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King Jesus Reigns Supreme: An Unyielding Battle Cry for America’s Soul Against Islam, Marxism, Demonic Darkness, and Moral Collapse by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem was written in fervent prayer and with a burning heart for our beloved country. It is not born of anger or hatred toward people, but of deep love for truth, righteousness, and the souls of men and women made in the image of God.

In an age when false ideologies rise boldly — seeking to enslave minds, nations, and consciences — I felt compelled by the Holy Spirit to lift up the Name that is above every name. Jesus Christ is not merely a religious figure; He is the living King, the Conqueror of darkness, the Redeemer of nations.

May these words stir your faith, strengthen your resolve, and call you to your knees. May they remind you that the battle belongs to the Lord, and that greater is He who is in us than he who is in the world.

Let us stand together — not in our own strength, but in the power of the Cross and the hope of the Resurrection — until our land turns back to Christ.

For His glory alone,

The Poet

Psalm 33:12

Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD; and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.

Additional Key Verses

Philippians 2:9-11

Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name: That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

Ephesians 6:12

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

2 Corinthians 10:3-4

For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war after the flesh: (For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;)

Matthew 28:18

And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.

John 8:36

If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.

2 Chronicles 7:14

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

Romans 8:37

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

Arise, O my nation, beneath heaven’s gaze,

Where liberty’s torch once defied darker days.

The shadows encroach—crescent, hammer, and horn—

Yet Christ is exalted, the Crucified, sworn.

No rival submission, no Marxist deceit,

No serpent’s seduction our souls shall entreat.

For Jesus, the Lion of Judah, has roared:

The grave could not hold Him; death is no more.

Islam’s rigid crescent demands every knee,

But we bow to the One who knelt at Gethsemane—

Whose blood bought redemption, whose stripes heal the scar,

Whose gospel of grace outshines every star.

Communism’s red idol, with envy enthroned,

Devours the fruitful, leaves fields overthrown.

Yet Christ is the Servant who washes our feet,

Who lifts up the lowly and makes the proud retreat.

Satanism’s mirror reflects only night,

Self twisted as god in its counterfeit light.

But at Jesus’ name every demon must flee—

The darkness dissolves in His sovereign decree.

Immorality’s flood, glittering, vile, and base,

Corrupts the pure spring and defiles sacred space.

Yet Christ is our holiness, Christ is our fire—

He fashions the fallen to temples of desire.

We war not with hatred but love from the Cross,

Not flesh against flesh, but the power of His loss.

Clad in His armor—truth, righteousness, shield—

We stand on the Word that the enemy yields.

Awake, Church of glory! Let revival ignite,

From sea unto sea in unquenchable light.

Teach children the Cross, the empty tomb’s song,

The blood that still cleanses, the hope ever strong.

No creed forged in conquest, no system of chains,

Can conquer the King who forever remains.

One nation under Christ, redeemed by His hand,

Restored by His mercy, made whole by His plan.

O Jesus, our Captain, our Shield, and our Sword,

Pour out Your Spirit as never before!

The darkness must tremble where saints take their stand—

For greater is He who indwells every land.

Lift high the Redeemer on mountain and stone:

“King Jesus is Lord—and His kingdom alone!”

The battle is won by the blood of the Lamb;

In Christ we are more than conquerors—

Amen.

Warriors For Christ And Our Country by Debbie Harris

14 Tuesday Jul 2026

Posted by in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Pleasing God Not Man, Spiritual Warfare, The Absolute Evil Of Islam

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

I wrote this not as a polished performance, but as a quiet call in a loud time. We live in days that feel heavy—faith mocked in public squares, liberty stretched thin, and a sense that something precious is slipping away. This poem is for those who still believe both the cross and the Constitution are worth defending, not with anger or violence, but with steady courage, clear eyes, and open hands.

It’s a reminder that being a warrior for Christ and country doesn’t require perfection or dramatic gestures. It asks for daily faithfulness: strong families, honest words, prayerful hearts, and a refusal to surrender truth for comfort. The fight is real, but the victory was already won on a hill outside Jerusalem two thousand years ago. We simply get to walk in it.

If these words stir something in you—resolve, hope, conviction—then carry them. Share them. Live them. The dawn really is breaking.

With respect and shared burden,

The Poet

Rise up, you faithful warriors, called by name,

Where shadows lengthen over heart and land.

For Christ, our risen King who overcame,

And for this country built on solid ground.

Not dressed in armor, swords, or battle gear—

But armed with truth, with courage, and with grace;

A quiet strength that cuts through doubt and fear,

A steady light no darkness can erase.

We stand where altars weaken and grow cold,

Where freedom’s voice is mocked or pushed aside.

We fight for hearts that once were brave and bold,

For rights that every soul is born with, not assigned.

The cross still rises over troubled seas—

A beacon strong through every shifting storm.

It calls us forward, bends the stubborn knee,

And whispers life where death once held its form.

No earthly king or crowd will ever save us.

Our hope is fixed on Jesus, strong and true.

Yet here we love this nation that He gave us—

Its laws, its promise, and its skies of blue.

We guard the Constitution’s guiding light,

The balance written down for all to see:

That power must be held in check, kept right,

So no one rules alone in tyranny.

With families strong as bedrock, churches bright,

With schools that teach what’s real and what is good,

We build again what time has tried to blight—

A living faith in every neighborhood.

We speak with clarity on streets and screens,

We vote, we serve, we pray through sleepless nights.

We meet the lies with honest, steady beams—

Not rage, but steady fire that burns with light.

This is our charge in these uncertain days:

To live as bridges between heaven and earth,

To stand for justice, mercy, righteous ways,

And prove that freedom still has sacred worth.

No easy road, no fleeting cheers or fame—

Just daily courage, rooted deep in grace.

For Christ our Savior and this country’s name,

We rise, we hold, we run this faithful race.

Warriors now—unshaken, unafraid—

The dawn is breaking. Lift your eyes and stand.

The King who conquered death has already won.

We walk in victory, hand in living hand.

The Red Serpent’s Treason: Communism, Socialism, and Progressivism’s War on God, Nation, and the Souls of Millions by Debbie Harris

03 Friday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

I wrote this poem not merely to recount history’s tragedies, but to sound a warning. The ideologies of communism, socialism, and progressivism have repeatedly promised heaven on earth while delivering hell—more than one hundred million graves stand as silent witnesses.

Beyond the body count lies a deeper betrayal: these systems are profoundly anti-biblical, replacing God with the State, private property and honest labor with enforced envy, and individual dignity with collective submission. They represent a modern form of the ancient serpent’s temptation—dressed in the red flag—whispering equality while striking at the foundations of faith, family, and freedom.

This is also treason—against the God who grants unalienable rights, and against the constitutional republic built upon those truths. My prayer is that this lament stirs remembrance before forgetting leads us down the same crimson path again.

With solemn urgency,

The Poet

Exodus 20:17 — “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour’s.”
(Against envy and covetousness as political virtue)

• Exodus 20:15 — “Thou shalt not steal.”
(Against the seizure of private property and labor)

• Matthew 22:21 — “Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s; and unto God the things that are God’s.”
(Against total state idolatry and the erasure of God’s domain)

• 2 Thessalonians 3:10 — “For even when we were with you, this we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he eat.”
(Against the rejection of personal responsibility)

• Genesis 3:4-5 — “And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die: For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.”
(The original “serpent’s” false promise of equality and godhood)

In shadowed halls where sirens sang of chains unbound,

A serpent whispered “equality,” then dragged the dream aground.

From Marx’s ink to Lenin’s gun, the crimson banner rose,

Promising paradise for all—yet millions met their throes.

Ukraine’s black earth drank deep in Holodomor’s cruel night,

Six million starved by Stalin’s will, extinguished from the light.

Great Leap’s furnaces consumed forty-five million more,

Mao’s paradise of steel became a graveyard’s door.

Pol Pot’s Year Zero reaped two million in the fields,

Skulls piled high where temples stood, and mercy’s voice was stilled.

Gulags, purges, killing fields—twenty million, thirty, more—

The ledger of utopia written red with human gore.

Yet deeper runs the treason, not just against the land,

But treason ‘gainst the Living God by their own willful hand.

They dethroned Heaven’s Sovereign, enthroned the State instead,

Covetousness as gospel, envy’s lust painted red.

The Bible thunders “Thou shalt not steal,” and “Love thy neighbor true,”

It honors honest labor’s fruit and rights that God bestows.

But they rewrite the sacred text as hate and backward sin,

While families fracture, crosses fall, and darkness closes in.

Progressivism’s velvet glove slips on the iron fist,

Marching through the schools and courts, the churches in its twist.

It calls the founders’ covenant a relic to discard—

Unalienable rights from God? Replaced by commissar.

This is the ancient spirit of Babel raised anew,

Man playing god with human lives, the state in place of You.

Treason to the Republic, treason to the Cross above,

Betraying blood-bought liberty for chains they label “love.”

A hundred million witnesses cry silent from the clay:

No system built on envy thrives; it only slays and slays.

Heed the graves, the empty thrones, the laughter turned to moans—

The road to hell is paved with good intentions, smooth as stone.

Let memory stand defiant ‘gainst the rising tide,

Where freedom’s flame is dimmed by lies that freedom’s name deride.

For in the end the horror proves what Scripture long has known:

Collectivist delight devours the soul—and calls the feast its own.