In Christ, a spirit wakes anew,
A mind transformed by grace divine,
Old chains dissolve, life blooms afresh,
His love, the root; my soul, the vine.
Celebration Of Being A New Creation by Debbie Harris
23 Sunday Feb 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
Tag Archives: Christ Centered Devotionals
Symphony Of Wings And Praise by Debbie Harris
23 Sunday Feb 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
The dawn awakes with feathered voices sweet,
A symphony of joy ascends the skies,
The sparrow trills where golden sunrays meet,
Her chirps a hymn of praise that never dies.
The robin swells with notes so warm and clear,
A flute-like call to greet the newborn day,
While bluebirds weave their melodies sincere,
In lilting chords, their gratitude convey.
The wren, so small, belts out a mighty tune,
The cardinal’s whistle paints the air with fire,
A lark ascends beneath the waning moon,
Each voice a thread in nature’s holy choir.
Together, finch and thrush and dove unite,
To sing their hearts to Him in pure delight.
When Man Forsakes the Light Of Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris
23 Sunday Feb 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
When man turns blind to heaven’s sacred light,
And casts aside the grace that once was giv’n,
The heart grows cold, entombed in endless night,
A soul adrift, unmoored from peace with heav’n.
The Son, who bore the cross with love divine,
Is spurned by pride, by greed, by fleeting gain,
Yet still His mercy flows, a boundless sign,
Though mortals mock and tread upon His pain.
The world decays where faith has ceased to bloom,
Its roots uptorn by hands that once were blessed,
And shadows deepen in the spirit’s gloom,
A hollow echo of what man professed.
Yet should he seek, the Father’s arms abide,
For love outlasts the folly of man’s pride.
In the Beginning God Created the Heaven and the Earth, Christ Created Creation’s Days with Light and Life and Worth by Debbie Harris
23 Sunday Feb 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
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In timeless void, the Voice of Heaven spoke,
And light from darkness tore the primal shroud,
A boundless gleam, creation’s first proud stroke,
The dawn of all, in glory unavowed.
The second day, the firmament arose,
A vaulted splendor, skies of azure hue,
The waters parted, as the deep repose,
A canopy of might came into view.
Day three, the seas receded at His call,
The earth unveiled her verdant, teeming frame,
While mountains soared, and forests crowned it all,
A world alive, to bear His holy name.
The fourth, with sun and moon in dance arrayed,
The stars like sentinels the night obeyed.
Day five, the waters sang with fin and wing,
The skies with flocks of every feather filled,
A symphony of life began to sing,
The pulse of being, wild and unfulfilled.
The sixth, from dust arose the beast and man,
A sovereign breath, the crown of His design,
To rule, to love, within His mighty plan,
A soul immortal, touched by the divine.
Then seventh came, the sabbath of His rest,
A hallowed pause, the cosmos stood complete,
In silence reigned the Maker manifest,
His triumph sung where earth and heaven meet.
The Lovely Light That Glows in Faith’s Enduring Frame by Debbie Harris
23 Sunday Feb 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
When beauty blooms in art’s transcendent frame,
In lines of stone or threads of silken hue,
A society that bears the Savior’s name
Reflects His grace in all it seeks to do.
The arch that soars to kiss the heavens high,
The poet’s verse that stirs the soul to sing,
The melody where mortal voices cry—
These gifts of glory to our Christ we bring.
For beauty, pure, is more than eye’s delight,
A mirror of the Maker’s boundless heart,
A sign of souls aligned with holy light,
Where faith and craft refuse to dwell apart.
Through marble halls and music’s sacred sound,
We honor Him where beauty’s depths are found,
In woven cloth or words of tender care,
His truth shines forth, exquisite, rich, and rare.
So let us build with hands that seek His will,
Create with hearts that heaven’s breath instills,
That every work, from spire to whispered phrase,
Exalts His name through all our sacred days.
Heirs of the Divine, a Royal Line by Debbie Harris
23 Sunday Feb 2025
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Biblical Truth, Christ Centered Devotionals, Christian Poetry, christianity, faith, Inspirational, Royally Redeemed
The privilege of grace, a crown unseen,
Bestowed upon the heart by love divine,
A royal birthright flows where faith has been,
To claim a place within the grand design.
No earthly throne could rival heaven’s call,
No gold outshine the promise of His reign,
A child of dust, yet heir to realms enthrall,
Through mercy’s gift, eternal joys remain.
The King of Kings extends His tender hand,
To lift the soul from shadows into light,
A lineage vast, beyond the mortal strand,
Unites the faithful in His boundless sight.
No greater honor shall the ages sing,
Than son or daughter to the eternal King.
From Scarlet Sins to Heaven’s Chandelier by Debbie Harris
23 Sunday Feb 2025
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Christ Centered Devotionals, Christian Poetry, christianity, Inspirational, jesus, Royally Redeemed
Through gloom’s fierce grip, sins sear a scarlet flood,
A molten chain on hearts in torment bound,
Each scar a cry where shadows spill their blood,
A storm unleashed on souls in anguish drowned.
“Though sins be as scarlet,” Christ declares,
A snow-king’s might flows from His riven side,
Flakes gleam to purge those stains with Heaven’s chandelier,
“They are as white as snow,” His voice decides.
The ravaged earth bows to His holy stride,
Where guilt once burned, now drifts in triumph rise,
A victor’s veil, by pierced hands glorified,
Entombs all shame beneath His pure disguise.
His word, a throne, bids scarlet stains retreat,
Sins fade to snow through Christ’s redeeming feat.
Woman At The Well: The Gift Of Water Everlasting by Debbie Harris
23 Sunday Feb 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
By ancient well beneath the noonday glare,
A woman bent to draw her daily share,
Her jar a burden, heart a shadowed vale,
Where whispered sins hung heavy in the air.
A stranger sat, his gaze both kind and deep,
And spoke of water living souls might keep—
No well could hold it, nor could stone confine,
A spring to cleanse where weary spirits sleep.
She marveled at his words, her past laid bare,
Yet found no judgment in his steady stare,
But grace that flowed beyond her tribe’s divide.
Through dust and doubt, truth blossomed then and there,
A stream eternal broke the heart inside,
And left her voice to echo far and wide.
A Living Hymn Of Praise: Blank Verse by Debbie Harris
23 Sunday Feb 2025
No finer hymn of praise exists on earth
Than that which rises from a soul redeemed.
Through shadows thick with grief, it finds its voice,
A quiet strength that echoes far beyond
The chains it broke, the weight it cast aside.
Each breath becomes a testament to grace,
A song not carved in stone but lived aloud,
Where once was silence, now a pulse of light.
The world may clamor with its hollow tunes,
But none can match the stillness of this joy,
A melody that flows from wounds made whole.
A Living Hymn Of Praise: Sonnet by Debbie Harris
23 Sunday Feb 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
No finer hymn of praise can earth bestow
Than souls redeemed from shadows deep and dire,
Their voices lift where once they sank so low,
A living song to set the heart afire.
Through trials fierce, their spirits found release,
A grace unearned that broke the chains apart,
From silence born, their anthems never cease,
Each note a pulse of joy within the heart.
The world may sing with fleeting, shallow cheer,
But none can match this music’s holy strain,
A testament to mercy drawing near,
A melody forged strong through loss and pain.
So let the heavens hear their glad refrain,
For redeemed souls outshine the stars’ domain.
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