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What Avails Earthly Fame When Heaven Knows Not Thy Name? by Debbie Harris

12 Thursday Feb 2026

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The poem questions the true value of earthly fame and worldly recognition. It argues that achieving renown—through applause, laurels, trumpets, and titles—is ultimately meaningless and transient if one’s name remains unknown in heaven. Key ideas developed across the sonnet:

  • Quatrain 1: Fame may echo loudly on earth, but heaven’s records stay silent, ignoring even the most celebrated individuals.
  • Quatrain 2: Earthly honors (like the laurel crown) quickly fade, and while people may praise you, angels overlook you entirely.
  • Quatrain 3: Human reputation is fragile and illusory—like an inflated bubble or a painted shadow—destroyed in an instant by divine will, reducing all proud titles to nothing.
  • Couplet (resolution): The poet advises rejecting glory based on dust and time; instead, pursue a name written in heaven through divine love and true virtue.

In essence, the sonnet is a meditation on vanity and spiritual priority: mortal fame is hollow without eternal acknowledgment from God/heaven. It echoes biblical themes (e.g., Ecclesiastes’ “vanity of vanities”) while using classic Shakespearean imagery of transience, bubbles, shadows, and withering crowns to drive home the contrast between fleeting human praise and lasting heavenly recognition.

Mark 8:36 (KJV): For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

Shall fame upon this fleeting earth aspire,
With trumpets loud and golden echoes blown,
When heaven’s scrolls lie silent to the lyre,
And know thee not, though all the world hath known?

What avails it then, to wear the laurel crown,
That withers ere the morrow’s sun be high?
The multitude may cast their praises down,
Yet angels pass thee with unseeing eye.

For mortal breath inflates the bubble name,
A painted shadow dancing on the wall;
One breath of God, and all returns to flame—
The proudest titles into nothing fall.

Then seek no glory writ in dust and time;
Let heaven learn thy name in love sublime.

True Silver And Gold by Debbie Harris

29 Thursday Jan 2026

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Psalm 12:6
The words of the LORD are flawless,
like silver purified in a crucible,
like gold refined seven times.

Psalm 19:10
They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
than honey from the honeycomb.

Psalm 119:72
The law from your mouth is more precious to me
than thousands of pieces of silver and gold.

These capture the purity (Psalm 12), the surpassing value and delight (Psalm 19), and the personal declaration of priority (Psalm 119).

Here’s your poem presented with verses leading in:

Psalm 12:6
The words of the LORD are flawless,
like silver purified in a crucible,
like gold refined seven times.

Psalm 19:10
They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold…

Psalm 119:72
The law from your mouth is more precious to me
than thousands of pieces of silver and gold.

Your word oh lord
is the true silver and
gold of this world.

The Tragedy of the Woke, and Christ’s Eternal, Triumphant Victory by Debbie Harris

25 Sunday Jan 2026

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1 John 5:4-5 (KJV)
For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith. Who is he that overcometh the world, but he that believeth that Jesus is the Son of God?

In days of shadowed pride, where man exalts his throne,
The “woke” arise in fury, claiming light their own.
They weave a web of words, all mercy without law,
Denying sin’s dark stain, and God’s most holy awe.

No cross to bear, no blood to plead, no Savior’s name they call—
Their gospel hollow echoes through the empty hall.
Soulless masks of virtue cloak the ancient lie,
That man himself is god, and needs no Christ to die.

What needless tragedy! A soul, once made for light,
Trades heaven’s endless joy for everlasting night.
They chase the fleeting wind of fleeting human praise,
And bind their hearts in chains of self-made, godless ways.

The heart grows cold and barren, void of Spirit’s flame,
No hunger for the Bread, no thirsting for His name.
They march in blinded legions toward the gaping maw,
Where hell’s devouring jaws await without a flaw.

Yet lo! The Lion roars from Zion’s holy hill—
King Jesus reigns supreme, His purpose to fulfill!
The grave could not contain Him; death lies broken, slain;
He burst the gates of hell and rose to life again!

O sinner, turn from folly! Behold the wounded hands!
The scars that plead for mercy to rebellious lands.
Repent, believe, be washed in Calvary’s crimson flood—
The Lamb who takes away the curse, the wrath, the blood.

Redeemed, the soul ascends on wings of grace divine,
Through trials, through fire, to glory’s endless shine.
No power of darkness, no lie the world can weave,
Can snatch the sheep from Him who died that they might live.

For Christ is Victor! Every knee shall bow and sing,
The Alpha and Omega, the everlasting King!
While woke illusions crumble into dust and flame,
His ransomed children rise to praise His matchless name.

In Heaven’s courts they stand, arrayed in robes of white,
Where sin and sorrow flee before eternal light.
What needless tragedy the lost in darkness keep—
When Jesus offers life, and bids the weary leap!

All hail the conquering Christ! The battle’s won, the prize is won—
Redeemed forever, free, beneath the Father’s Son.
Let woke delusions perish in their pride and shame—
But Jesus reigns victorious—forever reigns supreme!

O Lord, Grant Steel to the Spine and Fire to the Soul: A Plea for Courage to Root Out Corruption Through National Repentance and the Lordship of Christ by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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The canker deep has wormed its way, O Lord,
Through every vein of rule and rod of sword;
Like ivy black it climbs the marble stair,
And chokes the light of justice everywhere.

In velvet robes the traitors sit and smile,
Their oaths dissolved in gold, their truth beguile;
The quill that signed the law now signs the sale,
While honest men grow faint and turn their tale.

From palace dome to village courthouse door,
The serpent coils where trust once stood before;
The well of honor, once so pure and clear,
Now runs with bribes and whispers of the fear.

We weary, Lord, of honeyed words that lie,
Of painted smiles beneath a painted sky;
Of righteous men who learned the coward’s art
And traded spine for safety of the heart.

Yet deeper still the sickness lies concealed:
A nation turns from Christ, its soul unrevealed.
Corruption thrives where altars stand forsaken,
Where hearts refuse the cross that sin has taken.

So call us all, O Lord, to bow and see
Our only hope: repent, and turn to Thee!
Let every soul receive the Savior’s grace,
And crown Him King in every heart and place.

For only when we honor Christ as Lord,
As nation, people, city, home, and board,
Will darkness flee, the hidden rot exposed,
And truth arise where once the lie reposed.

Then grant them iron, not the gaudy kind,
But ancient steel that bends not to the wind;
The courage grim that rises in the night
When power’s friends have vanished from the sight.

Let one clear “No” ring out across the hall,
Though titles fall and gilded favors pall;
Let backbone rise, unbowed, unbent, severe,
And drive the darkness trembling from its lair.

Root out the rot, but first root deep within
The remnant few who still recall the sin
Of selling soul for place, for coin, for peace—
And give them strength that never bends, nor flees.

So arm the just with adamant and flame,
That Christ may reign and honor bear His name.
Amen—and swiftly, lest the last light fail
And night eternal claim the common soul.

The God Who Neither Tires Nor Falters: Song of the Everlasting One Whose Unsearchable Understanding Becomes the Inheritance of All Who Wait Upon Him by Debbie Harris

12 Wednesday Nov 2025

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Hast thou not known? Hast thou not heard,
The everlasting God, the Lord,
Creator of earth’s farthest ends,
Fainteth not, neither grows weary?
His understanding—no man can search.

He giveth power to the faint;
To them that have no might He increaseth strength.
Even youths shall faint and be weary,
Young men stumble, fall—
But they that wait upon the Lord
Shall renew their strength;
Mount up with wings as eagles,
Run and not be weary,
Walk and never faint.

O boundless God, I stand in awe—
Thy oceans of might overflow my soul!
My heart, a trembling leaf, is lifted high
On eagle-wings of grace Thou dost bestow.
I thank Thee, Lord, with every breath I draw;
Thy greatness crashes like a tidal wave,
And in its roar I lose myself,
Found only in Thy love that saves.

Reclaiming Halloween For Our Lord And Savior Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

31 Friday Oct 2025

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The poem reclaims Halloween from pagan and fearful origins, dedicating the night to Jesus Christ. It transforms traditional elements—jack-o’-lanterns, costumes, candy, and bonfires—into symbols of Christian faith, evangelism, and victory over darkness. Through light, prayer, scripture, and joyful witness, the Church declares Christ’s lordship, turning a once-shadowed eve into a celebration of resurrection and redemption.

The night once cloaked in shadows deep,
Where specters roamed and witches creeped,
We lift our lamps—His truth, His light—
And chase the dark with holy might.

No longer bound to fear’s old chain,
Nor pagan rites that mock the slain;
We claim this eve for Christ alone,
The King who sits upon the throne.

Pumpkins glow with carved-out praise,
Not grimacing skulls, but joyful rays—
A cross, a fish, a crown of thorn,
Proclaiming He who rose that morn.

Costumes trade the ghoul for grace:
A shepherd’s staff, a saintly face,
Disciples bold in robes of white,
Reflecting Heaven’s glorious light.

Candy shared with words of life,
“Jesus loves you—end the strife.”
Trick-or-treat becomes a call
To feast upon the Lord of all.

Bonfires burn, not spells to cast,
But prayers ascending, sins outcast.
We sing of resurrection’s power,
Defeating death this hallowed hour.

For every ghost that haunts the soul,
Christ’s blood has made the broken whole.
No demon dares to cross His name—
Halloween bows to the Lamb once slain.

So rise, O Church, reclaim the night!
With hymns and hope, with truth and might.
This eve belongs to Jesus now—
All Hallows’ Eve, we take our vow.

“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”
—John 1:5

Mercies Woven Fresh at First Light: A Sensory Psalm of Faith’s Vision by Debbie Harris

29 Wednesday Oct 2025

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Rooted in Lamentations 3:22-23 (KJV), this poem portrays God’s mercies as a daily dawn-renewal experienced through all five senses. In third-person universality, it invites anyone to hear the wind’s whisper, see the golden horizon, smell rain-soaked earth, taste grace-sweetened tea, and feel the sun’s warming touch—each sense revealing invisible compassion made tangible. Faith transforms ordinary morning moments into a “sensory psalm,” a resurrection of hope woven fresh at first light.

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.

Lamentations 3:22-23 (KJV)

In the hush before the world stirs,
one hears it first—a whisper of wind threading through leaves,
silk robes brushing ancient stone,
creation’s heart restarting with a soft thrum,
a rooster’s cry cracking night like warm bread.

Then sight unfurls: the horizon bleeds gold,
mercies rising like loaves from heaven’s oven,
pink and amber ribbons over dew-kissed fields,
shadows fleeing as light claims the throne—
by faith, the invisible becomes visible,
promises painted in sunrise scripture.

Smell awakens next, earth’s incense ascending:
crisp petrichor from last night’s rain,
wild honeysuckle’s sweet breath,
coffee grounds blooming in a kitchen’s warm exhale—
compassion, aromatic and alive,
drifting through open windows like manna’s memory.

Taste follows, a sacrament on the tongue:
the first sip of tea, honeyed and hot,
bitter edge softened by grace’s slow melt,
salt of yesterday’s tears evaporated,
leaving only forgiveness,
new as Eden’s untouched fruit.

Finally, touch—the gentle siege of mercy:
cool grass kissing bare feet,
sun’s first rays warming skin like a father’s hand,
a breeze caressing cheeks, erasing wrinkles of worry—
by faith, unseen arms enfolding,
tender as lamb’s wool, strong as dawn’s resolve.

Can anyone sense it? By faith, see it—
God’s mercies, woven fresh in every sense,
a daily resurrection,
eternal in the fleeting now.

Sonnet on Revelation 21:22-23 by Debbie Harris

27 Monday Oct 2025

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Revelation 21:22-23 (KJV)

In Heaven’s courts, no temple’s walls are raised,
For God, with Christ and Spirit, dwells as one.
Their glory crowns the city, brightly blazed,
A radiant light no shadow dares to shun.
No sun ascends, no moon with silver gleam,
For divine light outshines all earthly flame.
The Lamb’s pure glow through golden streets does stream,
Illuming all with everlasting claim.
No darkness falls where holy splendor reigns,
Each gate of pearl reflects Their sovereign might.
The born-again, redeemed from earthly chains,
Bask in the warmth of uncreated light.
O Majesty, eternal, rich, and grand,
Thy Triune radiance wakes the eternal psalm!

A Cascade of Christ’s Gifts: Love, Forgiveness, and the Eternal Gift of Salvation Freely Given by Debbie Harris

26 Sunday Oct 2025

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My heart burns to proclaim the love, grace, and eternal faithfulness of Christ Jesus. As a performer with a master’s in performance, I crafted this poem to roar like an aria, cascading like a waterfall of faith that can’t be contained. The publishing world may turn away from such unbridled passion, preferring polished whispers to bold shouts, but I won’t dim this fire. This poem is my soul’s cry—a call to all peoples to run to Jesus, who freely gives salvation and will never betray you. Let these King James scriptures set the stage for a truth that demands to be heard.

Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost Romans 15:13, KJV


The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee. Jeremiah 31:3, KJV


In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace. Ephesians 1:7, KJV


And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son.1 John 5:11, KJV


Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13, KJV


I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. Hebrews 13:5, KJV

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God. Ephesians 2:8, KJV

There is hope,
Love, mercy,
Grace, forgiveness,
Eternal life,
Friendship, truth—
Everything one needs
In Christ Jesus our Lord!
Run to Him, all peoples,
Run to Him with haste!
For Jesus loves,
Restores,
Transforms—
One who can never,
Will never,
No, ever betray you!

Holy Proximity to Emmanuel’s Glory: A Poetic Reflection on the Redeemed Saint’s Journey Drawing Nigh to the Heart of God by Debbie Harris

25 Saturday Oct 2025

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The poem, inspired by James 4:8a (KJV) – “Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you,” is a reverent and awe-filled celebration of the intimate relationship between a redeemed saint and Emmanuel, God with us. It portrays the majestic God of the universe stooping to meet the humble, seeking heart of a believer. The poem emphasizes the divine promise that as one draws near to God, He reciprocates with His presence, enveloping the saint in grace and love. Through vivid imagery of heaven’s light, seraphs’ songs, and the vastness of creation, it underscores the wonder of God’s nearness to a royally redeemed soul, affirming the transformative power of faith and the sacred proximity to the divine.

Based on James 4:8a (KJV) – “Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.”

In the hush of heaven’s holy light,
Emmanuel, the God of endless might,
Stoops from realms where seraphs sing,
To meet the heart that seeks its King.

Oh, royally redeemed, a saint made whole,
By grace divine, He claims my soul.
The God of stars, of seas, of skies,
Draws near to hear my humble cries.

“Draw nigh to God,” the Spirit calls,
Through sacred pages, mercy falls.
A step toward Him, with trembling awe,
And He descends, no veil, no flaw.

The universe’s Sovereign, vast and grand,
Holds this frail heart within His hand.
Emmanuel, God with us, so near,
His presence calms all doubt, all fear.

Oh, wondrous truth, my soul takes flight,
The King of glory bends to my plight.
I draw to Him, my Savior true,
And find His heart draws nearer too.

As saints redeemed, with royal claim,
We walk in grace, we praise His name.
For James declares, in love’s decree,
Draw near to God—He runs to thee.