O King Of Glory, We Adore Thee by Debbie Harris

04 Wednesday Mar 2026

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A joyful 7-stanza hymn of praise with a repeating refrain, celebrating:

God’s salvation through Christ’s cross and resurrection
His faithful provision and daily care
Divine protection under His wings
The precious, guiding light of Scripture
Bold access to God in prayer
Our royal identity as anointed sons and daughters of the King, empowered with strength, wisdom, and discernment
Overflowing grace, mercy, power, and life in Christ—seen by God as He sees His Beloved Son, with our names forever written in the Book of Life

The refrain exalts the King of glory and rejoices that “our names are writ in life’s great spring,” ending each stanza with triumphant “Hallelujah!” praise.

Stanza 1
From depths of sin and death’s dark shadow,
Thy mercy called us to the light;
Thy Son upon the cross of sorrow
Bore all our guilt in endless might.
Redeemed by blood, we stand forgiven,
In resurrection power we rise!

Refrain
O King of glory, we adore Thee!
Salvation’s joy our hearts now sing!
In Christ Thy Son, Thou dost restore me—
Our names are writ in life’s great spring!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Forever praise to Thee we bring!

Stanza 2
Thy hand provides our daily manna,
In fields of grace Thy bounty flows;
No want shall ever overcome us,
For Thou the Bread of Life bestow’st.
In every season, Thou art faithful,
Sustaining all who trust Thy care!

Stanza 3
Beneath Thy wings we find our refuge,
No evil force can breach Thy wall;
Thy angels guard our every pathway,
Thy mighty name shall never fall.
Though storms may rage and foes assail us,
Thy shield of love prevails o’er all!

Stanza 4
Thy Word, O Lord, a lamp eternal,
Illumines hearts with truth divine;
In pages breathed by Thy own Spirit,
We hear Thy voice, Thy will we find.
More precious than the gold of nations,
Thy Scriptures guide us home to Thee!

Stanza 5
In prayer we come before Thy presence,
With boldness through the Savior’s name;
Thy throne of grace invites our crying,
Thy ear attentive to our claim.
Communion sweet with Thee, our Father,
Transforms our souls in heaven’s flame!

Stanza 6
As royalty on earth anointed,
Sons and daughters of the King we stand;
Thy Spirit grants us strength for battle,
Wisdom and discernment by Thy hand.
Empowered heirs of Thy great kingdom,
We reign in life through Christ our Lord!

Stanza 7
Thy grace abounds, Thy mercy follows,
Thy power revives and makes us whole;
In Christ Thou seest not our failings,
But Thy Beloved, pure in soul.
Our names inscribed in Life’s bright volume,
Eternal joy awaits our call!

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

01 Sunday Mar 2026

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sons and Daughters of the King: Our Identity in Christ by Debbie Harris

22 Sunday Feb 2026

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Sons and Daughters of the King: Our Identity in Christ:

This classical-style devotional poem is a tender, awe-filled reminder to believers of the breathtaking privileges and new identity bestowed upon us through salvation in Jesus Christ our Lord. It calls the soul to awaken from any sense of lowliness or forgetfulness and to marvel at what grace has accomplished.

The poem unfolds as a gentle yet majestic declaration:

We are no longer strangers or wanderers in darkness but adopted children of the Father, crying “Abba” by His Spirit.
We are joint-heirs with Christ, sharing His divine inheritance—not by our merit, but by His blood and resurrection.
We are a new creation, clothed in Christ’s righteousness, with the old life of sin forever gone.
We bear exalted biblical names: chosen, royal priesthood, holy nation, peculiar treasure, beloved saints, friends of Christ, ambassadors, members of His body, more than conquerors—all sealed and secured by His wounds and love.

The heart of the poem is the profound privilege of sonship and daughtership in the household of the King of kings: invited to His table, crowned with mercy, welcomed forever as royalty on earth. Yet this honor is never cause for pride—it is ground for humble wonder, gratitude, and worship.

The closing exhortation is simple and stirring: rejoice in this truth, live from this glorious birthright given by grace alone through faith in Christ, and go forth reflecting the splendor of being His dearly loved sons and daughters.

In essence, the poem is a lyrical love letter to believers: “You are already royalty, already family, already heirs—because the King has made you so. Rest in it. Rejoice in it. Proclaim it with humble joy.

John 1:12 (KJV)
But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name:

Romans 8:14-17 (KJV)
For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God. For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father. The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God: And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together.

Galatians 4:6-7 (KJV)
And because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying, Abba, Father. Wherefore thou art no more a servant, but a son; and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ.

1 Peter 2:9 (KJV)
But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light.

O soul, awake from slumber’s lowly dream,
Behold what grace hath wrought in thee through Him—
The King of kings, who left His throne supreme,
To claim thee lost, and bid thee call Him kin.

No more a stranger, wandering in the night,
But child adopted by the Father’s love;
His Spirit whispers, “Abba,” in thy sight,
And seals thee heir to mansions far above.

Joint-heir with Christ, the Firstborn from the dead,
Thou sharest His inheritance divine—
Not earned by works, but by the blood He shed,
An endless portion, royal, pure, and thine.

A chosen one, elect before the dawn,
A new creation, old things passed away;
The former rags of sin forever gone,
In robes of righteousness thou stand’st today.

Royal priesthood, offering praise on high,
Holy nation, set apart for heaven’s call;
A peculiar treasure ‘neath His watchful eye,
His own possession—loved beyond recall.

Beloved saint, and friend of Christ the Lord,
Ambassador of peace in realms of strife;
Member of His body, by His wounds restored,
More than conqueror through Him who gives thee life.

What privilege sublime, what honor vast,
To bear the name of son, of daughter dear!
The King of glory bids thee to His feast,
And crowns thy head with mercy year by year.

Then lift thy voice in wonder, not in pride:
“By grace alone, through faith in Christ our Lord,
I am His child, His heir, His spotless bride—
Forever welcomed at my Father’s board.”

Rejoice, O believer, in this truth profound:
The King hath made thee royalty on earth,
Not for thy merit, but His love unbound—
Go forth and live the glory of thy birth!

Royal by His Wounds, Holy by His Call: A Priesthood Proclaiming the Glories of the Lamb’s Eternal Light by Debbie Harris

22 Sunday Feb 2026

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Royal by His Wounds, Holy by His Call: A Priesthood Proclaiming the Glories of the Lamb’s Eternal Light:

The poem is a lyrical, Christ-centered meditation on 1 Peter 2:9 (KJV), celebrating the transformed identity of believers as a chosen generation, royal priesthood, holy nation, and peculiar people.

It begins in the darkness of sin, where humanity was once enslaved, and describes God’s sovereign, gracious call through Christ’s incarnate love and sacrificial death on the cross. The torn veil and broken body of Jesus grant believers direct access to God, drawing them near to His heart.

The central stanzas proclaim the present reality of this new identity: believers are not self-crowned but robed in Christ’s righteousness, made royal by His wounds, holy by His call, and treasured as His own possession—engraved on His wounded side. This exalted standing is entirely by grace, not merit.

The poem contrasts the old life of striving and defeat with the finished work of the cross (“It is finished”), which makes believers heirs who now live in humble trust and quiet confidence in Christ’s royal life.

The closing call is one of reverent awe: lift your eyes, not in pride but in worship of Christ alone. His marvelous light exalts believers to royal height on earth—not to reign independently, but to reflect His glory. The purpose of this identity is single and clear: to proclaim evermore the excellencies and praises of Him—the Lamb—who called us out of darkness into His eternal, marvelous light.

Through trials and triumphs, believers become living ambassadors, bearing His praises like a sacred flame, all for the glory of Jesus Christ, the true King and Light.

In essence, the poem is a worshipful hymn that exalts Christ’s cross and call as the sole source of our royal priesthood, urging believers to live in humble, awe-filled proclamation of His glories rather than self-exaltation.

But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light. (1 Peter 2:9 KJV)

In shadowed vales where sin’s deep midnight reigned,
A sovereign call shattered the gloom’s despair—
Not ours the spark, but His, who rent the air
With love incarnate, bleeding, unrestrained.

No merit ours, no veil we tore apart;
The temple curtain split by nail-scarred grace,
His body broken opened heaven’s face—
We, once afar, now near His beating heart.

Behold, a royal priesthood stands arrayed,
Not crowned by self, but by the thorn-crowned King;
In robes of righteousness His blood doth bring,
Each soul a vessel where His light is stayed.

A holy nation forged in crimson flood,
A people His, possessed by boundless love;
Chosen not for worth, but mercy from above,
Engraved forever on His wounded side.

From chains of night, where death and darkness strove,
He summoned us—His voice, the living Word—
Into the splendor of His light outpoured,
Where glory shines in Him whom we adore.

No striving now to seize what grace has given;
The cross declares: “It is finished,” complete.
We rise as heirs where once we lay in defeat—
In humble trust, His royal life we live.

So lift the gaze, let reverent splendor gleam:
Not pride in self, but awe at Christ alone—
His excellence our song, His light, our royal height,
Proclaiming evermore: “The Light is His!”

Through every storm, in triumph or in pain,
We bear His praises like a sacred flame—
Chosen in Christ, royal by His great name,
Ambassadors of His eternal reign.

The Wondrous Exchange of the Cross: Self Slain, Christ Exalted, All for His Eternal Praise by Debbie Harris

21 Saturday Feb 2026

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The poem celebrates the believer’s union with Christ in His death: the true Christian reckons themselves crucified with Him, so the old self dies and all personal ambitions end. From then on, life has one purpose—to live solely for the glory of Christ. Through this “wondrous exchange,” self is slain, Christ is exalted, and every thought, deed, and breath proclaims His eternal praise.

In shadowed hour when Christ gave up His breath,
The true-hearted soul counts its own life slain—
Dead with the Lord who conquered sin and death,
No longer bound to earth’s self-seeking chain.

We judge ourselves as crucified that day,
When nails and spear His holy body tore;
The old man buried in the tomb’s cold clay,
Alive no more to chase what was before.

Henceforth the heart, once captive to its will,
Feels heaven’s constraint: no other aim shall rise.
Not gold, nor fame, nor fleshly passions fill
The purpose now—to glorify the skies.

For Him who died and rose, our lives we yield,
A living sacrifice, redeemed by grace;
In every breath, in every battlefield,
We live for Christ’s eternal, matchless face.

O wondrous exchange! From death to life we spring,
No longer ours, but wholly His to claim;
Let every thought, each deed, each offering
Proclaim the glory of the Savior’s name.

Free Verse: Divine Love’s Decree: Repent, Believe, Eternal Life Is Thine by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Feb 2026

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God is love.
Not sentiment. Not nostalgia. Not a warm blanket thrown over chaos.
Love that is fire—uncreated, unconsuming of itself,
yet consuming everything that stands against its holiness.

He spoke galaxies into being,
named the dust, gave it breath,
set eternity in the human heart
so it would ache for Him.

Then the fracture:
a turned back, a grasped fruit,
a lie believed louder than the Voice that made light.
Sin entered like smoke—
and love did not flinch.
Love looked straight at the wound
and refused to call it small.

Wrath is what love looks like
when it will not negotiate with death.
Not petty anger. Not loss of control.
Wrath is love saying No
to the thing that murders children,
enslaves image-bearers,
and calls darkness good.

So the Father did not bargain.
He gave.
Gave the Son—
the radiant exact imprint of His being—
gave Him to the wood,
to the nails,
to the full weight of what justice demands.

The cross is where love and wrath kissed—
violent, voluntary, final.
“It is finished,” He said,
and the sky tore open like torn cloth,
the veil between God and rebel torn from top to bottom.

Now the invitation hangs in the air,
simple, unguarded:
Come.
Live.
Believe in the One sent to bear what you could never carry.

To refuse is not neutral.
It is to stand in the open when the storm arrives,
to walk away from the only door
that opens into life.
The wrath remains—
not because God changed His mind,
but because He never lies.
Justice does not evaporate.
It was satisfied
or it will be executed.

Yet even in this moment—
right now—
the pierced hands are still extended.
The voice that called Lazarus from the grave
still calls.
God is love,
and love will not stop calling
until the last heartbeat fades
or the last heart turns home.

Turn, repent, believe,
so that your eyes can not be blinded by the enemy’s lies and deceit!
You must be born again!

The call thunders now,
sharp as a sword, tender as a Father’s plea—
don’t wait.
The light is breaking through.
See it.
Turn.
Be born again.
Live.

Not Hearers Who Forget, But Doers Who Persevere: Freedom Flowing from Finished Grace by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Feb 2026

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Do not be hearers only, swift to forget,
But doers of the word implanted deep within;
For in the gospel’s glass your true face is set—
A new creation, cleansed from every sin.

The old law bound with chains of condemnation,
Exposed the flaw but offered no release;
Yet Christ has fulfilled it—perfect liberation—
The law of liberty, granting perfect peace.

Look long into this mirror, see who you are:
Righteous in Him, beloved, fully known;
Not striving now to earn the Father’s star,
But resting in the grace that He has shown.

If you forget and walk as slaves once more,
Deceived by shadows of the former night,
But persevering, acting from His store,
You find the blessing—freedom’s pure delight.

No threat of failure haunts the child of God,
No pressure weighs upon the ransomed soul;
The doing flows from what the cross has bought—
Alive in Christ, made perfect, free, and whole.

So gaze and remember, let the truth abide,
Live from the glory already given thee;
In every step, His Spirit is your guide—
Blessed in the doing, for you’re His eternally.

Thoughts Worth Dwelling On: The Blessed Hope of the Rapture and the Glorious Government of Our Lord Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
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.
9 Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.

Phillipians 4:6-9 KJV

O set your heart on things above,
Where Christ shall soon descend in love;
The trumpet sound, the archangel’s cry—
True promise lifts our gaze on high.

What is more true than His sure word?
The dead in Christ shall rise first, assured;
Caught up together in clouds we soar,
To meet the Lord forevermore.

What is more honorable, more just,
Than the King returning in power and trust?
No longer meek upon a lowly ass,
But crowned in glory, the First and Last.

What is more pure than spotless grace,
That calls His bride to yonder place?
Washed white as snow, without a stain,
In robes of righteousness we reign.

How lovely is that day of light,
When shadows flee before His sight!
The earth restored, the curse undone,
Peace flowing like a river’s run.

What good report shall echo wide?
The government on His shoulder abides—
Justice and mercy in perfect blend,
A thousand years of joy without end.

No tyrant sways, no wicked thrives,
For righteousness forever lives;
The wolf with lamb in harmony lies,
The knowledge of the Lord fills earth and skies.

If there be any virtue, any praise,
Then fix your thoughts these coming days:
The rapture’s hope, the throne of gold,
Where Christ is King, and love untold.

Let not the storms of earth prevail,
Nor fleeting fears your peace assail;
But dwell upon this glorious theme—
Our soon-coming Savior, our reigning King supreme.

Maranatha! Come, Lord Jesus, come!
In this sweet meditation, find your home.

Marvel of Marvels: Repentance Opens Heaven’s Arms and Seats Us at the Table as Sons and Daughters of God Most High by Debbie Harris

21 Sunday Dec 2025

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Summary of the Poem

Marvel of Marvels: Repentance Opens Heaven’s Arms and Seats Us at the Table as Sons and Daughters of God Most High

This poem celebrates the breathtaking miracle of divine grace: no matter where a person begins—whether in pride, comfort, sorrow, shame, self-sufficiency, or brokenness—a single moment of honest repentance instantly transforms them into a beloved child of God.

It emphasizes that no one earns this gift through merit, status, or effort. Everyone—rich or poor, proud or humbled, searching or lost—stands on the same level ground of mercy. In one turning of the heart, heaven’s doors swing wide, the Father rushes to embrace, and the repentant soul is not merely forgiven but fully adopted: welcomed, known, crowned, and seated at the family table as a true son or daughter of the King Most High.

The poem overflows with awe at this “marvel of marvels”—how the eternal God redefines us not by what we were, but by His boundless love, making us forever heirs in His kingdom. It is a song of wonder at the overwhelming, unearned intimacy and royalty that grace bestows the instant we say yes to mercy.

From halls of pride or streets of shame,
from comfort’s throne or sorrow’s chain,
one honest cry, one turning heart—
and heaven’s mercy rushes in again.

No merit weighs upon the scale,
no status earns the open door;
the proud, the poor, the seeking soul—
all stand the same on grace’s floor.

A single breath of true repentance,
a whisper turned to living faith,
and distance vanishes in light—
the stranger welcomed, fully embraced.

Behold the wonder: God Most High
stoops low to claim the wandering one;
not servant, slave, or distant guest,
but daughter, son—forever known.

From every nation, tongue, and story,
from every path that led astray,
the Spirit calls, the Father runs,
and crowns the repentant child today.

No longer defined by what we were—
by wealth or want, by strength or fall—
but redefined by love divine:
beloved heirs, and that is all.

Oh boundless grace that makes us royalty,
that seats us where the angels sing;
one moment’s yes to mercy’s call—
and we are children of the King.

I Have Nothing to Glory In But the Cross of Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

16 Sunday Nov 2025

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Summary of the Poem

The poem, inspired by Galatians 6:14, expresses the speaker’s rejection of worldly pride—wealth, power, wisdom, and fame—as empty and fleeting. Instead, it celebrates exclusive glory in the cross of Jesus Christ, portrayed as the ultimate symbol of divine love, redemption, and sacrifice. Through vivid imagery of the crucifixion, it contrasts human vanity with the transformative power of Christ’s death, which breaks sin’s chains, heals the broken, and offers eternal hope. The speaker vows lifelong devotion to this “scandalous” truth, culminating in heavenly glory.

(A poem inspired by Galatians 6:14 – “But God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ.”)

In shadowed halls where empires rise and fall,
Where crowns of gold and thrones of pride enthrall,
I stand unbowed, my heart a barren field—
No harvest reaped from flesh’s fleeting yield.

The laurels wilt, the scepters turn to dust,
Ambition’s fire consumes in hollow lust;
Wealth whispers lies, and fame’s bright banner fades,
Leaving the soul in echoes of parades.

Yet one lone beam pierces the midnight veil,
A rugged cross where heaven’s mercies hail—
There, Love incarnate bled in crimson tide,
And bore my shame where justice crucified.

No boast in wisdom’s towers, sharp and high,
No glory in the strength that dares defy;
The world recedes, its chains fall shattered free,
For in that cross, my Savior died for me.

Oh, scandal of the ages, foolish sign!
The King of Glory on a tree divine—
Through splinters deep and thorns that crown His brow,
Redemption flows, and every knee must bow.

Let poets sing of stars and seas profound,
Let warriors claim the battle’s vict’ry sound;
I have no song but this eternal theme:
The cross alone, my hope, my light, my dream.

For by its power, the dead in sin arise,
The broken mended, blind receive their eyes;
In Christ alone, the veil is torn apart—
Nothing to glory in, but His wounded heart.

So let the ages roll, and tempests rage,
I’ll cling to Calvary through every stage;
Till faith gives way to sight in realms above,
And glory crowns the cross of boundless love.