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Awaiting The King Of Kings And Lord of Lords by Debbie Harris

08 Sunday Mar 2026

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Beneath the bruised and bending sky
where every dawn feels half a lie,
the earth in labor pains still cries—
a low, unyielding, ancient sigh.

The rivers carve their patient plea,
the mountains stand on bended knee,
creation wears its exile thin,
groaning deep for what has been

promised since the garden fell:
a Foot to crush the serpent’s spell,
a shout that splits the vaulted blue—
the dead in Christ rise first, then you

and I, still breathing, caught away,
snatched upward in a single day.
No trumpet’s blast to warn the world,
no sign to mark the flag unfurled—

just sudden glory, swift and bright,
the Bridegroom calling through the night.
We wait not for the dragon’s roar,
nor bowls of wrath poured to the floor,

but for the voice, the archangel’s cry,
the silver sound that splits the sky—
“Rise! Meet Him in the open air!”
and every eye will find Him there.

With lamps held trembling, oil still sweet,
we stand on tiptoe at His feet—
not of this age, but citizens
of heaven, longing for the Prince

who comes not first in judgment’s flame,
but for His own, to claim His name.
Then robes of white, then crowns of light,
then every tear erased from sight.

Until that flash—oh, maranatha!—
we watch, we pray, we hold the path.
The promise burns: He comes for me,
the King of kings in victory.

Maranatha.
Come quickly, Lord Jesus.
Come.

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Ho, Every Thirsty SoulFive Poetic Explorations of Divine Abundance, Repentance, and Creation’s Jubilant Response in Isaiah 55 by Debbie Harris

07 Saturday Mar 2026

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Ho, Every Thirsty Soul: Five Poetic Explorations of Isaiah 55

In a world full of empty promises and fleeting satisfactions, Isaiah 55 stands as one of the Bible’s most radiant invitations: “Come, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters… buy wine and milk without money and without price.” This chapter pulses with grace—free pardon, an everlasting covenant, thoughts higher than our own, and the unshakable promise that God’s word “shall not return to Me void” but will accomplish every purpose He sends it to fulfill.

To honor its prophetic beauty and depth, I’ve crafted five distinct poetic renditions of Isaiah 55, each in a different form:

  • A classic hymn in Common Meter (ABAB quatrains)
  • Modern rhyming couplets with a powerful refrain on verse 11
  • Sonnet-inspired sections with dramatic turns
  • Dignified blank verse in unrhymed iambic pentameter
  • A hypnotic pantoum of interlocking repetitions

Together they trace the chapter’s arc—from desperate thirst to cosmic jubilation—while placing special emphasis on the triumphant certainty of God’s effective word (v. 11), where rain and snow become metaphors for unstoppable divine purpose.

Whether for personal devotion, group study, worship inspiration, or quiet reflection, these poems seek to make the ancient oracle sing anew. Read, listen, and let the invitation draw you near.

1. Common Meter Hymn – ABAB Quatrains (8.6.8.6)

Title: Come, Every Soul That’s Parched and Poor
Form Summary: Traditional hymn structure in alternating rhyme (ABAB) and Common Meter (8-6-8-6 syllables), evoking classic congregational singing like Isaac Watts or Charles Wesley—balanced, singable, and familiar for worship or recitation.

Come, every soul that’s parched and poor,
Draw near the waters flowing free;
No silver needed at the door—
Buy wine and milk abundantly.

Why spend your wages on mere bread
That fails to fill, that fades away?
Come feast instead where souls are fed,
Delight in what will never stray.

Incline your ear, draw close to Me,
And live the life that death defies;
My covenant with David see—
Steadfast mercies that never die.

Seek while I’m near, call while I’m found,
Forsake the wicked path you trod;
Return to Me—grace will abound,
Pardon from our forgiving God.

My thoughts not yours, My ways so vast,
As heavens rise above the sod;
My plans endure when yours are past,
Beyond the reach of mortal nod.

As rain and snow from heaven fall
And do not hurry back on high,
They water earth and bless it all,
Bring seed to sprout beneath the sky—
So My word from My mouth proceeds,
It shall not to Me void return;
It will accomplish all My needs,
Succeed in every aim I yearn.
No force can stop its fruitful course,
It prospers what I send it for—
Unfailing power, without remorse,
Brings life forever, evermore.

Then joy shall lead you forth in peace,
The hills break song, the mountains ring;
Trees clap their hands in wild release,
Where thorns once grew, new life shall spring.

This everlasting sign shall stand,
My name proclaimed through every age—
The grace that calls across the land,
Turns wilderness to verdant stage.

2. AABB Couplets with Refrain

Title: My Word Goes Out and Will Not Fail
Form Summary: Modern rhyming couplets (AABB) throughout, with a dedicated repeating refrain centered on verse 11—creates a song-like, memorable drive with built-in emphasis on the unstoppable power of God’s word, ideal for contemporary worship or spoken-word delivery.

Come, thirsty ones, come hungry, come near,
Waters are waiting, crystal and clear.
No money required, no price to pay,
Wine, milk, and bread—freely today.

Why chase after nothing, why labor in vain,
For food that crumbles, for fleeting gain?
Listen and eat what truly satisfies,
Let your soul feast where richness lies.

Draw close and hear, incline your ear,
Live the true life, cast out all fear.
My promise to David, faithful and sure,
Covenant everlasting, forever secure.

Nations will hasten, drawn by My light,
Glory upon you, shining so bright.

Seek Me while near, call while you can,
Turn from your sin, embrace My plan.
Mercy abundant, pardon so wide—
Come back to your God, let grace abide.

My thoughts are higher, My ways divine,
Beyond your small dreams, beyond your design.

Refrain
My word goes out and will not fail,
It won’t return empty, weak, or pale.
It does what I purpose, prospers My will,
Accomplishes all—unstoppable still.
Rain and snow nourish, then they return,
So My word succeeds, let the truth burn.

Joy will escort you, peace lead the way,
Mountains will sing, hills shout hooray.
Trees clap in triumph, thorns turn to trees,
Myrtle and cypress sway in the breeze.

An everlasting sign, My name endures,
Grace calls the thirsty, forever assures.

3. Sonnet-Inspired Sections with Volta Turns

Title: The Waters Call You Near
Form Summary: Three quatrains followed by couplet “turns” (volta moments) in a loose Shakespearean-inspired structure—builds dramatic progression with shifts at transcendence, the word’s power, and final joy; literary and contemplative.

The thirsty, the empty, the broken, draw near—
Waters abundant, no coin to exchange;
Wine gladdens hearts, milk mends what is drear,
Bread for the soul—no need to arrange.

Why pour out labor on husks that decay,
Chasing mirages that mock and evade?
Hearken instead, feast richly today,
Delight in the fatness no market has made.

I offer a covenant, David’s own kind—
Mercies unchanging, a witness to all;
Nations will run, by My glory entwined,
Seek while I’m near, before shadows befall.

Let wicked forsake crooked roads and dark thought,
Return to your God—pardon flows like a flood.

My thoughts tower high, My ways far above,
As heavens o’er earth in vast wonder extend;
Rain falls, snow drifts, fulfilling their love—
So My word departs and returns not unbent.

It accomplishes all that My heart has designed,
Prosperous, certain, no purpose declined.

Then joy overflows, peace guards every stride,
Hills burst in song, trees clap side by side;
Thorns yield to cypress, briers to myrtle’s pride—
An eternal sign that grace has arrived.

4. Blank Verse (Unrhymed Iambic Pentameter)

Title: So Shall My Word Go Forth
Form Summary: Unrhymed iambic pentameter in continuous flow—dignified, epic, and meditative like Milton or Shakespeare; allows pure prophetic gravity without rhyme’s musical distraction, emphasizing the solemn weight of the text.

Come, every soul athirst in barren lands,
Draw near the waters that forever flow,
Unpurchased wine to cheer the heavy heart,
And milk to strengthen what despair has worn.
Why spend your substance for that which is not bread,
Your labor’s fruit on what cannot satisfy?
Incline your ear and come to Me and eat;
Let your soul feast upon the good I give.

Hear now and live—the life beyond mere breath—
I make with you My covenant of grace,
The steadfast mercies promised unto David.
Behold, I set him witness to the world,
A prince and leader nations will obey.

Seek the Lord while He may yet be found,
Call upon Him while He is drawing near.
Let the wicked forsake his evil way,
The unrighteous his thoughts—return to God,
And He will have compassion, pardon free.

For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
So are My ways exalted over yours,
My thoughts beyond the grasp of mortal mind.

As rain and snow descend from heaven’s height
And do not rise again until they drench
The waiting soil, awaken seed to life,
Give bread to eat and grain for sowing time—
So shall My word go forth from out My mouth:
It shall not to Me void or empty come,
But it shall do the thing that I intend,
Accomplish every purpose I dispatch.
Irresistible, it carves through stone and doubt,
Brings forth its harvest, certain and complete.

Then you shall go in joy that knows no bound,
Led forth in peace that watches every step.
The mountains sing, the hills break into praise;
The trees of field clap hands in wild acclaim.
Where thorn and brier once wounded pilgrim feet,
The cypress rises tall, the myrtle spreads—
An everlasting sign, My name endures,
Proof of the grace that calls the thirsty home.

5. Pantoum (Interlocking Repetition)

Title: The Waters Call You Near (Echoes of Grace)
Form Summary: Pantoum with repeating lines that interlock across stanzas—creates hypnotic, circular emphasis, especially suiting the certainty and return motif of verse 11; experimental and meditative, like a chant that builds assurance.

Come, all who thirst, the waters call you near,
No price to pay, no empty purse required.
Buy wine and milk, let satisfaction cheer,
Why chase the husks that leave the soul expired?

No price to pay, no empty purse required,
My thoughts are not your thoughts, My ways divine.
Why chase the husks that leave the soul expired?
As rain descends, so does My word align.

My thoughts are not your thoughts, My ways divine,
My word goes forth and shall not return void.
As rain descends, so does My word align,
It prospers all the purpose I employed.

My word goes forth and shall not return void,
It accomplishes exactly what I please.
It prospers all the purpose I employed,
Unfailing harvest, joy that never cease.

It accomplishes exactly what I please,
Buy wine and milk, let satisfaction cheer.
Unfailing harvest, joy that never cease—
Come, all who thirst, the waters call you near.

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Come to the Waters(Isaiah 55 – Contemporary Couplets) by Debbie Harris

07 Saturday Mar 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings

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Come, all you thirsty, worn and dry,
Step up to waters flowing by.
No cash in hand? It doesn’t matter—
Buy wine and milk, free from the platter.
Why waste your money, waste your days
On food that vanishes, on empty praise?
Listen instead, come close and feed
Your soul on goodness guaranteed.

Lean in to hear what I will say,
And live the life that won’t decay.
I’ll make with you a bond that lasts,
The faithful love from David’s past.
I’ll raise you up, a light to show,
Nations will run where they don’t know—
Because My glory clothes your frame,
The Holy One has called your name.

Seek Me now while I am found,
Call on Me while I’m around.
Let wicked ways be left behind,
Abandon thoughts that twist the mind.
Turn back to Me—I’ll pour out grace,
Forgive you in My vast embrace.

My thoughts aren’t yours, My ways so high,
They tower far beyond the sky.
Like heaven’s vault above the ground,
My plans stretch wide, profound, unbound.

Just watch the rain and snow descend,
They don’t rush back—they serve their end:
They soak the earth, they make it wake,
Bring seed to sprout for harvest’s sake.
So My word goes out from My lips,
It never falters, never slips.
It won’t come back to Me in vain,
Empty, defeated, or restrained.
It does exactly what I please,
Succeeds in every aim I seize—
Unstoppable, alive, complete,
It carves the path, it claims defeat,
Brings life to deserts, hope to stone,
And turns the lost ones safely home.

Then joy will lead you out in song,
Peace will guard where you belong.
The hills will shout, the mountains ring,
Trees clap their hands and wildly sing.
Thorns and briers fade away,
Cypress and myrtle take their place.
This sign will stand through every age—
My name endures, My grace the stage

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The Great Invitation: A Canticle of Grace(An exalted poetic meditation on Isaiah 55) by Debbie Harris

07 Saturday Mar 2026

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Ho! Every thirsting spirit, every hollow heart in the dust—
Come! The waters rise unbidden, crystalline, inexhaustible,
From hidden fountains deeper than exile’s night, purer than forgotten dawn.
Come, though your coins are spent, your sacks hang empty,
Come buy—yes, buy!—without silver, without barter, without shame.
Wine that kindles joy in veins grown cold,
Milk that knits the broken frame and floods the famished soul,
Bread that satisfies where shadows once feasted.
Why squander sweat on chaff that scatters?
Why trade your labor for husks that mock the tongue,
For bread that turns to ash between the teeth,
For fleeting mirage that leaves the palate parched?
Hearken—O hearken with the inward ear that never sleeps—
And eat what is good; let your soul delight in fatness unmeasured,
In richness no market can weigh, no vault can hoard.

Bend low your ear, draw near, draw nearer still to Me;
Listen, and live—live the life that death cannot touch.
I seal with you My covenant eternal,
The loyal kindnesses sworn to David My servant—
Mercies steadfast as the polar star, sure as the turning seasons.
Behold: I have appointed him witness to the multitudes,
Prince and commander to peoples yet unnamed.
Nations you have never summoned will run to you,
Drawn by the splendor that clothes you,
Because the Holy One of Israel has exalted you,
Has set His glory upon you like a crown of living light.

Seek the Lord while breath still finds Him near,
While the door of seeking stands ajar.
Call upon Him while He may yet be called.
Let the wicked forsake his crooked path,
The man of iniquity abandon his venomous designs;
Let him return—return wholly—to the Lord,
And compassion will cascade upon him like thunder-rains after drought.
To our God let him turn, for He pardons with prodigal abundance—
Pardon wider than the sea’s embrace, deeper than the graves of memory.

For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
Nor your ways My ways, says the Eternal Flame.
As the vaulted heavens tower immeasurable above this trembling dust,
So My ways rise exalted, My thoughts stretch vast—
Beyond the narrow compass of mortal fear,
Beyond the frantic calculus of earthbound minds.

See how the rain falls, how the snow descends from the high chambers of heaven:
They do not climb back until they have drenched the parched ground,
Until they have quickened seed to sprout, swelled bud to blossom,
Given seed to the sower, bread to the hungry mouth.
So My word proceeds from My mouth—
It shall not return to Me barren, void, or thwarted.
It shall accomplish the delight of My will,
Prosper in the purpose for which I dispatched it—
Irresistible as rivers that sculpt canyons through centuries,
Unfailing as the first light that shatters the longest dark.

Then you shall march forth in joy that cannot be contained,
Led forth in peace that stands sentinel at every step.
The mountains and hills shall erupt in song before you,
Bursting into melody fierce and jubilant;
All the trees of the field shall clap their hands in thunderous acclaim,
Limbs lifted like banners in the wind of triumph.
Where once the thorn drew blood and the brier tore the pilgrim’s flesh,
The stately cypress shall rise, fragrant and evergreen;
Where nettle choked the way and desolation reigned,
The myrtle shall spread verdant, resilient, and fair.
This transformation shall endure as an everlasting sign,
A name unfading for the Lord of Hosts,
A monument hewn not by hands, unshakable by time—
Eternal witness to the grace that summoned the thirsty home,
And turned the wilderness into a garden of unending praise.

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Hallelujah of the Cleansed: How Christ’s Precious Blood Proclaims Supreme Victory, Inner Freedom, and the Father’s Everlasting Welcome by Debbie Harris

06 Friday Mar 2026

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Hebrews 9:13-14 (KJV)
For if the blood of bulls and of goats, and the ashes of an heifer sprinkling the unclean, sanctifieth to the purifying of the flesh: How much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God?

Hebrews 10:19-22 (KJV)
Having therefore, brethren, boldness to enter into the holiest by the blood of Jesus, By a new and living way, which he hath consecrated for us, through the veil, that is to say, his flesh; And having an high priest over the house of God; Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience, and our bodies washed with pure water.

Romans 8:37 (KJV)
Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

Psalm 40:2 (KJV)
He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.

Behold the soul that once knew miry’s hold,
A fleeting shadow in the ancient night—
Yet scarcely touched by darkness, lo! behold:
The Victor’s light erupts in boundless might.

No chain endures; the mire dissolves in flame,
A vapor gone before the rising sun.
Christ’s blood, triumphant, speaks the Father’s name—
And every stain, each whisper, is undone.

More than conqueror, he stands in royal gleam,
Feet firm on crystal, crown of glory bright;
Conscience a mirror reflecting heaven’s beam,
No echo left of guilt or endless night.

The High Priest reigns with joy upon the throne,
His wounds now fountains pouring endless grace;
The Father calls with laughter of His own—
“Beloved, enter, claim thy rightful place!”

No striving mars this everlasting day;
No fear can dim the splendor of His face.
The heart, once shadowed, now in light holds sway—
A dance of peace in heaven’s warm embrace.

O ransomed one, arise in victory’s song!
The cross has shattered every darkened chain;
Eternal morning breaks, the night is gone—
In Christ’s dear light, thou reignest, free again.

Rejoice, ye heavens! The triumph overflows;
From every height the hallelujahs ring.
More victorious than tongue or thought can know—
The soul ascends, forever bathed in spring.

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The Torn Curtain of the Holy of Holies: Christ’s Death and Our Unhindered Approach to God by Debbie Harris

05 Thursday Mar 2026

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When Jesus breathed His final, anguished cry,
The darkened sky grew black as judgment fell;
The earth convulsed, the rocks themselves did sigh,
And in the temple tore the ancient veil.

No mortal arm could rend that woven sea—
Sixty cubits high, a tapestry of heaven’s hue,
Thick as a palm, embroidered mystery,
Blue, purple, scarlet—colors God once drew.

From summit down the fracture ran divine,
Not man’s endeavor climbing from below;
God’s finger split the barrier’s sacred line,
And flung the gates of glory open wide and low.

Through countless years the curtain stood apart,
Guarding the mercy-seat where Presence burned;
One priest alone, with trembling, contrite heart,
Might pass with blood—lest holiness be spurned.

Yet now the Lamb, in agony arrayed,
Has offered once for all His riven side;
His flesh the curtain, in the garden frayed,
His blood the crimson road where sinners ride.

The veil is gone; no shadow lingers there.
No priestly rite, no altar smoke ascends.
We stand before the throne in answered prayer,
Beloved children, welcomed as dear friends.

O child of grace, why do you tarry still
Beyond the threshold, where the shadows play?
The price was paid on Calvary’s dread hill—
His wounds unclose the door for you today.

Enter, beloved, with boldness unafraid;
The Father waits with arms of endless love.
The veil is torn, the distance has been laid
To rest forever in the heart above.

Draw near, draw near—the ancient call resounds
Through time and trial, to every seeking soul:
The cross has bridged the chasm, bent the will
Of separation, making whole our right
To dwell with Him, the Holy One, in light.

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The Covenant Flame: Abraham’s Faith Reckoned as Righteousness in the Light of Eternal Promise by Debbie Harris

05 Thursday Mar 2026

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From Chaldean shadows, where the zephyr sighed
Through moonlit towers and idol-fires died,
A voice like starlight pierced the wanderer’s night:
“Arise, depart; forsake the known for sight
Unseen. I vow thee seed as numberless
As heaven’s jewels, a blessing to confess
In every tribe.” No map, no guarantee—
Yet Abram rose, his heart in fealty free,
Believing Him who speaks, and worlds obey.

No golden deeds, no spotless life displayed;
The ancient ledger opened, and it weighed
Not merit’s sum, but trust alone. “He believed,”
The sacred page declares, “and was received
As righteous.” Not for flawless steps he trod,
But for the quiet gaze that fixed on God
Beyond the barren years, the empty womb,
The faltering flesh that neared the silent tomb.

Twice fear betrayed him—Sarah named as sister,
A lie to shield from Pharaoh’s cruel blister;
And Hagar’s tent he sought, impatient hand
To grasp the promise ere God’s appointed land.
Yet heaven’s eye, unblinded by his shame,
Beheld not stumbles, but the steady flame
Of faith that grew, unquenched by doubt’s dark gale,
Strong in the glory of the Promise’s tale:
“He staggered not, but hoped against all hope,
Convinced the Giver could the dead enrobe
With life, and call non-being into form.”

O pilgrim hearts that mourn the inward storm,
Replay no night of failure’s bitter cry;
The cross has rent the veil—your sins pass by
Uncounted, covered in the Lamb’s pure blood.
As Abraham, so we: the promise stood
Before the law, before the circumcision’s sign;
It rests on grace, immutable, divine.

Behold the Christ, the Seed foretold of old,
Who bore our curse on timber stark and cold,
Rose crowned with dawn to vindicate the claim:
His righteousness imputed, bears our name.
No more performance chains the soul in thrall;
We stand accepted—forgiven, loved through all.

Live promise-conscious, then, beneath the skies
Where ancient stars still sing of covenant ties.
Let not the shadow of our falls obscure
The light that shines forever pure and sure.
For in the risen Lord the word is sealed:
Believe—and every wound of sin is healed.
The faith of Abraham, through ages bright,
Becomes our own, our everlasting right

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The Spirit Thunders: Do Not Bow From Obscure Winepress to the Front Lines of Holy Confrontation and Divine Deliverance by Debbie Harris

04 Wednesday Mar 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Royally Redeemed, Spiritual Warfare

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A prophetic poem calling modern believers to uncompromising faithfulness amid widespread compromise. Drawing from Gideon’s hidden calling in the winepress to tear down Baal’s altar and the three Hebrews’ refusal to bow to Nebuchadnezzar’s golden image, it urges a remnant “Gideon host” to reject subtle pressures—pragmatism, popularity, false unity—and stand unbowed. Though isolated and threatened by a roaring furnace of opposition, the faithful are promised the presence of the “Fourth Man” (Christ) in the flames, divine deliverance, and the charge to confront idols, restore holy worship, and reclaim God’s name.

In twilight vales where Midian shadows creep,
A man of threshing-floor and secret keep
Beats wheat in gloom, where vintage presses lie,
Lest raiders seize the fruit beneath the sky.
No trumpet calls him yet, no host arrays;
Heaven marks him silent in his lowly days.
Then voice of flame: “Go, tear the altar down
Thy father built to Baal upon the town.
Uproot the grove where compromise has grown,
And let the sacred fire be kindled known.”

So rises now a hidden, Gideon host—
Not crowned with pomp, nor mustered for the boast,
But called from winepress, cave, and quiet room,
To face the principalities of doom.
They bear no sword at first, but oil divine
That drips from consecrated head and spine.
The old order trembles when they speak;
They name the tolerated sin as weak,
The negotiated peace as coward’s chain,
And bid the idols fall in thunder’s reign.

Yet pressure comes—not sword, but subtle plea:
“Bend but a little; wiser men agree.
The furnace glows, the image gleams with gold—
Bow once, and live; be prudent, not so bold.”
They whisper, “Rebellion!” to the pure;
“Immaturity!” to hearts that will endure.
“Divisive!” cry the builders of the shrine
Whose altars blend the holy with the swine.

But lo, the Spirit thunders through the soul:
DO. NOT. BOW. Let every knee stay whole.
Not to the fear that chills the midnight air,
Nor politics that coil in serpent’s snare,
Nor platforms raised on popularity’s sand,
Nor religious rods that strike with iron hand.
Not Baal’s high place, nor Nebuchadnezzar’s flame,
Nor any yoke that bears another’s name.

As once three Hebrews stood in Babylon’s plain,
Where music swelled and golden image reigned,
They heard the king: “Fall down, or feel the fire!”
Yet answered calm: “Our God is One, entire.
He is able to deliver from thy hand,
But though He slay us, still we take our stand.
We will not serve thy gods, nor bow the head
To molten lie, though furnace blaze be spread.”

The furnace roared, seven times its fury fed;
The binders fell, consumed where they had led.
But in the midst—O vision past all sight!—
A fourth walked free, the Son of Man in light.
No scorch upon their hair, no smell of smoke;
The chains of flame themselves in silence broke.

So stand, O remnant, marked by Heaven’s seal:
Though isolated, though the mockers jeer,
Though systems shake and ancient altars reel,
Though furnace threatens every path severe—
DO. NOT. BOW.
The fire you carry is not yours to dim;
It burns from God, and no formed weapon grim
Shall prosper while you hold the steadfast line.
Tear down, rebuild; let holy altars shine.

Light now the match in preaching, prayer, and praise;
Let worship blaze through all your mortal days.
The trumpet sounds, the Gideon host awakes—
Forward, unbowed, for Zion’s glory’s sake.
The fourth Man walks beside thee in the flame;
Refuse the knee—reclaim the sacred name.

Stand. Confront. Restore.
And do not bow.

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O Weary Heart, Take Refuge Still by Debbie Harris

04 Wednesday Mar 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings

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O weary heart, when shadows lengthen long,
And burdens press that mortal eyes ne’er see,
When prayers ascend on slow, reluctant wing,
And hope seems faint ‘midst life’s perplexity—
Lift not thine eyes to shifting circumstance,
Nor let despair enthrone its fleeting throne;
For every word that from the Almighty came
Proves true, a shield where refuge may be known.

Not one fair promise falters in the night,
Though storms assail and tempests veil the sky;
God’s ancient vows, through ages ever bright,
Stand firm when earthly comforts fade and die.
He spoke of grace, of pardon full and free—
The Messiah’s blood, the cross’s victory won;
In that dread hour when darkness veiled the tree,
His greatest pledge was sealed: the work is done.

If He who framed the stars kept faith so vast,
Fulfilling prophecy in love’s deep cost,
Shall lesser trials His covenant outlast?
Nay—every sorrow finds its end in Christ.
The cross replies to doubt’s most cunning art:
“Behold, I am faithful; trust Me with thy part.”

So lean, O soul, upon this steadfast rock,
Though heart grow tired and flesh would faint away;
The shield of refuge bears no mortal shock—
In Jesus’ finished work thy strength renews each day.
No unseen load can sever love divine;
No darkened path can dim His guiding ray.
For He who rose triumphant o’er the grave
Still writes thy story in unerring grace.

Rest, then, in promises that never bend,
Till weary seasons yield to endless morn;
Thy God hath spoken—every word shall end
In triumph, as the first faint light is born.
Take refuge, heart: the cross thy anchor proves—
God’s Word is true, and in His truth thou moves.

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O King Of Glory, We Adore Thee by Debbie Harris

04 Wednesday Mar 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Praise, Royally Redeemed, salvation

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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!

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 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!

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 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!

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 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!

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 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!

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 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!

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!
Hallelujah! Amen!

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