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The Tragic Fall Of Sanctity In The Blessed Church by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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A whispering fiend, with malice soft and sly,
Unravels threads of faith once tightly spun,
Its shadowed claws beneath a starless sky,
Deface the vows to which our souls had clung.

The altar cracks, where once the light was sown,
By demon hands that mock the holy writ,
A chilling wind through sacred halls has blown,
And left the heart of man in gloom to sit.

The hymns grow faint, their echoes torn apart,
As doubt, a serpent, coils within the mind,
Yet still some embers glow within the heart,
A spark divine no darkness can unbind.

Though faith’s grand tower quakes and demons leer,
The soul’s deep root defies their reign of fear.

The Fall Of Sacred Pillars by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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A whispering fiend, with malice soft and sly,
Unravels threads of faith once tightly spun,
Its shadowed claws beneath a starless sky,
Deface the vows to which our souls had clung.

The altar cracks, where once the light was sown,
By demon hands that mock the holy writ,
A chilling wind through sacred halls has blown,
And left the heart of man in gloom to sit.

The hymns grow faint, their echoes torn apart,
As doubt, a serpent, coils within the mind,
Yet still some embers glow within the heart,
A spark divine no darkness can unbind.

Though faith’s grand tower quakes and demons leer,
The soul’s deep root defies their reign of fear.

Israel’s Sacred Glory: The Precious State Of Israel By Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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Beneath the sun where ancient rivers flow,
A land of milk and honey softly gleams,
Through time’s deep vale, where prophets’ voices grow,
A precious state awakes from sacred dreams.

Her hills stand firm, with olive branches crowned,
Her cities hum with life, both old and new,
In desert sands, a nation’s heart is found,
Where skies of azure bless the chosen few.

Though storms may rage and shadows seek to fall,
Her spirit shines, unyielding, bright, and free,
A beacon built by hands both great and small,
Enduring still through all eternity.

So let us sing of Israel’s tender grace,
A jewel of hope in time and boundless space.

The Unseen Journey: From Hearing to Doing by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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A whisper curls through morning’s fragile veil,
The Word unfurls, a flame no winds assail,
Yet ears alone, entranced, may weave a tale—
A shroud of self, where truth begins to fail.

For hearers stand before a glassy stream,
Their faces caught in ripples soft and still,
A fleeting gaze, a shadow’s idle dream—
They turn, and lose the visage of their will.

Like men who see, yet blindly walk astray,
Forgetting forms the mirror once confessed,
They drift through mists of unremembered day,
Deceived by hearts that cradle sweet unrest.

But doers rise, their souls a tempered blade,
No echoes hoard their zeal in hollow caves,
With hands they rend the veil that hearing made,
And build where stagnant spirits dig their graves.

The earth responds—the mountains bow, the seas,
A symphony of stone and tide awake,
Each deed a note, each step a bold decree,
The Word alive in all they undertake.

Through storm and flame, their vision holds its gleam,
No glass can dim the fire that they bear,
A cathedral soars where once was but a beam—
Its spires pierce the sky with answered prayer.

So let the heavens roar, the stars align,
A crescendo vast, where faith and act entwine,
For those who forge the Word in life’s design,
Eternal light through mortal hands shall shine.

The Forge Of Deeds by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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Beneath the vaulted sky, a whisper hums,
A silver thread of dawn through shadows spun,
The Word ignites—alive, a embered drum,
And bids the soul to rise, to chase the sun.

Not ears alone shall cradle sacred sound,
Nor hearts grow fat on echoes richly sown,
For truth, a seed, lies dormant in the ground—
Unplowed, unworked, its bloom remains unknown.

Behold the hands, those heralds of the will,
That carve the stone and bend the iron’s frame,
They dance with dust upon the windswept hill,
And etch in flesh what tongues alone proclaim.

The river roars, a mirror to the call,
Its currents cleave the earth in ceaseless might,
So too the doer heeds, forsakes the stall,
And wields the day against the shroud of night.

Through tempest’s howl, through flame’s unyielding stare,
The Word takes root in sinew, sweat, and stride,
A cathedral grows where once stood empty air—
Its spires ascend where faith and act collide.

No longer bound to benches carved of pine,
Nor lulled by hymns that drift on idle breath,
The soul unfurls, a banner made divine,
A living creed that triumphs over death.

So let the chorus swell, the heavens rend,
A crescendo vast, of purpose fiercely free,
For those who do, the stars themselves descend,
To crown their works with light eternally.

Sonnet Of The Trumpet’s Call: The Rapture by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words.

I Thessalonians 4: 13-18 (KJV)

Let not your hearts be shadowed by despair,
O brethren, for the ones who sleep in peace,
Their silence holds a promise, pure and fair—
Through Christ, their souls shall find a sweet release.

For as He died and rose, defying death,
So too shall those who rest in Him arise,
When heaven splits with shout and holy breath,
The archangel’s voice shall pierce the skies.

A trumpet sounds, the Lord descends in might,
The dead in Christ shall first ascend on high,
Then we, still clad in mortal day and night,
Shall join them in the clouds, no more to sigh.

Eternal with our Lord, in air we’ll stand,
A hope unshaken, held by His command.

Faith Cometh By Hearing And Hearing By the Word Of God by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God. 

Romans 10:17 (KJV)

By hearing wakes the soul to faith’s embrace,
A whisper soft, yet mighty in its call,
The word of God unfolds with boundless grace,
Through mortal ears, it echoes to enthrall.

No eye beholds the seed that stirs within,
Yet sound alone can plant the heart’s desire,
A sacred voice redeems us from our sin,
And lifts us high on wings of holy fire.

Each syllable resounds with truth divine,
A testament to power ever near,
The deafened soul begins to intertwine
With promises that conquer doubt and fear.

So faith, by hearing, blooms where words are sown,
And God’s own voice claims hearts as His alone.

The Ulitmate Strength Is Found In Jesus Christ Alone by Debbie Harris

21 Friday Feb 2025

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Through trials deep and mountains high,
With faith, we rise, we touch the sky.
His strength within, a steady stream,
Christ lifts us up to stand supreme.

When shadows fall and doubts take hold,
His power turns the weak to bold.
In every step, through joy or strife,
His living might sustains our life.

Jesus Christ Is Our Eternal Rock And Resting Place by Debbie Harris

20 Thursday Feb 2025

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He is the Rock, His work is perfect; For all His ways are justice, A God of truth and without injustice; Righteous and upright is He.

Deuteronomy 32:4 (KJV)

Upon the storms of life, where tempests roar,
Our fragile hearts seek refuge from the fray,
A steadfast stone stands firm on heaven’s shore,
Where Christ, our Rock, turns night to endless day.
The winds may howl, the floods may rise and sweep,
Yet on this foundation, we abide,
His strength eternal, solid, sure, and deep,
A fortress where our trembling souls reside.
No quake can rend what grace has set in place,
No shadow dims the light His love provides,
For in His wounds, we find our resting space,
A cornerstone where hope forever hides.
So let us sing, though earthly trials press,
Christ is our Rock, our peace, our righteousness.

When Empathy Becomes Sin by Debbie Harris

20 Thursday Feb 2025

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The heart, a lantern soft with golden glow,
Extends its beams to cradle others’ pain,
A river weeps where thorny brambles grow,
Its waters stained with crimson drops like rain.
Yet in this flood, a shadow coils and creeps,
A serpent born of kindness stretched too thin,
Through misty vales where burdened silence weeps,
The soul’s bright flame turns ashen, cold within.
A mother kneels, her arms a fragile nest,
Embracing shards of glass from strangers’ woe,
Her blood runs quiet, unseen, unconfessed,
While stars above in judgment coldly glow.
When empathy devours the self, we find
A sin in love—a noose of gentle kind.