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The Two-Edged Word: Refusing the Counterfeit Gospel in the Laodicean Hour by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note

I wrote The Unbowed Counsel in the shadow of the prophets and apostles, conscious that the Church stands at a perilous hour much like Laodicea—lukewarm, rich in self-deception, yet wretched, miserable, poor, blind, and naked (Revelation 3:14–22). The poem is no mere literary exercise; it is a lamentation and a trumpet blast drawn from the whole counsel of God (Acts 20:27).

At its core burns the tension that modern sensibilities most dislike: the coincidentia oppositorum of divine attributes—the terrifying holiness of the Judge and the astonishing tenderness of the Saviour in one Triune God. “Our God is a consuming fire” (Hebrews 12:29; Deuteronomy 4:24) is not metaphor but reality; yet the same fire kindled the bush that was not consumed (Exodus 3) and was poured out upon the Son so that mercy might triumph over judgment (James 2:13). To excise either pole is to preach another gospel (Galatians 1:6–9).

The “anodynes of ease” are the opiates of therapeutic religion—smooth words that soothe the conscience without slaying the old man (Romans 6:6). They echo the false prophets who cried “Peace, peace” when there was no peace (Jeremiah 6:14; Ezekiel 13), offering a crossless grace that costs nothing and therefore redeems nothing. True grace, as Dietrich Bonhoeffer once warned, is costly because it cost God the blood of His Son. It demands repentance (metanoia—a total turning), mortification of sin, and conformity to the crucified and risen Christ.

The structure moves deliberately from diagnosis (the counterfeit gospel) through confrontation (the unbowed Word) to doxology (the mystery of wrath and mercy meeting at the cross). Every image is soaked in Scripture: the two-edged sword (Hebrews 4:12), the winepress (Isaiah 63:3; Revelation 19:15), the midnight cry (Matthew 25:6), the fan in the Judge’s hand (Matthew 3:12), the garments dipped in blood (Revelation 19:13), and the final trumpet that shall raise the dead and bow every knee (1 Corinthians 15:52; Philippians 2:10–11).I have chosen elevated, archaic-tinged diction not for ornament but for gravity—to echo the King James cadence that shaped the English-speaking Church for centuries. The poem refuses the therapeutic and the sentimental because the Bible refuses them. It insists that the same Lion who will roar in judgment is the Lamb who was slain. Only those who tremble at His Word (Isaiah 66:2) will find refuge beneath His wings.

If the lines wound, let them wound unto healing.


If they offend, let the offense be the offense of the cross (Galatians 5:11).


For in the end, there is no other Name, no other Gospel, and no other way to stand in that Day than clothed in the righteousness of Another.

Soli Deo gloria.
— The Poet

The Two-Edged Word & Power of Scripture

Hebrews 4:12
For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.

Revelation 1:16
And he had in his right hand seven stars: and out of his mouth went a sharp twoedged sword: and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength.

Ephesians 6:17
And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

Lukewarm / Laodicean Church & Counterfeit Gospel

Revelation 3:15-17
I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth. Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked.

2 Timothy 4:3-4
For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.

Jeremiah 6:14
They have healed also the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace.

Holiness, Judgment & the Fear of God

Hebrews 12:29
For our God is a consuming fire.

Hebrews 10:31
It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.

Malachi 3:2
But who may abide the day of his coming? and who shall stand when he appeareth? for he is like a refiner’s fire, and like fullers’ soap.

Call to Repentance & Awakening

Acts 17:30-31
And the times of this ignorance God winked at; but now commandeth all men every where to repent: Because he hath appointed a day, in the which he will judge the world in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained; whereof he hath given assurance unto all men, in that he hath raised him from the dead.

Revelation 3:19
As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.

Ephesians 5:14
Wherefore he saith, Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light.

Full Counsel of God

Acts 20:27
For I have not shunned to declare unto you all the counsel of God.Wrath & Mercy at the CrossRomans 3:25-26
Whom God hath set forth to be a propitiation through faith in his blood, to declare his righteousness for the remission of sins that are past, through the forbearance of God; To declare, I say, at this time his righteousness: that he might be just, and the justifier of him which believeth in Jesus.

Romans 11:22
Behold therefore the goodness and severity of God: on them which fell, severity; but toward thee, goodness, if thou continue in his goodness: otherwise thou also shalt be cut off.

Psalm 85:10
Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other.

O Age of silken sermons, honeyed lies,
Where pulpits peddle anodynes of ease—
A Christ recast in pastel sympathies,
Who never thunders, never wounds to heal.
Thy gospel is a mirror, bright and bland,
Reflecting back the self in flattering light;
No Sinai-smoke, no blood upon the lintel,
No narrow gate, no terror of the Night.

Yet stands the Word, undimmed, a two-edged blade,
That pierces joints and marrow, soul and spirit.
The Holy One whose eyes are flames of fire
Beholds the heart’s deep treachery unbidden.
“Be holy, for I AM,” the thunder cries
From burning bush through prophets’ scalding lips,
From Calvary’s cry to Patmos’ rolling skies—
The Judge who weighs the nations in His fist.

Where is the preaching that makes sinners quake?
The hammer on the rock of stony pride?
The arrow sharp that finds the conscience’ wake
And drives the soul, undone, to Christ’s pierced side?
Instead they chant of “journeys,” “best life now,”
Of love that never grieves, of wrath long dead.
A cross without its scandal, without its vow:
“Take up and follow”—or be spewed instead.

Awake, thou slumbering watchman on the wall!
The Bridegroom comes at midnight unawares.
His fan is in His hand; the chaff shall fall;
His winepress trod alone, His garments fair
With blood of grapes and blood of rebel kings.
No plea of culture, context, or of “grace”
Shall stay the sentence when the trumpet rings
And every hidden thing finds its true place.

Yet in that blaze of unrelenting light
Shines mercy’s mystery, deeper than the sea:
The Lamb once slain stands risen, robed in white,
Whose wounds cry louder than Golgotha’s plea.
He bore the cup thou couldst not taste and live;
He drank the dregs of wrath reserved for thee.
Repent—O ragged, ruined, ransomed slave—
And rise, clothed in His righteousness, set free.

This is the Gospel whole, unmaimed, untamed:
Both Judge most terrible and Saviour mild.
It slays the old man, burns away the stained,
Then quickens dust to glory undefiled.
Let modern prophets tremble, scribes grow pale;
Let soft assemblies hear the ancient roar.
The Lion of Judah breaks the seven seals—
Prepare thy soul. The Judge stands at the door.

He comes. He comes.
And every knee shall bow.

Closing Prayer

O Holy and Terrible God, consuming Fire and Wounded Lamb, we come trembling yet bold through the blood of the Lamb. Forgive us for peddling anodynes of ease while Thy two-edged Word lies sheathed. We have grown lukewarm and called it grace. Awaken us, pierce our hearts, and grant us godly sorrow that leads to repentance. Raise up faithful voices who will declare the whole counsel of God without shame. Clothe us in the righteousness of Christ alone. Let the Lion of Judah roar again through Thy Church, that when Thou appearest we may lift up our heads in joy and not be ashamed. Come quickly, Lord Jesus, and first come search us, refine us, and possess us wholly. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost we pray. Amen.

Defy the Destroyer: Sin Destroys, Keep His Holy Ways by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

Evil is on the rise. In these last days, the mystery of iniquity works with ever greater power, lawlessness abounds, and the love of many grows cold. Sin no longer hides in shadow but parades openly, cloaked in the garments of liberty while dragging souls into captivity. It is a tragic hour: nations reel, hearts harden, consciences sear, and immortal souls perish by the thousands.

Like the prophets of old, I cry aloud: sin is no gentle deceiver but the ancient serpent, the very mystery of iniquity that wars against the soul. It flatters with the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, promising freedom while forging chains of death. From Eden to this present darkness, sin destroys, sin kills, sin ruins — both the hidden man of the heart and the mightiest kingdoms of men.

Yet the Gospel thunders with greater power: “The wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” Therefore, arise and shake off the dust! Repent, believe, and run to the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world. Keep His holy commandments, walk in the narrow way that leads to life, and abide in the Vine who alone can make you clean. Choose this day whom you will serve — sin unto death, or Christ unto righteousness and everlasting joy.

The night is far spent, the day is at hand. The Judge stands at the door. Flee to the Cross while mercy may still be found.

In solemn fear and fervent hope,
The Poet

Romans 6:23 – For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Romans 5:20 – Moreover the law entered, that the offence might abound. But where sin abounded, grace did much more abound.

2 Thessalonians 2:7 – For the mystery of iniquity doth already work…

Matthew 24:12 – And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold.

Isaiah 5:20 – Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil…

Ezekiel 33:11 – …Turn ye, turn ye from your evil ways; for why will ye die…

John 3:16 – For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Acts 4:12 – Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.

Proverbs 14:12 – There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.

Matthew 7:13-14 – Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction… Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life…

Hebrews 9:27 – And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment.

Joshua 24:15 – …choose you this day whom ye will serve…

In midnight’s vault where sin its feast prepares—
Immorality’s mask on every face,
The rebel will that every virtue dares,
The poison sweet that soils the soul’s pure grace—

It whispers lust and greed in honeyed tone,
Pride’s venom’d crown and wrath’s devouring flame,
With lies that turn the upright heart to stone
And trade immortal hope for fleeting shame.

Arise, O soul! Defy this inward foe,
Though every sense be stormed by siren lies;
Let not immorality’s chains thee overthrow,
Nor barter heaven’s dawn for twilight’s prize.

For sin, the thief in angel’s borrowed light,
Hath quenched great souls and toppled empires high,
Unravelled lives through immorality’s night,
And left but hollow ruins ‘neath the sky.

Yet they who stand, though thunder rends the sky
And hell itself unleashes blackest tide,
Uphold the light no darkness can defy—
The deathless flame that death cannot divide.

O mortal, hear and choose this very hour:
Sin destroys, kills, ruins—flee its power!
Choose life eternal, run to Christ the King,
Keep His holy ways—the path that leads to life.

Closing Prayer

Heavenly Father,

We come before You in the name of Your Son, Jesus Christ. You see the heaviness of this world and the rise of evil in our day. Sin destroys, kills, and ruins, yet Your mercy is greater. Thank You that where sin abounded, grace has much more abounded.

Lord, awaken hearts that are sleeping. Convict those walking in darkness. Draw the weary, the broken, and the rebellious to the foot of the Cross. Help us to repent, to run to Christ, and to keep Your holy ways — the narrow path that leads to life.

Strengthen every reader who encounters this poem. Give them courage to stand against sin and boldness to point others to the Savior. May Your Holy Spirit move through these words and bring many into Your Kingdom.

We give You all we have, Lord — our lives, our words, our time, and our influence. Use us for Your glory.

In the mighty, matchless name of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior, we pray.

Amen.

O Earth Defiled – The Reprobate Age: Where Souls Forsake God and Delight in Their Own Damnation by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

I have not written these lines to amuse, nor to provoke idle debate. I have written them because the Spirit of the age grows thick with the very abominations Paul set forth in the first chapter of Romans, and the time for polite silence has passed.

We live in the open fulfillment of that dread indictment: a world that has deliberately cast God from its knowledge, and in return has been given over to a reprobate mind. What was once hidden in the shadows now parades in daylight, clothed in the garments of pride and celebrated with thunderous applause. Vice is no longer ashamed — it demands affirmation. Truth is no longer silenced — it is hunted.

This poem is a lamentation and a warning. It does not rejoice in the darkness, but it will not lie about it. If the words burn, it is because the reality they describe is already burning.

May the same God who gave men over to reprobation also grant them grace to repent, before the cup of wrath overflows and the final accounting begins.

In solemn witness,
The Poet

O Earth, defiled! O blind and reeling sphere,
Where once the Eternal stamped His image clear,
Now men have flung the knowledge of their God
Like refuse to the dogs, and in its stead
Have crowned the Abyss. Therefore the Almighty Hand
Hath loosed the reins: He gives them o’er, He gives!
To reprobate minds, to furnaces of night,
Where every spark of rectitude is quenched.

Behold the plague! Unrighteousness runs black
As pitch through every vein of mortal kind.
Fornication struts naked in the streets,
Crowned queen, and calls her filthiness delight.
Wickedness laughs from thrones of stolen gold;
Covetousness gnaws the bones of nations whole;
Malice, with serpent tongue, whispers and smiles;
Envy, green-eyed, devours her own brood.

Murder walks masked in robes of policy,
Debate is endless war with words for blades,
Deceit hath built her temples out of lies,
And malignity suckles at the breast
Of every infant soul. Whisperers swarm
Like flies on carrion; backbiters flay alive
The reputations of the upright few.
Haters of God lift high their brazen horns,
Proud boasters thunder, “We are gods ourselves!”
Inventors of all evil, ever new,
Disobedient spawn who trample hoary heads,
Without a drop of natural affection left—
Implacable as stone, unmerciful as

Hell.No understanding dwells within their skulls,
No covenant holds, no mercy tempers wrath.
They know—yes, they know—the judgment of the Lord,
That death is wages earned by such as these,
Yet not content with ruin of their own,
They clap, they cheer, they crown the very worst,
They celebrate the monster and the whore,
They feast upon the corpse of dying truth
And call the banquet progress, liberty, light.

This is our hour. Reprobate minds abound,
They rule the councils, they infest the schools,
They poison every fountain of the young,
They strut upon the stages, leer from screens,
They legislate abominations bold
And punish those who name them what they are.
The whole world groans beneath the iron yoke
Of minds delivered up to vomit filth
And call it freedom, minds that love the dark
More dearly than the soul that made the stars.

O dreadful spectacle! O terminal age!
Where good is crucified afresh each dawn,
Where evil wears the purple and the crown,
Where conscience is a relic, mercy weak,
And man, once little lower than the gods,
Crawls lower than the beasts that perish not.

Yet tremble, tyrants of the reprobate heart—
The Judge hath marked the measure of your days.
The cup of wrath is filling, drop by drop,
With every boast, with every shameless rite.
Repent or perish. Turn ye, turn ye now,
Before the heavens crack, before the fire
Consumes the stubble of your vaunted pride,
And leaves behind but ashes and His Name.

This age is Romans One made visible—
The wrath of God revealed from heaven plain
Against all who hold truth in unrighteousness.
Reprobate minds are everywhere.
And hell applauds.

Gloria in Excelsis Mentis: A Consecration of Heart, Soul, and Mind to the Triune Throne by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Jul 2026

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From the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem was born in the quiet space between prayer and wonder. It seeks to weave the living threads of Scripture—Eden’s breath, Sinai’s fire, Jordan’s cleansing, Golgotha’s shadow, and the empty tomb’s dawn—into a single tapestry of consecration. Like the Psalmist who hid God’s word in his heart, and the Apostle who urged the renewal of the mind, I longed to offer a hymn not only of the lips but of the intellect, the affections, and the will.

In an age when thoughts scatter like chaff before every wind, the prayer remains simple yet immense: May all our thoughts in our hearts, souls, and minds glorify God. The classical form is deliberate—an echo of older voices who believed beauty, truth, and holiness could walk together in measured rhyme.

If these lines stir even one inward turning toward the Eternal, then they have done what they were sent to do.

With reverence and hope,
The Poet

Core Command — Loving God with Heart, Soul, and Mind

Matthew 22:37
Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.Mark 12:30
And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment.

Luke 10:27
And he answering said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.Renewal & Transformation of the Mind

Romans 12:2
And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

Ephesians 4:23
And be renewed in the spirit of your mind.

Philippians 4:8
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.2 Corinthians 10:5
Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ.

Thoughts & Inner Life Offered to God

Psalm 19:14
Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer.

Psalm 139:23-24
Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

Proverbs 23:7
For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he…Isaiah 26:3
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.

All for God’s Glory1 Corinthians 10:31
Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.Colossians 3:2
Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth.

Romans 11:36
For of him, and through him, and to him, are all things: to whom be glory for ever. Amen.1 Corinthians 6:20
For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s.

Additional Supporting Verses

Philippians 2:5
Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus.

1 Peter 1:13
Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.

Psalm 51:10
Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.

John 4:24
God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.

In shadowed halls where mortal musings dwell,
Where hearts like altars flicker, half-divine,
Let every thought arise as incense swell
And souls in ceaseless anthem intertwine.
As Eden’s dawn beheld the forming clay,
So fashion Thou our minds with holy fire;
Let Sinai’s thunder carve Thy law each day,
And Jordan’s wave our wandering hearts inspire.

No Babel-tower of pride shall scrape the skies,
Nor serpent’s whisper coil within the breast;
But as the Psalmist tuned his harp aright,
So tune our spirits to Thy high behest.
The Preacher’s vanity beneath the sun
Yields to the wisdom that in Christ is won.

O Triune Glory, purge the dross of night—
Let every pulse and breath proclaim Thy light.
From Golgotha’s dark tree to empty tomb,
Redeem our reason, till it be Thy throne;
Then shall the inner temple blaze with bloom,
And all within us cry, “Thy will alone.”
As seraphim with sixfold wings adore,
So let our thoughts in ceaseless worship soar.

Thus may the heart, the soul, the mind unite
In one grand doxology of delight—
Till heaven and earth in sweet communion blend,
And every knee in glory lowly bend.

The Glorious And Victorious Gift Of Imputed Righteousness by Debbie Harris

17 Friday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the quiet hours where only truth and Scripture speak, I write to you.

We possess no righteousness of our own. Not one of us. From the first Adam to the last soul breathing today, every heart is bent, every deed stained, and every attempt at goodness falls short before the perfect holiness of God. The law reveals what we cannot do; the prophets declare what we cannot be. Our best efforts are as filthy rags, and our deepest virtues cannot atone for even a single transgression.

This is why our only hope, our only boast, is Jesus Christ.

He who knew no sin became sin for us. He lived the flawless life the law demanded, then bore its full curse in our place upon the cross. There, the sinless One absorbed the wrath we deserved so that, by simple faith, His perfect righteousness could be credited to us. Not earned. Not achieved. Imputed. Freely given. Reckoned to every sinner who trusts in Him alone.

Therefore, the redeemed no longer look within for merit. We look to Christ. Our standing before God is not based on what we have done, but on what He has done. We are clothed in His obedience, washed in His blood, and accepted in the Beloved. This is the glorious exchange of the gospel: our guilt for His goodness, our shame for His glory.

Let all self-boasting fall silent. Let every tongue confess that our righteousness is Christ Himself — the Lord our Righteousness. In Him we stand complete, justified, and secure, not because we are worthy, but because He is.This is our confidence. This is our song.

With solemn joy and reverence,
The Poet

Here are the KJV verses that form the foundation:

Romans 3:10-11
There is none righteous, no, not one: There is none that understandeth, there is none that seeketh after God.

Isaiah 64:6
But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags.

Romans 3:20
Therefore by the deeds of the law there shall no flesh be justified in his sight.

Galatians 3:10
Cursed is every one that continueth not in all things which are written in the book of the law to do them.

2 Corinthians 5:21
For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.

Romans 3:22
Even the righteousness of God which is by faith of Jesus Christ unto all and upon all them that believe.

Romans 4:3
Abraham believed God, and it was counted unto him for righteousness.

1 Corinthians 1:30-31
But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption: That, according as it is written, He that glorieth, let him glory in the Lord.

Jeremiah 23:6
This is his name whereby he shall be called, THE LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS.

No son of Adam owns a thread
Of righteousness to veil his shame;
The heart is bent, the will is dead,
And every tongue is mute to claim
A single deed that heaven will own.
As it is written, none is just—
All turned aside, all overthrown,
And filthy rags are all their trust.

The law, a blaze of holy fire,
Demands perfection none can bring;
It searches thought and deep desire
And leaves the sinner stripped of wing.
From Eden’s gate to Sinai’s stone,
The sentence thunders, sharp and clear:
“Cursed is the man who fails in one”—
And every man has failed, stands bare.

Yet God, before the worlds were framed,
Beheld the ruin of our race
And gave His Son, the Second Adam,
To run the course we could not face.
Christ lived the life the law required,
Fulfilled its every righteous claim;
Then, lifted high, the Lamb expired,
Bearing our curse, absorbing blame.

O matchless grace! The sinless One
Was made our sin on cursed wood;
That we, through faith in God’s own Son,
Might stand in Him as righteous, good.
Not by our works, but by His merit,
The Father counts us justified;
Imputes to us His Spirit’s credit—
The very righteousness of Christ.

Now robed in garments not our own,
The redeemed lift no boast apart;
Their glory is the cross alone,
The wounds that healed the sinner’s heart.
In Jesus Christ they stand complete,
Accepted in the Beloved’s face;
No flesh may glory in the street,
But only in the Lord’s embrace.

This is the everlasting song
Of every soul whom grace has won:
“Our boast is Christ, and Christ alone—
The Lord our Righteousness, the Son.”
From first to last, from death to life,
All praise ascends through Him alone;
Imputed, sealed, secured by strife—
The Triune God upon the throne.

Bless the Lord, O My Soul: Forget Not All His Benefits — Psalm 103:2 by Debbie Harris

09 Thursday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

This poem was born from the stirring words of Charles Spurgeon and the timeless call of Psalm 103:2 — “Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits.”

In a world that so quickly forgets, I wanted to remind both you and myself that the God of Abraham, Moses, and David is not a distant figure confined to ancient pages. He is powerfully present in your story — in the rivers you have crossed, the fires you have walked through, the quiet provisions that arrived at just the right moment, and the still waters that have refreshed your weary soul.

May these lines stir your heart to look back with gratitude, to look up with worship, and to look forward with confident hope. The same faithful hand that guided the saints of old is writing beauty into your life today.

Take a moment. Remember. Give thanks. And then join the song.

Forget not all His benefits.

With joy and reverence,

The Poet

O my soul, arise and bless the Lord,

Forget not all His gifts, both great and small;

The ancient tales of mercy we have heard—

Yet ours are written on these hearts as well.

We trace His hand on Abraham’s road,

On Moses by the sea, on David’s throne;

But turn thine eyes upon thy own abode—

The self-same God walks with thee, not alone.

Hast thou not crossed the river, held on high?

Hast thou not passed through fire and felt no flame?

Hast thou not heard His whisper, “It is I,”

When waves rose fierce and fear laid claim?

The God who gave to Solomon his plea,

Who filled the mouth of David with delight,

Hath stooped to thee in thine infirmity

And satisfied thy soul with hidden light.

He makes thee lie in pastures ever green,

Leads by still waters where thy thirst is quenched;

Each dawn a mercy fresh and unforeseen,

Each trial turned to treasure, grace untrenched.

Then weave these mercies into crowns of gold,

Set jewels of thanksgiving in their place;

Let praise like David’s harp, both strong and bold,

Rise sweet and high before the Saviour’s face.

For He who wrought for saints of olden days

Still bares His arm and shows His strength anew;

His mercy, like the morning, never decays—

Eternal, boundless, ever fresh and true.

O my soul, bless the Lord with all thy breath,

And sing until the heavens catch the strain:

“His goodness follows me through life and death—

Forget Him not; exalt His matchless name!”

America, Repent and Return to the Living God Lest We Be Destroyed: Blessed Is The Nation Whose God Is The Lord by Debbie Harris

05 Sunday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

In this solemn and decisive hour, as the twilight deepens over a once-shining republic, I write not merely with pen and ink, but with the burden of a Christ-centered poet who has seen the gathering storm. America, the land once consecrated to the Living God — a beacon of liberty, a refuge for the oppressed, and a city set upon a hill — now stands precariously upon the edge of moral and spiritual collapse. She dallies with seductive idols of the age, flirts shamelessly with philosophies that have toppled empires, and opens her sacred gates to ideologies hostile to the very foundations upon which she was built. From the subtle poison of socialism and the iron fist of communism, to the ancient hatred of anti-Semitism rising once more like a specter from the grave; from the gross immorality that mirrors the days of Sodom and Gomorrah — where every perversion is paraded as virtue and the blood of the innocent cries out from the ground — to the insidious advance of foreign laws and divided loyalties, our nation reels under the weight of its own rebellion. Yet even now, mercy pleads. The God who divided the nations at Babel, who fixed their borders and appointed their times, who raised this land as a testimony to His providence, has not utterly forsaken her. He calls through the noise of chaos and the lies of deceivers. He calls His Church to awaken, to speak, to vote, to stand. He calls a prodigal nation to repentance before the hand of judgment falls. For blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord — but woe to the people who forget Him.

The hour is late. The choice is clear. The consequences are eternal.

From the Poet

A daughter of the King and watchwoman on the wall, crying in the wilderness of a dying age — one who loves this nation enough to speak the truth while mercy still lingers.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
Yet America wanders, enticed by a strange reward.
She flirts with foreign altars and chases lies untamed,
Embracing socialism and communism in passion inflamed.

Christians, arise! Let your voices thunder and bold,
Stand firm on the Rock where the ages of old.
Vote with conviction, speak without fear or retreat—
The salt of this nation must season the coming heat.

Anti-Semitism slithers like venom through street and through hall,
Hatred for Jacob’s children, defying the God over all.
Where is your voice, O America, once a beacon so bright?
Will you silence the righteous or stand for what’s holy and right?

Muslim leaders swear oaths on the blasphemous Quran,
While the Bible that founded us is pushed to the side of the plan.
No Sharia shall bind us, no dual law split this land in two—
One nation under God, indivisible, loyal and true.

Immorality rages like Sodom and Gomorrah reborn,
Perversion paraded while innocence bleeds and is torn.
The blood of the unborn cries out from the ground we defile—
Judgment draws nearer with every profane smile.

Awake, O America, before the storm clouds collide!
Return to the Living God—forsake the deceivers’ false pride.
Turn from the darkness of man-made utopian schemes,
From chains of oppression and corrupted, godless dreams.

He who scattered the nations and fixed their borders by hand,
Still calls us to order and blesses the obedient land.
Repent of your idols, your hatred, your lust, and your lies,
And the God of all mercy will hear from the heavens your cries.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord alone—
America, come home, before your bright light is gone.
Restore the foundation your fathers once laid in His fear,
And future generations will rise up and call you blessed and dear.

Lord, have mercy upon us, our hope and our only defense—
Draw this prodigal nation back home to Your holy presence.
For only in You is true freedom, true peace, and true life—
America, repent… and be saved from the coming strife.


Transformed from Glory to Glory: The Sanctifying Power of the Holy Word Through the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit by Debbie Harris

05 Sunday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

These words flow from a heart that has tasted the living power of God’s Word. In a world loud with many voices, may you find here a quiet invitation to draw near to the Triune God through the sacred Scriptures. True and lasting sanctification is not found in our own efforts, nor in fleeting religious activity. There can be no deep, abiding transformation where His precious people remain distant from the life-giving holy Word. Only as we dwell in it—day after day, heart and mind immersed—does the Spirit do His sanctifying work, changing us from glory to glory into the likeness of Christ. May this poem stir in you a fresh hunger for the Word, and may you experience the joy of being daily renewed by the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

With prayer and affection,
The Poet

Scriptural Foundation (KJV)

2 Corinthians 3:18
But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.

John 17:17
Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth.

Ephesians 5:26
That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word.

John 15:7
If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you.

Hebrews 4:12
For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.

2 Timothy 3:16-17
All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: That the man of God may be perfect, throughly furnished unto all good works.

1 Peter 1:23
Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever.

Psalm 119:105
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.

Jeremiah 23:29
Is not my word like as a fire? saith the LORD; and like a hammer that breaketh the rock in pieces?

John 1:1, 14
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God… And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us…

In the hush of sacred pages, where the Triune God draws near,
The holy Word, alive and piercing, whispers truth so clear.
It is not by human striving, nor by fleeting works of dust,
But by this precious treasure that our hearts are formed and thrust.

You in the Word—O let us dwell, immersed in every line,
Where mercy flows like rivers deep and grace and truth entwine.
The Father speaks, the Son redeems, the Spirit breathes anew,
Sanctification’s gentle fire refines us through and through.

From glory unto glory, we are changed by heaven’s light,
No veil remains to dim the sight of pure and holy sight.
The Word transforms our brokenness, our fears and doubts release,
And molds us into Christ’s own form, reflecting heaven’s peace.

May we all abide within it, rooted, grounded, strong and whole,
Let every soul be washed and filled, made new from deep within the soul.
For power lives not in our hands, but in this living sword—
The Triune God’s own holy Word, forever our reward.

So come, be still, and let it work its wonder day by day,
Till we arise, transformed and bright, in everlasting ray.

In the Ruins of Entertainment Christianity, the Remnant Rises for the Real Fire of God by Debbie Harris

04 Saturday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note: Dear Reader,

This poem was not written for applause or entertainment. It was born in the quiet ache of a heart tired of bright lights and shallow altars. I have watched too many beautiful services end with empty hearts, and too many gifted voices leave the altar unchanged. The Holy Spirit is stirring something deeper in this hour — a holy dissatisfaction with entertainment Christianity and a burning hunger for the real thing: biblical Christianity, marked by the weight of God’s presence, costly obedience, and fire that does not fade when the music stops. If these words stir you, do not merely admire them. Let them search you. The remnant is not a club for the “super spiritual.” It is a company of ordinary believers who have simply decided they can no longer live on sparks when they were created for the consuming fire. The question is no longer “Will God move?”
The question is now, “Will you rise?”

With trembling hands and a burning heart,
The Poet

In silence where the fireworks die,
a remnant rises, clear of eye.
No longer swayed by flashing gold,
by crowds that cheer, then leave hearts cold.

They’ve seen the sparks that blind and fade,
the empty altars where prayers are laid.
No more the smoke, the lights, the show—
We want biblical Christianity, not popular Christianity.

Not hype that swells and quickly dies,
but hunger that will sacrifice.
Not polished stages, bright and loud,
but altars built where knees are bowed.

From fleeting visits, swift and thin,
to habitation deep within—
we trade the thrill for consecration,
the crowd’s applause for God’s own habitation.

“O God, my God,” the psalmist cried,
with thirst no earthly stream supplied.
Not Sunday touch or passing flame—
but You, Lord, dwelling in our veins.

No more consumers chasing signs,
but disciples forged in holy fire.
They wait, they weep, they tarry long,
till heaven falls where they belong.

Let music cease and curtains close—
the remnant lingers, no one goes.
One Name alone will they recall:
Jesus—before, behind, through all.

This is the hour, the line is drawn.
The fire of God or fading dawn.
We want the Book, not hollow brand,
the narrow road, the blood-stained hand.

Church, arise from comfort’s grave!
The holy fire is here to claim. The remnant rises.

Choose this day whom you will serve.

“Blessed Is the Nation Whose God Is the Lord”: Celebrating God’s Grace Upon America by Debbie Harris

03 Friday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem flows from a heart full of joy and thanksgiving to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. With deep love and admiration, I celebrate America — the greatest nation on earth, a shining beacon of liberty and faith. From the courageous pilgrims who first planted the Cross on these shores to the brave founders who built this land upon God’s eternal Word, America stands as a testament to divine blessing and grace. May these verses fill you with pride, stir your spirit to worship, and inspire you to praise the Lord who has so richly favored this beloved land.

With joyful celebration for Jesus and for America,
The Poet

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
America, the land of boundless grace,
Where pilgrims knelt upon this sacred shore
And raised the Cross in this new-world place.
From Plymouth Rock to stars and stripes unfurled,
Your founders pledged their lives to Christ alone;
In God We Trust still echoes through the world—
The greatest nation freedom calls her home.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
Whose Declaration bears His holy flame,
Whose Constitution rests upon His Word,
Whose Liberty rings out in Jesus’ name.
Through battlefields and valleys deep with pain,
Your people turned to Heaven’s healing hand;
The blood-stained banner waved through wind and rain—
Redeemed by grace, you rose to bless the land.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
O shining city on a hill so bright,
Where eagles soar and Gospel truth is poured
From sea to shining sea in holy light.
Your mountains sing, your prairies lift His praise,
Your cities pulse with mercy’s endless flow;
Though storms may come, your heart still seeks His face—
America, the land where blessings grow.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
Whose sons and daughters kneel before the throne,
Who crown the Savior King forevermore
And make His righteousness their cornerstone.
Let every heart cry out with grateful song,
Let every voice exalt the risen Lamb;
America, to Christ you still belong—
The best of all the nations of the earth.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.