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The Holy Spirit’s Faithful Guard: What He Has Never Done and Never Will by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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O Holy Spirit, faithful Guide and Dove,
You never lead the soul where Scripture forbids.
Your gentle touch anoints with truth and love,
And never plants rebellion in our hearts or minds.

You will not call a woman to the role
Of shepherd, ruling over men in church;
Creation’s order stands — from Eden’s dawn —
Christ is the Head, and men reflect His worth.

You never lead a single soul to sin,
To break the vows of marriage or betray;
Your voice brings holiness and self-control,
Convicting us to walk the narrow way.

You do not need our money to release
A single blessing from the Father’s hand;
Grace flows unearned, through faith and not through fees —
No coin can buy what only God commands.

You give no guarantee of health or wealth
To every believer who calls on His name;
Some saints will suffer, carry thorns, or pain,
Yet find their strength and treasure still the same.

You do not force the tongue to speak in noise,
In unknown sounds that only one can know;
True gifts build up the church with ordered voice,
Or lift the heart in quiet prayer alone.

You never speak a word against the Book,
Never twist the Scriptures or contradict;
The Bible is Your lantern, truth Your light —
You guide us ever by what God has writ.

Great Spirit, guard Your church from every lie,
From teachings smooth that tickle itching ears;
Keep humble hearts in holy fear and awe,
And test each spirit till the truth appears.

For You are seal and guarantee and Guide,
Always pointing us to Jesus Christ the Lord —
In Him the Father’s perfect will abides,
Unchanging, pure, according to Your Word.

Blessed Is The Nation Whose God Is The Lord (rhymed version) by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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An Original Rhymed Epic Poem
(ABAB rhyme scheme, iambic tetrameter)

In realms where earthly kingdoms fall
And fleeting empires turn to dust,
The Sovereign One reigns over all—
Jesus Christ, the faithful, just.

King of kings and Lord of lords,
Whose name is written high above,
He calms the sea with sovereign words
And reigns in everlasting love.

Whose people fix their gaze upon the Son,
Jesus Christ, by heaven adored,
The Chosen One, the Holy One.
In such a land true justice flows,

Like rivers deep and crystal clear;
Mercy touches suffering’s woes,
And truth dispels all doubt and fear.

From dawn of time when stars sang praise
At the Sovereign One’s command,
Jesus Christ in humble ways
Walked dusty roads across the land.

He touched the leper, gave sight to blind,
Called Lazarus forth from death’s cold tomb;
Upon the cross, with love refined,
He bore the nails, endured the gloom.

Blood and water freely flowed
As darkness veiled the noonday sun;
Yet death itself could not hold
The Prince of Life—the victory won.

The stone was rolled, the tomb stood bare,
Nail-scarred hands now intercede;
The Sovereign One ascended there,
Seated where all angels plead.

Its foundations rest upon the Stone,
The Cornerstone once cast aside;
Its leaders seek the throne of grace alone,
Its families walk in love outpoured and wide.

Its youth stand tall like cedars strong,
Its elders rest beneath almighty wings;
Its streets resound with grateful song
Of freedom born where mercy sings.

The Sovereign One extends scarred hands
And gently calls the weary soul:
“Come unto Me, in My command
Find rest that makes the broken whole.”

In answer, chains of sin release,
Freedom blooms in holy light;
The stranger finds a place of peace,
The hungry eat, the naked clothed aright.

When final trumpet shakes the sky
And clouds reveal the King of kings,
With eyes like flame and robe dipped high,
The Sovereign One His glory brings.

The holy city then descends,
Where no more tears or darkness fall;
The river of life forever bends,
And Christ, the Sovereign One, is all.

Let every heart across the land
Give heed to this eternal call:
True greatness lies not in fame or gold,
But humble trust in Christ alone,

That every tribe and tongue may hold
Communion with the Sovereign One.
Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.

No Neutrality in Eternity’s Balance: For Our Lord Jesus Christ or Against Him – Repentance or Wrath, Heaven or Hell by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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No neutral shore, no middle ground endures;
No fence where trembling souls may safely hide.
Heaven’s keen sword has drawn its searing line—
With Christ, or swallowed in the outer tide.

He spoke it plain, a blade that cleaves the bone:
“Who stands not for Me stands against My name.”
No half-surrendered heart can hedge its own
Small claim; eternity permits no middle flame.

Born once of flesh, we wake already stained,
Heirs to the wrath the ancient serpent spun—
A venom coil that shadows every vein.
Yet grace invades when sin is fully named;
Repentance turns the key, and mercy’s won.

His blood, poured molten on the cursed tree,
Scours the guilty who in ashes bow.
The Spirit breathes—scales fall from eyes that see
A second birth that quickens dust, and now.

Choose now, O soul—tomorrow is not sworn;
This fragile thread of breath may be your last.
The narrow path to life, the broad to scorn—
Your endless harbor hangs upon one cry: “Lord, save me.”

He waits, arms open wide, not willing one
Should perish where the undying fire lies.
Mercy still calls today. His will is done
When sinners turn. For Him… or lost forever. Rise. Decide.

A Victorious Hymn: Be Not Ashamed – Live Boldly, Share the Glorious Gospel That Defeats Satan and Saves Souls by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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Romans 1:16
For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes, to the Jew first and also to the Greek.

O believer, rise! Let silence flee away,
The chains of fear dissolve in holy fire!
The One who bled upon the cursed tree
Now lives in thee with resurrection power.

He died for thee—thy ransom fully paid,
He loves thee deep, with everlasting love;
He delights o’er thee with singing, joy arrayed—
The Mighty One who saves, as prophets prove.

Like Zephaniah’s song of tender grace,
He quiets thee with love and sings aloud;
The Father’s heart exults in warm embrace,
Rejoicing o’er His child with joyful cloud.

Each time the glorious Gospel thou dost share,
The hosts of hell in terror shriek and flee;
Satan’s dark throne trembles in despair,
His demons routed by truth’s victory!

Be bold, O saint! Live out the Gospel bright,
In joyous triumph, fearless, unafraid;
Walk in the light of Christ’s eternal might,
And let His Word through every deed be displayed.

Proclaim the gift of salvation, free and true,
By grace through faith, not works that man has wrought;
For faith arises when the Word breaks through—
By hearing, hearing comes the truth Christ taught.

“I am not ashamed!”—let this thy motto ring,
Through crowded streets and quiet corners too;
The power of God for salvation it doth bring
To Jew and Gentile, old and young anew.

With holy boldness speak with authority:
“The Bible says!”—thus declare the sacred line;
Not soft tolerance that blinds the eye to see,
But truth that reproves all evil, stern and fine.

Call sin by name, and warn of hell’s dark gate,
Lest souls in slumber drift to endless night;
Yet offer hope—Christ saves from sin and wrath,
Turning the lost to everlasting light.

Boldly carry thy Bible—His living voice,
His sacred instructions, lamp unto thy feet;
In it He speaks, and bids thy heart rejoice,
Guiding thy steps till heaven’s joy complete.

O Church, awake! Proclaim the Savior’s name,
Transforming lives with news of grace divine;
In every tongue, in every land the same,
The Gospel triumphs—Satan’s kingdom declines!

Live victoriously, with banners high unfurled,
For Christ hath conquered, and in Him we stand;
Share boldly, love deeply, shine as lights in the world—
The darkness flees before the risen Lamb! Hallelujah!

The victory is won,
Through thee, dear believer, God’s kingdom comes.
Press on with joy till every battle’s done—
The King has come to offer salvation to all!

This is the glorious, transformative, victorious, triumphant good news:
Jesus saves!

Complete In Jesus Christ, Our Lord by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Apr 2026

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Colossians 2:9–10 (KJV)
For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily.
And ye are complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power.

In Christ the fullness of the Godhead dwells,
The whole of deity in flesh enshrined.
No part withheld, no glory left to sell—

In Jesus lives the fullness, unconfined.
And you have been filled—yes, filled in Him alone,
Not someday soon, nor earned by sweat or prayer.
The work is finished; grace has claimed its throne.

You lack no good; His fullness meets you there.

The anxious heart that whispers, “I am less,”
The striving soul that toils to earn His face,
The burdened one weighed down by shame’s distress—

All find their verdict changed in this one place.
You are not becoming. You have become.
Not climbing up—you’re seated now on high.
The Father’s voice has spoken: “It is done.”

In Christ you live, and never more shall die.

No pressure weighs to prove what Christ has sealed,
No fear of falling from what blood secured.
The fullness dwells in Him—and you are healed,
Complete, made whole, eternally assured.

Let every lie of lack now melt away,
Let shame and fear surrender to the King.
You stand complete where mercy holds its sway—

In Him, and He in you, forever sing.

So rest, dear soul, let every effort cease;
The battle’s won, the victory is won.
You are not striving for His perfect peace—

You are filled in Christ. And it is done.

The Counter-Cultural Pilgrim: A Declaration of Unyielding Commitment to the Word of God Alone, Where One Soul Bows to Nothing — Only Scripture’s Throne by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Apr 2026

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The Counter-Cultural Pilgrim: A Declaration of Unyielding Commitment to the Word of God Alone, Where One Soul Bows to Nothing — Only Scripture’s Throne

In ages marked by every shifting breeze,
Where voices loud proclaim what feels most right,
One soul rejects the crowd and bends no knee—
They stand upon the ancient Word of light. 

No fleeting trend shall sway their heart or hand,
No cultural wave shall sweep their soul aside;
They plant their feet upon the Rock, unyielding stand,
Where truth eternal shall forever bide. 

They chase the golden calf of modern thought,
And bow before the idols shaped by pride;
Yet this one clings to what the Scriptures taught,
Though all the world may mock and turn aside. 

Let fashions fade and empires rise and fall,
Let doctrines soft replace the sword and fire;
Their life shall answer only Heaven’s call—
Sola Scriptura is their one desire. 

When culture cries “Conform!” with urgent plea,
And pressures mount to compromise the way,
They lift their eyes to Christ who set them free,
And walk the counter-cultural path each day. 

No compromise, no middle ground they’ll take,
No watered truth to soothe the itching ear;
For in the Book alone their rest they make,
And find the strength to persevere. 

O Lord, keep pure this heart that seeks Your face,
Refine their steps by every line You wrote;
Make them a light in this rebellious place—
A soul that bows to nothing — only Scripture’s throne.

An Exhortation to the Wayward Church: Repent and Turn to Christ the Living Word, That Streams of Living Water May Cause the Desert to Bloom and the House of God to Stand by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Apr 2026

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In halls once hallowed by the sacred page,
Where prophets’ fire and apostles’ zeal held sway,
Now echoes ring with fashions of the age,
And timid tongues let ancient truths decay. 

The Word of God, a lamp to guide the feet,
A sword to pierce the heart of sin and pride,
Lies dusty on the shelf, its edge grown sweet
With honeyed words that soothe where wounds abide. 

They chase the wind of justice newly wrought,
Of feelings high and doctrines bent to please;
Yet spurn the Rock on which the Church was bought,
And trade the eternal for the passing breeze. 

O shepherds blind, who lead the flock astray,
Repent! Turn back to Christ the living Word.
For when the ancient Truth is cast away,
The house of God becomes a hollow cry. 

Awake, ye saints! Repent and turn to Christ the Word—
That makes the desert bloom with living streams.

Jesus Christ: Our True Wealth, Victory, and Eternal Hope by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Apr 2026

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Jesus Christ is our wealth,
Our success, our victory, our hope.
Not golden streets or treasures untold,
But in Him our every need is met.
He clothes the lilies, feeds the sparrows,
Holds the stars and stills the sea.
So why should we chase empty shadows
When the Giver of life lives in you and me?
Riches may come, or riches may flee,
Yet in Christ we lack for nothing.
His grace is enough, His strength is our song,
In every storm, in every testing.
He is the Bread that satisfies,
The Living Water, pure and free.
All that the world could never buy
Is ours in Him—eternally.
Jesus Christ is our wealth,
Our success, our victory, our hope.
This truth the faithful heart receives:
In Him we triumph—forever victorious!

The Demonic Snake of Progressivism by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Apr 2026

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In silken coils the serpent lies,
Its scales aglow with stolen light.
It whispers lies to open eyes:
“Old chains are wrong—forget the Christ.”
It sheds its skin with every age,
Discards the Cross like worthless dust.
It feeds on pride, on guilt, on rage,
And calls its poison “righteous trust.”
It twists through laws and schools and screens,
Rewriting truth with clever guile.
It mocks the King who died for sins
And builds its throne on human denial.
Yet every vow of perfect peace
Brings sharper fangs and tighter chains.
It speaks of love but will not cease
To crush the souls the Savior claims.
It promises a future bright,
While choking roots that lead to grace.
It slithers on through endless night,
Defying Him who took our place.
The Lamb who conquered death and grave
Exposes every twisted lie.
His blood alone has power to save—
The serpent’s venom cannot vie.
Beware the snake that never sleeps,
That beauty hides its ancient spite.
It offers heaven, yet it reaps
The ruin of the souls Christ bought with life.
Its name is sweet, its venom cold—
Progressivism, crowned in gold.
But those who cling to Christ, the bold,
See only darkness losing hold.
For Jesus reigns, the Serpent’s head
Was crushed beneath His righteous feet.
In Him alone is freedom spread—
The final victory is complete.

Great Is Thy Faithfulness: The Triumphant Hymn of New Mercies Revealed in Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Apr 2026

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Lamentations 3:22-23 (KJV)
It is of the LORD’S mercies that we are not consumed,
because his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning:
great is thy faithfulness

In the shadowed vale where ruin’s ashes lie,
Where Jerusalem weeps beneath a starless sky,
And exile’s bitter gall floods the weary breast,
Yet rises there a hymn from the prophet’s chest:
“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,”
Though tempests rage and empires lie entombed;
His compassions, like eternal rivers, flow,
Unfailing as the tides that come and go.
They are new every morning—fresh as dew
That pearls upon the lily white as snow,
Or dawn’s first blush that gilds the eastern height,
Banishing the specters of the night.
Great is Thy faithfulness, O God most high!
A steadfast anchor when all hopes run dry;
Thy mercies, like the manna white and pure,
Descend anew, our faltering faith to cure.
In ancient cadence, like the psalms of old,
Where David sang of mercies manifold,
Or prophets traced redemption’s grand design,
This truth outshines every faith’s most sacred rite:
Thy love, a golden thread through sorrow’s loom,
Weaves hope eternal from the grave’s dark gloom.
When nights of lament stretch long and deep,
Thy morning mercies bid the soul to leap—
Victorious, triumphant, rising ever higher,
Igniting hearts with resurrection fire!
O faithful One, whose compassions never cease,
Renew us daily in Thy perfect peace;
That in every season, we may boldly proclaim:
Great is Thy faithfulness—forever the same,
In Jesus Christ, the living source of mercy true,
Whose ceaseless grace and faithfulness make all things new!