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They That Are Wise Shall Shine as the Brightness of the Firmament: A Poetic Rendering of Daniel 12:3 by Debbie Harris

29 Monday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

These verses were born in quiet meditation upon the luminous promise of Daniel 12:3. In a world grown dim with shadows, the Spirit still whispers that those who are wise — not with the wisdom of this age, but with the fear of the Lord — shall shine as the brightness of the firmament. And they that turn many to righteousness shall be as the stars forever and ever.I have sought, with trembling hand, to clothe this eternal truth in language worthy of its Source. The poem is no mere literary exercise; it is a prayer set to meter. It exalts the atoning work of the Lamb once slain, the transforming power of His grace that takes sinners and makes them luminaries in His kingdom, and the coming day when every redeemed soul will reflect the undimmed glory of the Bright and Morning Star. If these lines stir even a single heart to deeper devotion, to bolder witness, or to greater longing for Christ’s appearing, then they have fulfilled their purpose. May you, dear reader, be among those who shine with deathless radiance — robed not in your own merit, but in the righteousness of Him who hung upon the cursed tree and rose in triumph. May the Saviour-King Himself kindle fresh fire in your soul as you read, that you too may turn the erring sons and daughters of night to the Lamb, and so shine forever in His glorious presence.

To the Lamb upon the throne be all the praise, now and forevermore. Amen.

Daniel 12:3 (KJV)

And they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament; and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever.

They that are wise shall shine as firmament’s own fire,
In splendour clad that dims the noonday sun;
Their light, the very glory of Messiah’s choir,
Shall blaze undimmed when time itself is done.

And they who turn the erring sons of night
To righteousness, to Christ the Lamb once slain,
Shall gleam as stars in everlasting light,
Where glory crowns the Victor’s endless reign.

No fleeting spark, no twilight’s pale decline,
Shall touch the radiance of their deathless brow;
For He who hung upon the cursed sign
Hath robed them now in light that angels bow.

O Saviour-King, Thou Bright and Morning Star,
Make us Thy wisdom, make us wholly Thine;
That we, who lead the lost where mercies are,
May shine forever in Thy light divine.

When all the ransomed throng in triumph raise
The song that fills the crystal sea with praise,
Then shall Thy servants, clothed in Thy own rays,
Shine on, bright as the glory of Thy face.

Forever, and forever, world without end—
To Thee, O Lamb of God, be praise and power,
Who makest sinners shine as heaven’s friend,
And stars of glory Thine, forevermore. Amen.

The Eternal Rock: How the Bible Forms the Foundation of Our Constitutional Republic by Debbie Harris

28 Sunday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

In an age of shifting sands and competing voices, this poem is offered as a quiet yet fervent reminder: the Bible is not merely a religious text, but the deep, unyielding Rock upon which the moral and legal foundations of our constitutional republic were laid. It draws from the great covenants of Scripture—creation, law, redemption—and the theological truths of human dignity, sin, grace, and divine order. May these verses stir reflection on the Source from which our liberties flow, and renew our commitment to guard what has been so carefully entrusted to us.

With reverence for truth and liberty,

The Poet

The Bible as the Eternal Rock & Foundation

• Matthew 7:24-25 — “Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock: And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.”

• Isaiah 28:16 — “Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD, Behold, I lay in Zion for a foundation a stone, a tried stone, a precious corner stone, a sure foundation: he that believeth shall not make haste.”

• 1 Corinthians 3:11 — “For other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ.”

• 2 Timothy 2:19 — “Nevertheless the foundation of God standeth sure, having this seal, The Lord knoweth them that are his.”

Covenant Truth & God’s Higher Law

• Psalm 119:142 — “Thy righteousness is an everlasting righteousness, and thy law is the truth.”

• James 1:25 — “But whoso looketh into the perfect law of liberty, and continueth therein, he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the work, this man shall be blessed in his deed.”

• Acts 5:29 — “Then Peter and the other apostles answered and said, We ought to obey God rather than men.”

• Romans 7:12 — “Wherefore the law is holy, and the commandment holy, and just, and good.”

Imago Dei – Human Dignity & Equality

• Genesis 1:26-27 — “And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness… So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.”

• Genesis 9:6 — “Whoso sheddeth man’s blood, by man shall his blood be shed: for in the image of God made he man.”

Justice, Mercy & Liberty

• Micah 6:8 — “He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?”

• Psalm 89:14 — “Justice and judgment are the habitation of thy throne: mercy and truth shall go before thy face.”

• Galatians 5:1 — “Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.”

Government & Authority Under God

• Romans 13:1 — “Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God.”

• Proverbs 29:2 — “When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice: but when the wicked beareth rule, the people mourn.”

The Bible stands—the eternal, sovereign Rock,

Rooted in God’s unchanging holy will.

Upon its covenant truth our Republic took stock,

Where law reflects the Author of all good and ill.

Not human reason alone, but divine decree,

Reveals the moral order, deep and wide:

Imago Dei in every soul we see,

The source of rights no government can override.

When storms of doubt or chaos shake the land,

This Book remains the anchor of the age—

Proclaiming justice tempered by mercy’s hand,

And human sin that turns each heart to cage.

It speaks of fallen nature, bent toward strife,

Yet offers grace that liberates and heals;

A framework for the state to guard each life,

Where liberty is gift, not human yield.

From Sinai’s thunder to the Sermon’s light,

Its dual covenant shapes the public square:

Creation’s dignity and conscience bright,

The rule of law that binds both rich and rare.

In Congress halls, in courts where verdicts ring,

Its unseen influence guards the fragile trust—

That governments of men must serve the King

Whose higher law redeems the unjust.

Without this Rock the pillars start to crack,

Republics fracture when their ethics stray.

But grounded in His Word, our union holds its track,

A beacon of ordered freedom’s shining ray.

So let us guard this cornerstone with care,

Return to it when vital choices call.

The Bible lifts our vision high and fair—

The Rock that makes our Republic strong and great.

The Liberation Of Looking From Self To Christ by Debbie Harris

28 Sunday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

In the quiet moments when the soul grows weary of its own reflection—when doubt, failure, and inner accusation crowd the heart—this poem was born. It is not the voice of one who has perfectly mastered the art of faith, but of a fellow pilgrim who has discovered the sweet liberation that comes when we stop staring into the broken mirrors of self and instead fix our eyes on Jesus.

The journey from self to Christ is not always dramatic; often it is a simple, daily turning. A choice to look away from our fluctuating feelings, imperfect efforts, and accusing whispers—and to look instead upon the Author and Finisher of our faith. In His suffering we find courage, in His cross we find forgiveness, in His resurrection we find hope, and in His glorious reign we find rest.

My prayer is that these lines might encourage you, as they have encouraged me, to lift your eyes. The freedom you long for is not found by trying harder to hold yourself together, but by beholding the One who already holds you.

May you know the deep peace that comes from looking unto Jesus.

With grace and affection,

The Poet

Hebrews 12:2

“Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.” (KJV)

When tempests howled and self-accusing night

Enshrouded every hope the pilgrim knew,

They turned from fractured mirrors of their plight

And fixed their eyes upon the One most true.

They saw the Saviour tread a path of thorns,

Enduring scorn with meek, unyielding grace;

For joy set high beyond the cross He bore,

He drank the cup and took the sinner’s place.

The ancient foe still whispered, “Gaze within,”

Yet faith rejected every inward snare,

And lifted high where crimson mercy streamed,

Where guilt dissolved in pure, redeeming air.

No merit earned, no feeling’s fleeting tide

Could anchor what the restless soul required;

For Christ the Author wrote salvation’s stride,

And Christ the Finisher its peace inspired.

They watched Him rise in resurrection light,

Victorious over grave and shadowed claim;

Their anxious fears dissolved before that sight,

As heaven’s Advocate now spoke their name.

When sorrow’s forge pressed heavy on the heart,

The pilgrim glimpsed the crown the Victor wore;

Revived by glory brighter than their smart,

They rose renewed to run the race once more.

No longer chained by self’s relentless voice,

They walked in freedom purchased by the Lamb;

Each dawn awakened with a heavenward choice,

Each night found rest beneath the Shepherd’s hand.

The cloud of witnesses looked on with song,

Encircling saints who ran the path before;

Yet every gaze, like this one’s, turned along

To Jesus—Alpha, Omega, evermore.

When earthly race and fleeting breath shall cease,

This soul shall stand where endless glory brims,

To see Him face to face in perfect peace,

And join the endless hymn that worships Him.

Lifting the Heart to Eternal Realms: A Sonnet upon Colossians 3:2 by Debbie Harris

26 Friday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

In a world that pulls our gaze downward—toward glittering distractions, fading treasures, and passing shadows—I offer these lines as a quiet invitation to look higher. May this sonnet stir your heart to fix its deepest affections where they truly belong: upon Christ, who sits enthroned above, and upon the eternal realities that outshine every earthly glory. Let these words be a compass when the dust of daily life threatens to cloud your vision.

With prayer and poetic affection,

The Poet

Colossians 3:2

Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth.

(King James Version)

Set not thy gaze upon the dust that gleams

In fleeting gold beneath the sinking sun,

Nor chase the moth-winged dreams that burst in seams

Of smoke and shadow when the chase is done.

Lift up thy heart where crystal rivers wind

Through fields of living light no eye hath seen,

Where crowns of amethyst and sapphire shine

On brows that death’s cold fingers never glean.

There, thrones of sapphire flame and seraphs’ wings

Beat hymns that shake the everlasting hills;

Here, earthly anchors rust and siren-sings

Fade like spent embers on forsaken sills.

O fix thy compass on the heights above—

Where Christ is seated, there alone is love.

“I Will Bless Those Who Bless Thee”: A Poetic Defense of Israel Against the Demonic Lie of Replacement Theology by Debbie Harris

26 Friday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

In these last days, when many voices within the visible church seek to allegorize away the plain words of Scripture, this poem stands as a humble yet unwavering declaration of biblical truth. The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob has not changed (Malachi 3:6). His covenants with the nation of Israel are everlasting, unconditional in their foundation, and rooted in His sovereign election of Abraham: “I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed” (Genesis 12:3).

Replacement theology — also known as supersessionism — is a demonic deception that has plagued segments of the Church for centuries. It falsely asserts that the Church has permanently replaced Israel as the recipient of God’s covenants, promises, and land. This teaching robs Israel of her distinct national identity and future, transfers her Abrahamic, Davidic, and New Covenant blessings to the Gentiles, and ultimately denies the literal fulfillment of hundreds of Old Testament prophecies concerning Israel’s restoration, regathering, and spiritual regeneration (see Ezekiel 36–37, Jeremiah 31, Amos 9:14–15, and Zechariah 12–14).

Yet the Apostle Paul, by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, directly refutes this error in Romans 11. He declares that God has not cast away His people whom He foreknew (v. 1–2). Israel’s partial hardening is temporary — “until the fullness of the Gentiles has come in” (v. 25). The natural branches, though broken off for a season through unbelief, remain beloved for the sake of the fathers. God’s gifts and calling are irrevocable (v. 29). We Gentile believers are wild olive branches grafted in by grace alone to share in the nourishing root of the patriarchs — not to replace the tree, but to partake alongside it. Paul warns us sternly: “Do not boast against the branches… remember it is not you who support the root, but the root supports you” (v. 18).

To love and bless Israel today is therefore an act of obedience to the unchanging God of the Bible. It is to align our hearts with His heart for the Jewish people, the land He calls His own (2 Chronicles 7:20), and the future day when “all Israel will be saved” (Romans 11:26) as the Deliverer comes out of Zion. It is to reject every proud theology that exalts the Church above the covenants God swore by His own name.

May these verses stir your heart to pray for the peace of Jerusalem (Psalm 122:6), to stand with the Jewish people against every form of antisemitism and theological erasure, and to walk humbly as a grateful graft — rejoicing that one day Jew and Gentile together will worship the King of kings in the fullness of His redemptive plan.

With prayerful conviction and love for the God of Israel,

The Poet

Scriptural Foundation

• Genesis 12:3 — “And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed.”

• Genesis 17:7-8 — God establishes an “everlasting covenant” with Abraham and his seed after him, giving them the land of Canaan “for an everlasting possession.”

• Malachi 3:6 — “For I am the LORD, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.”

• Romans 11:1-2 — “I say then, Hath God cast away his people? God forbid. For I also am an Israelite… God hath not cast away his people which he foreknew.”

• Romans 11:11, 17-18, 24 — Israel’s fall brought salvation to the Gentiles, yet wild olive branches are grafted in to share the root; we are warned not to boast against the natural branches.

• Romans 11:25-29 — “Blindness in part is happened to Israel, until the fulness of the Gentiles be come in. And so all Israel shall be saved… As touching the election, they are beloved for the fathers’ sakes. For the gifts and calling of God are without repentance.”

• Psalm 122:6 — “Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee.”

• Ezekiel 36:24-28 & 37:21-22 — God promises to regather Israel from the nations, cleanse them, give them a new heart, and make them one nation in the land.

• Jeremiah 31:35-37 — The ordinances of the sun, moon, and stars must fail before God casts off the seed of Israel forever.

• Zechariah 12:10 & 14:4 — Israel will look upon Him whom they pierced and mourn; the Lord will return to the Mount of Olives.

Those who bless Israel, the Lord’s own vine,

Shall find His hand outstretched in favor sure;

For thus He spoke to Abram’s chosen line:

“I will bless them that bless thee, evermore.”

No Gentile church usurps her sacred place,

Nor claims the title God to Jacob gave;

Replacement theology—that foul disgrace,

The demonic lie that Israel God forsook.

It teaches Christ’s own people are cast out,

Their covenants transferred to Gentile hands;

It steals the land, the promises, the shout

Of prophets who foretold her future stands.

This dark deception twists the sacred page,

Declaring God has changed His holy mind;

Yet Romans eleven thunders through the age:

“God has not cast away His people—blind

They are for now, but not forever lost.”

Wild olives, grafted by amazing grace,

Draw life from roots the patriarchs once knew;

They share the sap within the noble place,

But never boast against the branches true.

The natural boughs, though broken for a time,

Remain beloved for the fathers’ sake;

His gifts and calling stand through every clime—

He will restore the nation He did make.

All who uphold her walls with prayer and deed,

Who love her people, land, and holy name,

Walk in the blessing Scripture has decreed—

Abundance, peace, and heaven’s shielding flame.

O universal truth from ages past:

The God of Israel never shifts or lies;

Replacement’s poison cannot make Him cast

His sworn eternal word before our eyes.

Grafted believers, humble in your role,

Do not exalt above the root that feeds;

For Israel’s future glory shall console

The nations when the King of kings intercedes.

Thus every soul that stands with Jacob’s seed

And honors what the Lord has sworn to keep,

Receives the covenantal joy indeed—

Life from the dead, when all the world shall weep.

To love His Israel is to love His throne,

To bless her is to dwell beneath His smile;

The Bible’s promise stands for God alone—

Unchanged, eternal, through each testing mile.

Salt and Light in the Last Days: Watchmen Warning, Trumpeting Salvation’s Call by Debbie Harris

23 Tuesday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

In these darkening days, when the signs of the times press heavy upon us—like this recent Iran deal that has left so many faithful hearts discouraged and Israel feeling betrayed by allies—we must remember our calling. I write not from despair but from burning hope. We are called to live as salt and light—preserving truth, shining amid decay—while our hearts remain fixed on a Kingdom not of this world. Our hope is not in shifting alliances or earthly powers, but in the unchanging God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. He who watches over Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps.

Do not lose heart. May these lines stir you to stand boldly: loving what God loves, hating what He hates, watching on the wall, warning against evil, and trumpeting the glorious Gospel louder still while time remains. The King is coming. Let us be found faithful.

With urgency and affection,

The Poet

In this dark age our feet yet tread the sod,

Yet hope abides not here where empires fall;

As salt we season, preserve the path of God,

Though not of this world—our true home is all.

More in the Word, less in its fleeting tide,

We walk as strangers, pilgrims through the night;

The miry clay cannot our souls abide,

For heaven’s call outshines its false delight.

End-time scrolls unroll their solemn page:

Nations conspire, betraying Israel’s vine;

They scorn the covenant, inflame their rage—

Yet we remain, as salt, by grace divine.

We flavor truth where decay would claim the day,

Loving what God loves and hating what He hates;

We take our stand against the evil’s sway,

And shine as beacons ‘gainst the gathering storm.

May we be watchmen, watchwomen on the wall,

Warning all against the evils of the day;

Yet trumpeting salvation’s glorious call,

For time is short—the signs upon the earth obey.

Not bound by earthly crowns that rot away,

Our citizenship is where the angels form;

The fig tree greens, the birth pangs multiply,

Wars thunder loud, false prophets fill the air.

But we, preserved by Him who cannot die,

Proclaim His coming—bright, beyond compare;

So let us shine as salt upon the land,

In this world present, yet from it set free.

Our King approaches with the trumpet’s grand—

Redeemed, restored, for all eternity.

Fix eyes on glory past the temporal fray,

Where salt finds purpose in the Savior’s hand;

Not of this realm, yet salt till break of day—

In Christ our hope, the Rock on which we stand.

A Song of Redeemed Delight by Debbie Harris

21 Sunday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the Poet’s Heart

I write not from lofty towers, but from the quiet wonder of one who has herself been caught in the embrace of this heavenly song. In a world quick to condemn and slow to celebrate, I longed to lift up the truth that our Savior does not merely tolerate us—He delights in us.

This poem is my offering: a small echo of the magnificent anthem He sings over every weary, forgiven, royal child of grace. May these words quiet the noise of accusation, still the lies of unworthiness, and awaken fresh joy in your soul.

You are not forgotten.

You are not rejected.

You are sung over with holy, exuberant love.

Listen. Rest. Rejoice.

With affection and awe,

The Poet

Zephaniah 3:17 (KJV)

The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.

There is a song of redeemed delight,

Sung over you, O precious child of grace—

A melody woven with golden threads,

Diamond notes and pearls of holy embrace.

Not the world’s cold dirge of disdain,

Nor the enemy’s accusing refrain,

But heaven’s exuberant, triumphant strain,

Poured forth by the Redeemer’s own sweet voice.

He sings of love that never fades,

Of mercy that washes every stain,

Of forgiveness that sets the captive free,

And royal heirship—your true identity.

The Lord your God is in your midst,

A Mighty One who saves and lifts.

He rejoices over you with gladness bright,

Quiets you with love, exults with singing light.

No condemnation in this sacred song,

Only delight where the redeemed belong.

So listen, child—let your heart be still,

Rest, rejoice, and stand in awe of His will.

For your Savior delights in you, His own,

Royally redeemed, forever known.

The song of delight rings eternal and true—

Beloved, it is sung over you.

You are delighted in.

You are sung over.

You are amazingly loved.

Hallelujah! 🎶✨

Through Jesus Christ We Behold Eternal Sunshine: A Hymn of Grace Celebrating the Cross, the Empty Tomb, and the Glorious Light of the Lamb by Debbie Harris

21 Sunday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the poet’s heart:

In these lines I have sought to echo the thunderous joy of Charles Spurgeon, that prince of preachers who ever lifted high the Sun of Righteousness. May this humble verse stir your soul to fix its gaze upon Jesus Christ, in whom alone we find eternal sunshine—unclouded, unending, and freely given to every weary pilgrim who trusts in Him. Read it slowly, aloud if you can, and let the ancient truths shine afresh in your spirit.

Grace and peace be yours in abundance through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Malachi 4:2 (KJV)

But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.

In realms where tempests rage and shadows creep,

Where sin’s dark clouds their heavy burdens heap,

A radiant beam from heaven’s throne descends—

Through Jesus Christ, eternal sunshine bends!

Behold the cross, a tree of wondrous grace,

Where blood-red rivers wash the sinner’s face;

Its arms outstretched like golden rays unfurled,

Illuminate the weary, broken world.

No more the night of guilt’s oppressive gloom,

No more the frost of death’s impending doom—

The Sun of Righteousness arises bright,

With healing wings that chase away the night.

See how the valleys bloom in verdant green,

Where once the thorns of sorrow pierced unseen;

The desert hearts, once parched and cracked with pain,

Now drink the living streams of heaven’s rain.

Mountains of doubt dissolve in morning light,

As crystal dews of mercy kiss the height;

The lily pure, the rose of Sharon fair,

Proclaim His glory in the fragrant air.

O soul adrift on oceans wild and vast,

Where waves of trial crash and thunder blast—

Lift up thine eyes! The Pilot stands serene,

His voice commands the storm to calm, serene.

Through Jesus Christ, the skies forever blue,

Eternal sunshine bathes the ransomed few;

No eclipse dims the Lamb upon the throne,

Whose glory lights the city as His own.

The pilgrim’s path, though rugged, gleams with gold,

Each step a jewel in the crown foretold;

The ancient gates of pearl swing open wide,

Revealing pastures where the saints abide.

No winter’s chill, no autumn’s fading leaf,

But spring eternal, free from pain and grief—

In robes of white, beneath the endless day,

We bask forever in His shining ray.

Come, burdened one, beneath the yoke of care,

Lay down thy load; the Saviour’s yoke is fair.

His gentle hand will lead through fields of peace,

Where sorrows end and joys forever increase.

The chains of fear that bound the captive soul

Now melt like frost before His bright control;

In liberty divine, the spirit sings,

And soars on wings of love beneath His wings.

See heaven’s throne, where crystal rivers flow,

And trees of life in endless summer grow;

No need of sun or moon to give their light,

The Lamb Himself dispels all shades of night.

The ransomed throng in white arrayed proclaim,

“Worthy the Lamb that once for sinners slain!”

Their voices blend in everlasting praise,

Through endless ages, in undimmed blaze.

O death, where is thy sting? Thy victory lost!

The grave no more can claim its chilling frost.

For He who rose triumphant from the tomb

Has turned our midnight into endless noon.

The former things have passed, forgotten, gone;

Behold, all things are new in morning’s dawn.

Through Jesus Christ, the Victor over all,

Eternal sunshine crowns both great and small.

Awake, my soul, and sing this joyful strain,

Let every tongue repeat the glad refrain:

Through Jesus Christ, the Light that knows no end,

The King whose throne the heavens vast defend.

Come, weary one, and taste this joy divine—

Eternal sunshine, yours and ever mine!

No cloud shall dim, no storm shall ever rise,

In Christ alone our sun forever shines.

If Deliverance Delays for the People of Esther and Mordecai: The Iranian Serpent Reigns — Defined by Darkness by Debbie Harris

18 Thursday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

These words were written with trembling hands and a heavy heart. In the spirit of Esther and Mordecai, this poem gives voice to a people once more standing beneath gallows raised by those who seek their total destruction. The demonic Muslim-led regime in Iran is a present terror, boasting annihilation while the world often turns away.

Yet I write with unshaken hope: the same Jesus who cast out demons, who broke the power of hell, and who rose victorious over every dark throne still reigns. His authority is greater than any serpent, any regime, any blood-red crescent. Even if deliverance tarries, the Lion of Judah — Jesus the Messiah — will have the final word. The night may devour for a season, but it cannot overcome the One who has already conquered sin, death, and every demonic force.

Pray with the remnant. Fast and cry out. Jesus holds the scroll of history and the keys of hell itself.

With solemn hope anchored in Christ,

The Poet

In shadowed chambers where the gallows loom,

The seed of Esther and Mordecai arise.

Beneath a tyrant’s blood-red crescent moon,

They lift their prayers against demonic skies.

Haman’s heirs in tunnels dark and deep,

With rocket’s shriek and suicide’s embrace,

Have sworn the ancient covenant to break

And blot out Jacob’s name from every place.

Yet sackcloth hearts in hidden rooms still fast,

Mothers, children, elders on their knees;

Their whispered pleas through tear and smoke ascend—

For if deliverance delays, what tragedy?

If freedom tarries, demonic horror reigns:

The serpent’s spawn will feast on blood and bone,

Cities turned to ash, the innocent slain,

A Holocaust renewed beneath their throne.

Mordecai still paces sleepless walls,

Esther dons her royal robes of faith;

“No accident this terror’s bitter hour—

For such a time as this,” the Spirit saith.

The serpent regime coils with poison breath,

Boasting death from Gaza’s pits to Tehran’s throne;

Yet Heaven’s ledger may still turn—or not—

The God of Purim sits upon His own.

O remnant of the Star and Shield, hold fast!

The dice of Haman roll across the land,

We do not know if freedom comes at last,

Or if the night devours us—yet defines us where we stand.

Sing, O Israel, though the night is long,

The scroll of Esther burns within your veins;

Each tefillah a hammer on the strong,

Each Shabbat candle breaks what darkness gains.

The Lion of Judah stirs—yet may stay still,

His roar withheld behind the veil of flame;

What man devised for evil, God alone will will—

Reversal dawns… or else the darkness claims.

From crimson banners torn and gallows built,

The wicked laugh upon the swords they drew;

Devoured or delivered, this trial defines us through and through—

We do not know if freedom comes… yet still we cry, O God, turn the plot… or we die.

**O Jesus, turn the plot—our hope is in Your might!**

The Silent Tragedy: When the Word Sin Is Eradicated from a Culture by Debbie Harris

06 Saturday Jun 2026

Posted by in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational

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Dear Reader,

From the poet:

In an age that has quietly erased the word sin from its vocabulary, I offer this poem not as condemnation, but as a solemn reminder and an urgent invitation. Once we lose the honest naming of our rebellion against God and His good order, we also lose the path to true forgiveness and restoration.

May these lines stir the conscience, awaken the heart, and turn every soul toward the only One who can save us from our sins—Jesus Christ our Lord.

Will you and I be among those who still dare to call sin sin, and thereby point a broken world to the Savior?

In elder days when thunder voiced the Law

And prophets walked the flinty roads of old,

The word sin rang as iron on the soul—

A blade that clove the heart, a bell of gold

That tolled repentance ere the grave grew cold.

Now from the common tongue the word is fled,

Like some archaic curse no longer named.

The pulpits soften, courts declare it dead,

And schools instruct the young: “No soul is blamed.”

All acts are neutral flowers, self-blessed, untamed.

O tragic void! Where once the pilgrim knelt

Beneath the weight of wrong and cried for grace,

Now mirrors only flatter, conscience melts

Into a mist of “feelings,” “choice,” and “space.”

No fall remains; thus no redemption waits.

The ancient bards knew better. Homer sang

Of wrath that spoiled the host and felled the brave;

Virgil beheld the guilty shades who clang

Their chains in Tartarus, unshriven, save

By memory of trespass and the grave.

Dante, fierce Florentine, with measured tread

Descended hell’s nine circles, naming each

By sin’s true name—fraud, lust, pride, the dread

Of treason’s frozen lake. No gentle speech

Could blunt the horror; truth alone could teach.

Milton, blind but seeing, raised his song

To justify the ways of God to men,

And showed how one transgression, vast and strong,

Brought death and all our woe. Yet even then

The greater arc of mercy rose again.

But strip away the word and what remains?

A culture sleek with self, where every vice

Is rechristened “lifestyle,” “identity,” or “gains.”

No prodigal returns; no broken cries

Ascend. The temple stands, but God’s house lies

In ruins of the tongue. The heart grows coarse,

Untroubled by the stain it will not see.

Ambition swells to empire without remorse,

And cruelty wears the mask of liberty.

The final darkness falls—yet no one flees.

Restore the word, sharp as a surgeon’s knife,

That cuts the canker out before it kills.

Let sin once more awaken mortal strife

Between the soul and its rebellious will,

Till humbled knees recall the ancient skill

Of seeking pardon. Only then may rise

The triumph of the Cross that ends all pain:

Forgiveness purchased at Redemption’s price,

Where sin confessed is washed in crimson rain,

And man, once fallen, stands upright again.

Will you and I be those who call sin sin,

Thereby pointing all to the Savior strong—

Who saves lost souls from every stain within

Through Jesus Christ our Lord, the endless song

Of grace that makes the broken whole, restored.