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Hallelujah of the Cleansed: How Christ’s Precious Blood Proclaims Supreme Victory, Inner Freedom, and the Father’s Everlasting Welcome by Debbie Harris

06 Friday Mar 2026

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Hebrews 9:13-14 (KJV)
For if the blood of bulls and of goats, and the ashes of an heifer sprinkling the unclean, sanctifieth to the purifying of the flesh: How much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God?

Hebrews 10:19-22 (KJV)
Having therefore, brethren, boldness to enter into the holiest by the blood of Jesus, By a new and living way, which he hath consecrated for us, through the veil, that is to say, his flesh; And having an high priest over the house of God; Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience, and our bodies washed with pure water.

Romans 8:37 (KJV)
Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

Psalm 40:2 (KJV)
He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.

Behold the soul that once knew miry’s hold,
A fleeting shadow in the ancient night—
Yet scarcely touched by darkness, lo! behold:
The Victor’s light erupts in boundless might.

No chain endures; the mire dissolves in flame,
A vapor gone before the rising sun.
Christ’s blood, triumphant, speaks the Father’s name—
And every stain, each whisper, is undone.

More than conqueror, he stands in royal gleam,
Feet firm on crystal, crown of glory bright;
Conscience a mirror reflecting heaven’s beam,
No echo left of guilt or endless night.

The High Priest reigns with joy upon the throne,
His wounds now fountains pouring endless grace;
The Father calls with laughter of His own—
“Beloved, enter, claim thy rightful place!”

No striving mars this everlasting day;
No fear can dim the splendor of His face.
The heart, once shadowed, now in light holds sway—
A dance of peace in heaven’s warm embrace.

O ransomed one, arise in victory’s song!
The cross has shattered every darkened chain;
Eternal morning breaks, the night is gone—
In Christ’s dear light, thou reignest, free again.

Rejoice, ye heavens! The triumph overflows;
From every height the hallelujahs ring.
More victorious than tongue or thought can know—
The soul ascends, forever bathed in spring.

Narcissus at the Mirror Pool by Debbie Harris

06 Friday Mar 2026

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In Thespian woods where Cephissus flows,
A river-god whose currents softly gleam,
There bloomed a child of more than mortal grace—
Narcissus, born to Liriope the nymph.
His mother, trembling, sought the seer’s sight:
“Will he live long?” Tiresias, sightless, smiled
And spoke the riddle wrapped in shadow’s veil:
“Long years, provided he shall never know himself.”

The boy grew tall, a slender flame of youth,
Sixteen summers on his cheek like rose-light,
Hair black as midnight rivers, skin like dawn
Polished on ivory. Every eye that met him
Burned. Young men sighed, maidens wove his name
In secret songs. Yet pride, cold as winter stone,
Sealed his heart. He turned from every plea,
From every hand outstretched, with scornful laugh:
“Why grasp at me when I am not for you?”

Among the spurned was Echo, mountain nymph,
Once bright of tongue, who chattered through the hills
To shield her lord from Juno’s jealous gaze.
Punished, she lost her voice—could only take
The final words of others, fling them back
Like pebbles skipped across a silent lake.
She saw Narcissus once, hunting alone,
And love struck through her like an arrow’s fire.
She followed, hidden, aching to confess,
But when he called to companions lost—“Is anyone here?”—
Only her borrowed voice replied: “Here… here…”

He frowned. “Come closer.” Echo’s heart leaped wild.
“Closer… closer…” She stepped into the light.
Arms wide, she ran toward embrace. He recoiled:
“Away! I’d sooner die than lie with you.”
Away… with you… The words cut deeper than knives.
She fled, and fading, fading, body wasted
Until she was no flesh, only repeating sound—
A voice that lingers still in empty vales.

But Nemesis, goddess of righteous return,
Heard one rejected lover’s whispered curse:
“Let him who spurns all love himself love vainly,
And never gain the thing his heart desires.”
The prayer was granted.

One noon, tired from the chase, Narcissus wandered
To a sequestered glade no shepherd knew,
Where silver water lay in perfect stillness—
No ripple marred it, no leaf broke its glass.
He bent to drink. And there—impossible beauty—
A face looked up: eyes dark as his, lips curved
In perfect symmetry, curls falling just so.
He stared. The image stared. He reached. It reached.
A smile—he smiled. A sigh—he sighed in turn.

O fatal thirst that was not thirst for water!
He loved, and knew not what he loved, yet burned.
“Why do you flee when I pursue? Why mock
My reaching hand?” The face gave back no answer
But mirrored anguish, mirrored longing, mirrored him.
He tore his hair. The image tore its hair.
He beat his marble breast until it bloomed
With purple bruises. Still the other suffered
The same self-wounding blows.

Hours bled to days.
He neither ate nor slept, but lay beside
The pool, consuming himself with sight alone.
“How many times I’ve kissed those lying lips!
How many times embraced the empty air!
You are myself—yet separate. Cruel jest!
If only I could leave my body here
And join the one I love…” A tear fell down,
Rippling the face he worshipped. It dissolved.
He cried aloud: “If I must lose you, let me die!”

Death heard. The flame of life withdrew by slow degrees.
His cheeks grew pale, his limbs transparent as mist.
The nymphs who once had loved him came at last
To mourn beside the pool. They found no body—
Only a golden flower bent above the water,
White petals framing a deep yellow heart,
Nodding forever toward its own reflection.

So ends the tale Tiresias foretold:
The boy who never knew himself lived long—
Yet died the moment recognition dawned.

And still the flower leans, year after spring,
Toward its mirrored twin in every stream,
Teaching the quiet lesson of the pool:
Too much of self can drown the soul entire.

The Torn Curtain of the Holy of Holies: Christ’s Death and Our Unhindered Approach to God by Debbie Harris

05 Thursday Mar 2026

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When Jesus breathed His final, anguished cry,
The darkened sky grew black as judgment fell;
The earth convulsed, the rocks themselves did sigh,
And in the temple tore the ancient veil.

No mortal arm could rend that woven sea—
Sixty cubits high, a tapestry of heaven’s hue,
Thick as a palm, embroidered mystery,
Blue, purple, scarlet—colors God once drew.

From summit down the fracture ran divine,
Not man’s endeavor climbing from below;
God’s finger split the barrier’s sacred line,
And flung the gates of glory open wide and low.

Through countless years the curtain stood apart,
Guarding the mercy-seat where Presence burned;
One priest alone, with trembling, contrite heart,
Might pass with blood—lest holiness be spurned.

Yet now the Lamb, in agony arrayed,
Has offered once for all His riven side;
His flesh the curtain, in the garden frayed,
His blood the crimson road where sinners ride.

The veil is gone; no shadow lingers there.
No priestly rite, no altar smoke ascends.
We stand before the throne in answered prayer,
Beloved children, welcomed as dear friends.

O child of grace, why do you tarry still
Beyond the threshold, where the shadows play?
The price was paid on Calvary’s dread hill—
His wounds unclose the door for you today.

Enter, beloved, with boldness unafraid;
The Father waits with arms of endless love.
The veil is torn, the distance has been laid
To rest forever in the heart above.

Draw near, draw near—the ancient call resounds
Through time and trial, to every seeking soul:
The cross has bridged the chasm, bent the will
Of separation, making whole our right
To dwell with Him, the Holy One, in light.

The Spirit Thunders: Do Not Bow From Obscure Winepress to the Front Lines of Holy Confrontation and Divine Deliverance by Debbie Harris

04 Wednesday Mar 2026

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A prophetic poem calling modern believers to uncompromising faithfulness amid widespread compromise. Drawing from Gideon’s hidden calling in the winepress to tear down Baal’s altar and the three Hebrews’ refusal to bow to Nebuchadnezzar’s golden image, it urges a remnant “Gideon host” to reject subtle pressures—pragmatism, popularity, false unity—and stand unbowed. Though isolated and threatened by a roaring furnace of opposition, the faithful are promised the presence of the “Fourth Man” (Christ) in the flames, divine deliverance, and the charge to confront idols, restore holy worship, and reclaim God’s name.

In twilight vales where Midian shadows creep,
A man of threshing-floor and secret keep
Beats wheat in gloom, where vintage presses lie,
Lest raiders seize the fruit beneath the sky.
No trumpet calls him yet, no host arrays;
Heaven marks him silent in his lowly days.
Then voice of flame: “Go, tear the altar down
Thy father built to Baal upon the town.
Uproot the grove where compromise has grown,
And let the sacred fire be kindled known.”

So rises now a hidden, Gideon host—
Not crowned with pomp, nor mustered for the boast,
But called from winepress, cave, and quiet room,
To face the principalities of doom.
They bear no sword at first, but oil divine
That drips from consecrated head and spine.
The old order trembles when they speak;
They name the tolerated sin as weak,
The negotiated peace as coward’s chain,
And bid the idols fall in thunder’s reign.

Yet pressure comes—not sword, but subtle plea:
“Bend but a little; wiser men agree.
The furnace glows, the image gleams with gold—
Bow once, and live; be prudent, not so bold.”
They whisper, “Rebellion!” to the pure;
“Immaturity!” to hearts that will endure.
“Divisive!” cry the builders of the shrine
Whose altars blend the holy with the swine.

But lo, the Spirit thunders through the soul:
DO. NOT. BOW. Let every knee stay whole.
Not to the fear that chills the midnight air,
Nor politics that coil in serpent’s snare,
Nor platforms raised on popularity’s sand,
Nor religious rods that strike with iron hand.
Not Baal’s high place, nor Nebuchadnezzar’s flame,
Nor any yoke that bears another’s name.

As once three Hebrews stood in Babylon’s plain,
Where music swelled and golden image reigned,
They heard the king: “Fall down, or feel the fire!”
Yet answered calm: “Our God is One, entire.
He is able to deliver from thy hand,
But though He slay us, still we take our stand.
We will not serve thy gods, nor bow the head
To molten lie, though furnace blaze be spread.”

The furnace roared, seven times its fury fed;
The binders fell, consumed where they had led.
But in the midst—O vision past all sight!—
A fourth walked free, the Son of Man in light.
No scorch upon their hair, no smell of smoke;
The chains of flame themselves in silence broke.

So stand, O remnant, marked by Heaven’s seal:
Though isolated, though the mockers jeer,
Though systems shake and ancient altars reel,
Though furnace threatens every path severe—
DO. NOT. BOW.
The fire you carry is not yours to dim;
It burns from God, and no formed weapon grim
Shall prosper while you hold the steadfast line.
Tear down, rebuild; let holy altars shine.

Light now the match in preaching, prayer, and praise;
Let worship blaze through all your mortal days.
The trumpet sounds, the Gideon host awakes—
Forward, unbowed, for Zion’s glory’s sake.
The fourth Man walks beside thee in the flame;
Refuse the knee—reclaim the sacred name.

Stand. Confront. Restore.
And do not bow.

Though Nations Rage by Debbie Harris

04 Wednesday Mar 2026

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Why do the nations vainly rage,
And peoples plot in dark array?
Kings of the earth in fury wage
Their war against the Lord’s own sway,
Against His Christ, the Anointed Son—
“Let us cast off His cords!” they cry.

Yet from His throne in heaven’s height
The Sovereign laughs at their decree;
In wrath He speaks with piercing light,
“I’ve set My King on Zion free—
My holy hill shall bear His name,
And all the earth shall kiss His claim.”

Though kingdoms totter, nations roar,
And earth itself in terror melt;
Though mountains shake from shore to shore,
And seas in foaming tumult dwelt—
The Lord of hosts is in her midst,
His city stands where none resist.

A river streams to make her glad,
The dwelling of the Most High God;
At break of dawn His help is had—
One word, and chaos feels the rod.
Be still, and know that He is God;
His throne endures where none may trod.

He breaks the bow, He shatters spear,
The chariot burns in victory’s flame;
Exalted high, all nations fear—
The Lord Almighty reigns the same.
Though rage may swell and tempests rise,
God sits enthroned beyond the skies.

O blessed they who trust His might,
Who kiss the Son ere wrath consume;
His kingdom dawns in endless light,
Where every rebel finds his doom.
Though nations rage, though wars abound—
God reigns supreme; His throne is sound.

God Our Shield: To the Weary Heart by Debbie Harris

04 Wednesday Mar 2026

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When weariness doth cloak the spirit round,
And burdens, silent, press upon the breast,
When unseen sorrows chain the feet to ground,
And prayers seem lost in heaven’s vast unrest—
Look not to fleeting hopes that rise and fall,
Nor trust the heart when faith itself grows dim;
For God Himself is shield to one and all
Who in His mercy hide and rest in Him.

Every word of God proves true and sure,
Not one hath failed through ages dark or bright;
His promises endure, forever pure,
A refuge steadfast in the blackest night.
He is the shield—no arrow finds its mark
When soul takes shelter ‘neath His mighty wing;
Though tempests rage and shadows gather stark,
His truth protects; His faithfulness doth cling.

Behold the cross, where greatest promise stood—
The Lamb once slain, the victory complete;
Redemption sealed in agony and blood,
Fulfilled in love no darkness could defeat.
If God so kept His vow through death’s own door,
Shall lesser griefs undo His covenant grace?
Nay—every trial meets the shield He bore,
And in Christ’s finished work we find our place.

O tired heart, when doubt would whisper low
That thou art forgotten in the fray,
Recall: the shield of God shall never go;
He stands between thee and the foe alway.
No burden breaks what grace hath made secure,
No path too dim for His unchanging ray;
The cross declares, the Word itself is sure—
God is our shield; take refuge while ye may.

So rest, belovèd, in this armor bright,
Though seasons weary and the night seems long;
His every promise glows with living light,
And turns thy mourning into endless song.
For He who rose and reigns above the strife
Is shield eternal—thy defense, thy song, thy life.

Look Not Within, but Fix on Him Who Redeems: Meditations on the Samaritan Woman at Jacob’s Well by Debbie Harris

03 Tuesday Mar 2026

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John 4:16–18 (KJV)
Jesus saith unto her, Go, call thy husband, and come hither.
The woman answered and said, I have no husband.
Jesus said unto her, Thou hast well said, I have no husband:
For thou hast had five husbands; and he whom thou now hast is not thy husband: in that saidst thou truly.

Beneath the midday blaze at Jacob’s well,
A weary woman drew her daily need,
Five husbands gone, one more her heart could tell—
Yet shame had taught her noonward steps to speed.
The Stranger asked, “Go call thy husband near,”
Not to expose, but knowing every scar;
He named her hidden life without a sneer,
And offered streams where living waters are.
No condemnation fell from lips divine,
No barrier rose where grace began to flow;
Her jar forgotten, boldness filled her line:
“Come, see a Man who all my secrets know!”
Thus sin’s dark weight is carried off in streams—
Look not within, but fix on Him who redeems.

For Such a Time as This: Christ’s Mighty Hand Delivers Iran Through Israel and the United States by Debbie Harris

01 Sunday Mar 2026

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In the ancient lands where prophets once spoke God’s word,
Persia—now Iran—groaned under demonic chains,
A regime of darkness, veiling truth, oppressing souls,
Mocking the Creator with its iron-fisted reign.
Yet the Lord who parted seas and toppled walls of old
Has not forgotten His covenant, nor His chosen kin.
He raises up nations under God, instruments of His will,
To shatter the yoke and let the captives begin again.

Behold Israel, the apple of His eye, steadfast and true,
Guarded by the Almighty through fire and through sword.
And the United States, a beacon once lit by faith’s pure flame—
One nation under God, indivisible, trusting in the Lord.
Through His mighty power these allies have struck as one,
In righteous fury against the tyrants who defied His name.
The supreme leader falls, the clerical fortress crumbles low,
As missiles of justice rain from skies ordained by Heaven’s claim.

No mere mortal scheme, but divine orchestration clear:
The Lion of Judah roars through Israel’s valiant stand,
While America’s eagles soar on wings of providential might,
Delivering blows that echo the Lord’s redeeming hand.
The devils flee in terror, their thrones cast to the dust,
Their false paradise exposed as a pit of endless night.
For where the Spirit of Christ moves, strongholds must yield—
Liberty bursts forth in the blaze of eternal light.

O Iran, ancient cradle of the Magi who sought the King,
Your people rise now, called by the Savior’s voice so near.
The house churches multiply, prayers ascend like incense pure,
As millions turn to Jesus, casting off every fear.
The women unveil in freedom, the youth proclaim His name,
The oppressed find refuge in the arms of the Lamb who was slain.
Through Israel’s courage and America’s faithful resolve,
God has wrought deliverance—His power alone sustains.

Praise the Lord of Hosts, who humbles the proud and lifts the meek!
He uses nations under God to fulfill His holy decree.
The regime of terror lies broken, its demonic grip undone,
For Christ reigns supreme—victory belongs to Thee.
From Tehran to the mountains, let every tongue confess:
Jesus is Lord, the true Liberator, forever blessed.
Israel and America, blessed instruments in His plan,
Have seen His mighty power deliver a captive land.

Hallelujah! The dawn has broken, the chains are no more.
In Christ’s name alone, true freedom forevermore.

No More the Chain of Guilt Shall Bind: Rest Secure in Love’s Accomplished Deed by Debbie Harris

28 Saturday Feb 2026

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Each morn I rise, the heart at rest profound,
No chain of doubt to bind the soul in thrall;
For Christ hath loosed me, freedom fully found,
By blood outpoured—accomplished once for all.

The faithful Witness stands, His word is true,
Though feelings shift like shadows on the sea;
He loves me now, as ever loves He you,
In present grace, unchanging, wild, and free.

No down payment was Calvary’s dark tree—
The cross a full discharge, the debt repaid;
“He has freed us,” rings the ancient decree,
The Lamb’s own blood our pardon hath displayed.

No striving now to hold what grace bestows,
No fragile peace that wavers with the day;
His finished work in crimson torrent flows,
And washes guilt forevermore away.

Let accusations old attempt their cry,
Let memory replay its shadowed art;
The blood speaks louder from the throne on high:
“Done!”—and seals the ransomed, contrite heart.

O rest, beloved, in this secure abode,
Where love endures and faithfulness abides;
The work is over, paid by sacred blood,
And peace like rivers through the spirit glides.

He Sat Down: The Finished Work That Quiets the Heart and Reveals the Father’s Smile Toward Every Sinner by Debbie Harris

22 Sunday Feb 2026

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The poem He Sat Down: The Finished Work That Quiets the Heart and Reveals the Father’s Smile Toward Every Sinner is a classical rhymed meditation in seven stanzas, rooted in Hebrews 1:1–3 (KJV) and supporting Scriptures. It traces God’s progressive revelation and culminates in the believer’s assurance through Christ’s completed work.

Summary by stanza:

  1. In the past, God spoke in fragmented, shadowy ways through prophets—partial glimpses delivered in riddles and types across time.
  2. Now, in these final days, God has spoken fully and decisively through His Son—no longer in pieces, but in perfect clarity, awakening the true heart of the Father.
  3. The Son is the heir of all creation, the radiant brightness of God’s glory, the exact image of His nature—the One in whom divine majesty is fully expressed.
  4. Christ offered Himself once to purge sinners’ guilt, then sat down at God’s right hand—a completed act that ends the endless labor of old-covenant priests and opens the way for every soul to find its true purpose and rest in Him.
  5. No changing emotion or painful circumstance can overshadow the unchanging truth of Christ’s finished work: the Father looks upon the believer with mercy, love, and tender care, seen clearly in Jesus.
  6. The same mighty hand and powerful word that uphold the stars and sustain the universe are the same that drew the distant sinner near and continue to uphold the weary soul with unbreakable strength.
  7. Therefore the doubting heart should cease wandering in despair or judging God’s grace by present suffering; instead, it should look once to Jesus, behold the Father plainly revealed, and rest forever in Him as its true and eternal home.

Overall message (in one sentence):
Through the full revelation of God in His Son—who created, redeemed, sat down in triumph, and upholds all things—the poem comforts the doubting or weary soul that God is not distant or undecided, but has decisively shown His smiling, merciful face in Christ’s finished work, granting unshakable nearness, rest, and security forever.

God, who at sundry times and in divers manners spake in time past unto the fathers by the prophets, Hath in these last days spoken unto us by his Son, whom he hath appointed heir of all things, by whom also he made the worlds; Who being the brightness of his glory, and the express image of his person, and upholding all things by the word of his power, when he had by himself purged our sins, sat down on the right hand of the Majesty on high.
— Hebrews 1:1–3 (KJV)

Jesus saith unto him, Have I been so long time with you, and yet hast thou not known me, Philip? he that hath seen me hath seen the Father; and how sayest thou then, Shew us the Father?
— John 14:9 (KJV)

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
— Matthew 11:28 (KJV)

And Jesus, moved with compassion, put forth his hand, and touched him, and saith unto him, I will; be thou clean.
— Mark 1:41 (KJV)

But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
— Romans 5:8 (KJV)

But this man, after he had offered one sacrifice for sins for ever, sat down on the right hand of God.
— Hebrews 10:12 (KJV)

For by one offering he hath perfected for ever them that are sanctified.
— Hebrews 10:14 (KJV)

But now in Christ Jesus ye who sometimes were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ.
— Ephesians 2:13 (KJV)

And he is before all things, and by him all things consist.
— Colossians 1:17 (KJV)

When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.
— John 19:30 (KJV)

Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.
— Philippians 1:6 (KJV)

In ages past, through shadowed word and sign,
God spoke in fragments, veiled in type and dream;
By prophet’s voice, in riddle and in gleam,
He whispered faintly down the line of time.

But now, in these last days, the silence breaks—
No partial echo, no divided ray,
But full and final comes the perfect day:
The Son Himself the Father’s heart awakes.

Heir of all worlds, through whom creation springs,
The very radiance of the unseen throne,
The exact impress, bearing God alone—
In Him the Eternal Majesty sings.

He purged our guilt, then sat in kingly rest,
No more to stand where priests in shadows toiled;
One offering—complete—the curse recoiled,
And sinners find in Him their souls’ true quest.

No fickle feeling, no dark circumstance
Can dim the truth His finished work declares:
The Father’s gaze is mercy, love, and care—
In Christ we see the smile of Providence.

The hand that holds the stars in ordered flight,
The word that keeps the boundless heavens spun,
Is He who drew us near when we had none—
Our souls upheld by His unyielding might.

So let the weary heart no longer roam
In doubt’s cold mist, nor measure grace by pain;
Look once to Jesus—see the Father plain—
And find in Him your everlasting home.