they never met,
and quote the Book they never feared;
their gospel shines like burnished brass
that leaves the ear caressed, not seared.

But there were souls in Berea once
who would not swallow gleaming lies;
they took the word back to the Word
and held it trembling to the skies.
Night after night they searched the page,
noble, stubborn, unafraid,
till every glittering cup was turned
and every lying promise weighed.

So let us be Bereans still,
children of the second look,
refusing honeyed draughts of death
for the plain water of the Book.
Though Satan send his choicest cup
rimmed round with light and rimmed with song,
we’ll spill it out upon the ground
and drink where living waters run.

Lord, make us wary, make us bold,
make us jealous for the truth;
give us hearts that tremble at Thy Word
and hands that will not clasp the smooth.
For every age has its golden cups;
only the Scripture never lies;
so we will search, and search again
until we see Thee with open eyes.

From Heaven’s Throne to Bethlehem’s Manger: A Christmas Hymn for All Ages by Debbie Harris

06 Saturday Dec 2025

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Verse 1
The eternal Light has come to men,
Born in the midnight deep;
The Word made flesh in Bethlehem
Fulfills what prophets keep.
A stable holds the King of kings,
The heavens bow before Him;
All glory be to Christ who brings
Redemption’s open door hymn.