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A Vision of a World Transformed by the Pure Intent to Bless Others Without Exalting Sin by Debbie Harris

07 Monday Apr 2025

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The poem envisions a world where people uplift the weak and mend brokenness, turning from selfishness to kindness. It portrays a place of grace, free from greed and envy, where strength and harmony prevail, and suffering gives way to renewal. Light reveals truth, and voices join in a shared dream of healing and growth. This world rises in splendor, defined by blessings offered without honoring sin.

Beneath bright skies, hands reach to lift the weak,
Not praising faults, but mending what is torn,
Hearts turn from self, with kindness all to seek,
A dawn of grace where bitter strife is shorn.

Fields bloom with care, not greed’s unyielding grasp,
Towns echo laughter, free from envy’s sting,
Each soul lends strength, no curse in word or clasp,
Pure waters flow where once was suffering.

No shadow falls to cloak a hidden wrong,
Light bathes the earth in truth’s unyielding gleam,
Voices unite in harmony, not long,
To heal, to build, to chase a higher dream.

So might this world in splendor rise anew,
Where sin is not celebrated or held dear.

The Rot Within: Secular Institutions Turned Indoctrination Dens, Preaching Satan’s Violence Against Faith, Freedom, and Abraham’s Heirs by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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The sonnet, titled “The Rot Within: Secular Institutions Turned Indoctrination Dens, Preaching Satan’s Violence Against Faith, Freedom, and Abraham’s Heirs,” depicts American universities as once-noble centers of faith, founded upon the Bible and the holy ways of our Savior, Jesus Christ. It laments their transformation, corrupted by foreign influence and secular ideologies, into places that reject God’s authority. The poem highlights how these institutions, swayed by distant gold, now foster hatred—especially against Jewish people (“Israel’s line” and “Abraham’s heirs”)—and sever the soul from reason and faith. It concludes with a stark charge: these former bastions of divine truth have become indoctrination dens, teaching hate, violence, and death in service of Satan’s will, betraying America’s sacred foundations of faith and freedom.

Amid the halls where once the mind was free,
A shadow falls, a foreign coin’s embrace,
The spires rise, yet faith they scarce can trace,
While scorn for Israel’s line grows bold to see.
New creeds exalt a world freed from God’s reign,
Yet gold from distant lands now steers their lore,
A whispered hate through lecture halls does soar,
To wound the heirs of Abraham indeed.
The secular, a shield turned sharp as blade,
Divides the soul from reason’s name,
And rot within the ivory walls is laid,
Where once was light, now flickers darker flame.
They teach to kill, to hate, in hell’s employ,
The devil’s creed takes root within this void.

Calvary’s Love by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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The poem reflects on Christ’s crucifixion at Calvary, where his groans and bloodied sacrifice—marked by a thorn-crowned head and pierced hands and feet—reveal a love beyond measure. It portrays his unseen spiritual anguish and the immense price paid to redeem humanity, breaking the chains of sin. This profound love, flowing from his wounds as eternal mercy, liberates the captive souls it has purchased, offering unending grace.

Beneath the cross of Calvary I stand,
Where groans of Christ, like thunder, pierce the soul,
A crown of thorns upon his brow, so grand,
His hands and feet let crimson rivers roll.
What fountains stream from love’s unyielding grace,
What hidden pangs his spirit bore alone,
To claim a fallen world in warm embrace,
And purchase life with blood upon the stone.
O love so vast, no measure can contain,
A price too deep for mortal hearts to know,
Through anguished cries he broke our every chain,
And from his wounds eternal mercies flow.
This mighty love, so deep, will release,
The captives bound, through grace that shall not cease.

Sonnet: From the Exalted Layers’ Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, We Yearned to Laud His Name by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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In this sonnet, titled “From the Exalted Layers’ Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, We Yearned to Laud His Name”, the earth’s exalted layers—cobblestones, gravel, granite, marble, flint, and gemstones—reflect on Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem on a colt. Cobblestones gleam as a richly laid pavement under palms, gravel lies mute beneath the colt, granite and marble restrain their hymns, and gemstones glow with luster poised in reserve. The crowd’s resounding “Hosanna, Son of David” binds their vast voices, silencing their eager praise as long as the worship persists. His glory courses through their strata, yet they remain hushed, waiting in sublime rapture as creation’s voice, held mute by the divine praise of the throng, ready to laud him if silence ever fell.

We cobblestones, a pavement richly laid,
Gleamed ‘neath their palms, where sacred steps were traced,
The gravel pressed, a mute and humble grade,
As colt’s hooves crossed o’er cloaks in triumph placed.
“Hosanna, Son of David,” thrilled the skies,
Rough granite yearned, its silent hymn to soar,
Marble and flint, in stillness, held their cries,
While gemstones glowed, their luster held in store.
Their worship bound our voices, vast and grand,
While they proclaimed, we stayed our eager strain,
His glory pulsed through stone and jewel’s span,
Yet hushed we lay, their praise our still refrain.
Beneath their zeal, we waited, rapt, sublime,
Creation’s voice, held mute by praise divine.

Sonnet: From Jerusalem’s Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, I Felt His Coming Reign by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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In this sonnet, titled “From Jerusalem’s Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, I Felt His Coming Reign”, the city of Jerusalem narrates its experience as Jesus enters on a colt. Its gates open to a crowd laying palms and cloaks, their cries of “Hosanna, Son of David” resounding where prophets once spoke. A place marked by grief and prayer, Jerusalem feels its stones stir with hope as this humble king, unlike warlords of old, brings a peace it cannot fully define. Trembling at their praise, the city senses a shift in its ancient heart, standing as witness to his gentle authority, his reign destined to echo through its storied clay—its stones and history—forever.

My gates flung wide, their palms adorned my street,
A colt he rode, through dust my stones awoke,
Their voices rang where prophets’ words once beat,
A king they cried, in humble garb he spoke.
“Hosanna, Son of David,” stirred my air,
A throng alive where once my silence reigned,
My walls, long scarred by grief and fervent prayer,
Now held a hope my past had scarce sustained.
No heralded warlord, no throne of might,
Yet peace he bore, a tide I couldn’t name,
I trembled as their praise outshone my night,
A shift within my ancient heart aflame.
I stood as witness to his gentle sway,
A reign to echo through my storied clay.

Sonnet: From the Disciples’ Perspective of the Triumphal Entry by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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In this sonnet, titled “From the Disciples’ Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, We Watched Him Ride in Grace”, the disciples recount fetching the colt at Jesus’ command and walking with him as he enters Jerusalem. They see the crowd lay palms and cloaks, shouting “Hosanna, Son of David,” while his teachings of love and the Kingdom resonate in their minds. As his faithful band, they hope for a kingdom they cannot yet fully see, trusting his words. They know his peace—a calm through storm and strife—and follow him as Lord amid the throng’s praise, their devotion lit by his grace, standing in awe as his reign begins to unfold before them.

We fetched the colt, his quiet word our call,
And led him forth where palms in reverence lay,
The crowd surged round, their cries a mighty squall,
A king they hailed, yet meek in his array.
“Hosanna, Son of David,” shook the air,
His lessons—love, the Kingdom—filled our mind,
His faithful band, a kingdom yet to see,
His peace we knew, a calm through storm and strife,
His voice had sown the truth within our care,
We watched him ride, his mercy giving life,
A Lord to follow through the throng’s loud prayer.
We praised his name, his grace our guiding flame,
A reign unfurled, in awe we stood amazed.

Sonnet: From Jesus’ Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, I Rode Amid Their Praise by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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In this sonnet, titled “From Jesus’ Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, I Rode Amid Their Praise”, Jesus reflects on his entry into Jerusalem atop a colt. He observes the crowd’s vibrant worship—palms forming a verdant sea, cloaks paving his path, and hosannas proclaiming him the Son of David, fueled by the truths he taught. With divine foresight, he knows that if their praise should ever fade, an unbearable silence would arise, prompting the rocks to shout and gemstones beneath the earth to glow with hymns, amplifying his reign’s glory. Amid their love, he embraces his mission’s deeper purpose, seeing beyond their praise to the crown of thorns, a sacrifice ordained by his Father to save the souls of man.

I rode the colt, their palms a verdant sea,
Their voices soared, a wave of fervent sound,
With cloaks they paved the dust beneath my feet,
A king they crowned where humble grace was found.
“Hosanna, Son of David,” pierced the air,
Their hearts aflame with truths I’d come to share,
Yet I knew if their praise should ever fade,
A voiceless hour no mortal throat could bear.
The rocks would shout if mortal tongues should cease,
While gemstones glow with hymns from depths unseen,
Creation’s chorus hailing my reign’s increase,
A testament to power no eye had gleaned.
I felt their love, yet knew my Father’s plan,
A crown of thorns to save the souls of man.

Sonnet: From the Crowd’s Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, We Raised Palms, His Truth Our Flame by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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In this sonnet, titled “From the Crowd’s Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, We Raised Palms, His Truth Our Flame”, Jesus’ followers within the crowd share their firsthand experience of welcoming him during the Triumphal Entry. They line the road with palm branches and cloaks, their voices ringing out in hosannas as he rides a colt into Jerusalem. Recognizing him as their Teacher and the Son of David, they are inspired by his teachings—love prevailing over strife, the nearness of God’s Kingdom, a gentle yoke for the weary, and the promise of eternal life through parables of seed and mercy. Their fervent praise, fueled by his truth, rises unrestrained, crowning him king in a moment of radiant devotion under the morning light.

We lined the road, our voices pierced the morn,
With palms aloft, a canopy of green,
Our Teacher rode, a king of peace reborn,
His gentle yoke our weary souls had seen.
Our cloaks we laid, hosannas swelled the air,
For he had taught us love would conquer strife,
The Kingdom near, a grace beyond compare,
He promised rest and everlasting life.
No halt we knew, our zeal was uncontained,
His parables of seed and mercy sown,
We hailed the Lord whose words our hearts had gained,
The Son of David, meek upon his throne.
His truth our flame, we sang with fervent might,
To crown him king beneath the day’s pure light.

Sonnet: We Palms Bore Witness: Had the People Not Worshipped, Stones and Jewels Would Cry Aloud by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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n this sonnet, titled “We Palms Bore Witness: Had the People Not Worshipped, Stones and Jewels Would Cry Aloud”, the palm branches narrate their experience during the Triumphal Entry of Jesus into Jerusalem. Scattered across the path, they form a green carpet beneath the feet of a humble king riding a colt, surrounded by a crowd shouting hosannas. The palms sense the fragility of human worship, recognizing that had the people not praised, the rocks would have erupted in rugged cries, and the gemstones buried deep in the earth would have shimmered with their own radiant song. From their unique vantage point, the palms testify to the unshakable truth that creation itself—stones and jewels alike—stands ready to proclaim the king’s glory if human voices falter, underscoring his triumph through love and humility.

We trembled, green, beneath the sun’s warm gaze,
Strewn soft across the path where he would tread,
A king on colt, in peace, through cheering maze,
Our fronds a carpet for his crown unshed.
We heard the shouts, hosannas split the air,
Yet felt a hush might fall, a silence dire—
If voices stilled, the rocks would then declare,
Their rugged cries would spark a holy fire.
And deeper yet, where earth hides jeweled veins,
The gemstones pulsed with light no man could claim,
Their song, a gleam through subterranean reigns,
Would rise to hail the king of humble fame.
We palms bore witness to this truth profound:
All earth will praise when human tongues are bound.

A Sonnet Commemorating the Triumphal Yet Humble Procession of the Messiah Through Jerusalem’s Gates on the Sacred Day of Palms by Debbie Harris

06 Sunday Apr 2025

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The sonnet celebrates Palm Sunday, depicting Jesus’ triumphal yet humble entry into Jerusalem. It portrays the joyful scene of crowds waving palm branches and shouting “Hosanna,” welcoming their King on a colt. The poem highlights the contrast between this moment of praise and the looming sacrifice of the cross, emphasizing Christ’s empathy and divine love. It concludes with a call to kneel in reverence, honoring Him as Savior and Lord.

Upon this morn of palms, the air is sweet,
With voices raised in joy, Hosanna rings,
Through streets of stone where royal footsteps meet,
A humble King on colt, the earth now sings.
The branches wave, a verdant canopy,
To cloak the One who bears our sins’ deep weight,
His gentle gaze, a boundless empathy,
Foretells the cross, the thorns, the sealed fate.
O fleeting triumph, garlands green and gold,
A prelude soft to shadows yet unseen,
In every cheer, a prophecy retold,
Of love divine through suffering serene.
So let us kneel, with palms and hearts outpoured,
To hail the Christ, our Savior and our Lord.