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No Dross Remains: The Sevenfold Glory of the LORD’s Pure and Preserved Word – A Rapturous Hymn Upon the Silver Tried in Earth’s Deep Furnace by Debbie Harris

13 Tuesday Jan 2026

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Summary of the Poem
(“No Dross Remains: The Sevenfold Glory of the LORD’s Pure and Preserved Word – A Rapturous Hymn Upon the Silver Tried in Earth’s Deep Furnace”)

The poem is a soaring, reverent meditation on Psalm 12:6 (KJV), celebrating the absolute purity and eternal reliability of God’s Word.

It portrays divine speech as silver of unmatched perfection—cast into a blazing heavenly furnace and refined seven times, a number symbolizing complete and flawless purification. Every trace of impurity, falsehood, or human corruption (“dross”) is utterly consumed, leaving only radiant, unblemished truth that shines brighter than any earthly metal.

The imagery rises in intensity: the furnace roars like a living pyre, the bellows breathe, the flames kiss and consume, forging a blade of light too brilliant for mortal eyes yet tender as dew to the seeking heart. This silver Word stands untouched by time, lies, or the darkness of generations, a towering, unquenchable star amid the world’s broken vows.

In its final flight, the poem becomes a prayer and a vow of trust: God’s sevenfold-refined Word is the unshakable anchor for believers in the last days’ storm. It promises to preserve the faithful, lift their souls on wings of desire, and endure forever—when even the heavens themselves shall fail—because the One who kindled the refining fire will never fade.

In essence, the poem exalts God’s Word as:

  • Perfectly pure
  • Eternally preserved
  • A living, radiant, fiery-yet-gentle truth
  • The believer’s enduring hope and glory through every age.

From heaven’s forge the silver sentence falls,
Pure as the first light breaking on the deep;
Seven times the flame has kissed its walls,
And every dross is burned in vigil steep.
No speck of falsehood dares its surface creep—
Refined through crucible of wrath and grace,
It gleams, eternal, in the holy place.

See how the furnace roars, a living pyre,
Where ancient prophets’ cries and angels’ song
Are melted down in one consuming fire;
The bellows breathe, the coals blaze fierce and long,
Till sevenfold radiance makes the metal strong—
A blade of light, too bright for mortal sight,
Yet soft as dew upon the heart at night.

No tarnish clings, no rust of time can mar;
Through ages dark with lies and broken vows
It stands, a tower of unquenchable star,
Whose every syllable the soul allows
To rise on wings where earthly tumult bows.
O Word of God, thou silver river bright,
Thou flowest still through everlasting night.

Preserve us, Lord, as Thou hast promised true;
In this last generation’s howling gale,
Thy purified silver shall our anchor be,
Unshaken, radiant, when the heavens fail—
For Thou who kindlest flame shalt never pale.
Thy word, refined in sevenfold holy fire,
Shall lift our souls to realms of pure desire.

Almost Thou Persuadest To Be A Christian: A Tragic Place To Be For Any Soul by Debbie Harris

11 Sunday Jan 2026

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Acts 26:27-29 (King James Version)

27 King Agrippa, believest thou the prophets? I know that thou believest.
28 Then Agrippa said unto Paul, Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian.
29 And Paul said, I would to God, that not only thou, but also all that hear me this day, were both almost, and altogether such as I am, except these bonds.

King Agrippa heard the tale unfold,
Of light that struck upon the Damascus road,
How chains of sin were broken, blind made bold,
And Christ the risen Lord was Paul’s abode.

The Scriptures spoke, the prophets’ words aligned,
The gospel pierced the heart with holy fire;
Yet pride and ease within the soul entwined,
Held back the final step of true desire.

“Almost thou persuadest me,” he cried,
So near the gate where mercy’s waters flow;
One whispered “yes” would open Heaven wide,
But silence answered, and the moment go.

The apostle’s voice grew tender, full of grace,
“I would to God that thou, and all who hear,
Were not almost, but wholly in this place,
Save these my bonds, redeemed and without fear.”

Yet Agrippa turned, the door remained ajar,
A hairline gleam of glory fading fast;
He chose the throne, the crown, the world’s bright star,
And let eternal life slip through the past.

O hear the warning in that single breath—
“Almost” is not the saving of the soul;
It is the widest gap twixt life and death,
The cruelest distance where the lost still roll.

Today the Savior stands with wounded hands,
The door still open, calling soft and true;
Let not tomorrow’s promise bind your plans—
Come now, come fully, lest “almost” claim you too.

Vow of the Blood-Bought Soul: May Our Redeemed Existence, Freed from Bondage, Stand as a Perpetual, Joyful, and Wholehearted Gift unto Our Most High and Precious Creator by Debbie Harri

10 Saturday Jan 2026

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This is a communal hymn of gratitude and consecration, spoken in the shared voice of “we” — all who have been redeemed by God’s grace.

It calls believers to rise together and offer their entire lives as a willing, joyful gift to their Savior, not because of personal merit or obligation, but purely in response to the boundless mercy that has freed them from sin’s bondage and called them by name.

Every moment of life — each new dawn, every breath, every heartbeat — is presented as an act of worship: a living sacrifice of praise that flows from love rather than duty. The redeemed walk as vessels of God’s light through all seasons of life, until the final breaking of heaven’s eternal day.

In the end, the poem declares the ultimate purpose of this surrendered existence:
to give God all glory, forever, in worship, love, and undying flame.

O let us rise, redeemed by grace divine,
And offer up these lives no longer thine;
Not by our striving, nor by works we claim,
But by the mercy that has called our name.

Freed from the chains that once our spirits bound,
We stand before Thee, pardoned and uncrowned;
Each breath a chorus, every pulse a song,
To Thee, our Savior, to whom we belong.

May every dawn we greet become a vow,
Each fleeting hour a living offering now;
Not duty’s burden, heavy on the soul,
But love’s glad answer, making broken whole.

So let us walk as vessels of Thy light,
Through shadowed valleys and through noonday bright,
Till heaven’s morning breaks in endless day,
And all our redeemed lives forever say:

“Thou art our glory, Thou our endless aim—
We give Thee all, in worship, love, and flame.”

If the Foundations Be Destroyed, What Can the Righteous Do? – A Lament for Our Age by Debbie Harris

02 Friday Jan 2026

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(Thank goodness for President Trump and his team!

In halls of power, the scales are tipped with gold,
Promises rot like fruit left on the vine.
The watchmen sleep, the shepherds sell the fold,
And justice bends beneath the weight of lies.

The pillars crack—once hewn from honest stone—
Now honeycombed by termites wearing crowns.
The innocent are crushed beneath the throne,
While thieves in silk parade through marble towns.

What shall the righteous do when all caves in?
When truth is branded treason, light called shade?
Shall we rage blindly at the gathering sin,
Or swing the hammer till the liars fade?

No. Fury feeds the fire that burns the just.
The righteous stand, though every beam gives way.
They speak the word no bribe can turn to dust,
And build with quiet hands what will not sway.

They plant small seeds in soil the flood has scarred,
They bind the broken, guard the flickering flame.
Their strength is not the sword, but patience hard—
To live the truth when truth itself is maimed.

For empires fall when foundations decay,
Yet something rises from the honest ruin:
A narrower path, a dawn delayed, but day—
The remnant walks it, and the world begins anew.

O Lord of justice, hear the righteous cry:
Not for revenge, but for the day restored
When fraud lies exposed, and no lie can buy
The mercy of the everlasting Lord.

O Lord, in the Turning of This New Year, Pursue the Hearts That Know You Not, and Make Them Gloriously New by Debbie Harris

31 Wednesday Dec 2025

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In this gift of a New Year,
as midnight chimes and calendars turn,
may every heart still wandering in night
be sought and found by Christ the Light.

May grace, unearned and fierce, break through,
shatter every chain they never knew,
and in that holy, sudden hour
awaken souls with heaven’s power.

May the lost be drawn, the blind behold,
the dead arise to streets of gold
within—born anew, remade, set free,
transformed forever, gloriously.

O Lord of mercy, hear this cry:
let 2026 multiply
the miracles of second birth,
and fill Your Church with heaven on earth.

Amen.

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.

Lift Up Our Voices Like Trumpets: Blessing and Honor and Glory and Power to the Worthy Lamb Upon the Throne by Debbie Harris

21 Sunday Dec 2025

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Title: Lift Up Our Voices Like Trumpets: Blessing and Honor and Glory and Power to the Worthy Lamb Upon the Throne

This three-stanza anthem is a powerful, Revelation-inspired call to worship, structured like a heavenly liturgy with escalating intensity.

  • First stanza: A bold invitation to raise voices “like trumpets” in exuberant praise, followed by an extended litany of Christ’s divine titles drawn straight from Scripture—Alpha and Omega, Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, King of kings, the Great I AM, the Bright and Morning Star, and many more. It establishes the eternal majesty and sovereignty of God.
  • Second stanza: The focus narrows to the redemptive heart of the gospel: the Lamb who was slain. It echoes Revelation 5, declaring that the Lamb is uniquely worthy to receive the sevenfold ascription of praise—power, riches, wisdom, strength, honor, glory, and blessing.
  • Third stanza: The worship reaches its climactic crescendo. Voices are lifted “once more” in a final trumpet blast, offering eternal doxology to both Him who sits upon the throne (the Father) and to the Lamb—blessing, honor, glory, and dominion forever and ever—sealed with a resounding “Amen.”

Overall, the poem is a triumphant declaration of the worthiness of Christ, the slain yet victorious Lamb at the center of heaven’s throne. It moves from contemplation of God’s eternal names, to recognition of the Lamb’s sacrificial worth, to the unending worship of all creation, inviting every reader to join the everlasting song of heaven.

May we lift up our voices like trumpets
and praise the Alpha and Omega,
the First and the Last,
the Beginning and the End,
who is and who was and who is to come,
the Almighty,
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace,
King of kings and Lord of lords,
the Great I AM,
the Holy One of Israel,
the Root and Offspring of David,
the Bright and Morning Star.

Lift up our voices like trumpets
and praise the Lamb who was slain,
worthy is the Lamb to receive
power and riches and wisdom,
strength and honor and glory and blessing.

Once more lift up our voices like trumpets
and praise the Lamb upon the throne,
to Him who sits upon the throne
and to the Lamb
be blessing and honor
and glory and dominion
forever and ever.
Amen.

Let All Creation Shout and Sing: Praise, Laud, and Hallelujah to the Long-Awaited King of Kings by Debbie Harris

19 Friday Dec 2025

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This Christ-centered Christmas poem celebrates the profound joy and anticipation of the Incarnation—the birth of Jesus Christ as the long-awaited Savior.

It begins with the heavenly announcement: a brilliant star and angels proclaiming the arrival of Emmanuel (“God with us”) in the stillness of night.

With exuberant praise, it echoes the biblical narrative—the Virgin birth, the shepherds hearing the angelic “Glory to God,” and the humble manger scene where the eternal King lies as a helpless infant.

The poem overflows with hallelujahs, lauds, and calls to rejoice, emphasizing themes of light breaking into darkness, mercy triumphing over sin, healing for broken hearts, and the redemption of the world through God’s condescending love.

It culminates in an triumphant invitation for all creation to lift unending praise to the newborn King, filling the expectant soul with uncontainable Christmas joy and worship.

In essence, it is a heartfelt hymn of adoration, reminding believers to rejoice in the miracle that changed everything: “Hallelujah! The Savior has come!”

In the hush of midnight’s velvet sky,
A star ignites with heaven’s flame,
The angels lean from glory high
To sing the long-awaited Name.

Hallelujah! Light has come!
The Promise breaks the ancient night;
The Virgin’s womb, the chosen home,
Beholds the Dawn of endless light.

O come, O come, Emmanuel,
The weary world lifts up its face;
The shepherds quake where seraphs tell
Of mercy born in lowly place.

Praise Him! Laud Him! Endless praise!
The King lies swaddled in the hay;
The Mighty God in infant gaze
Has come to take our sins away.

Hallelujah! Joy unsealed!
The heavens ring, the earth replies;
Our hearts, once bound, are now healed
By love that stoops and glorifies.

Rejoice, rejoice, expectant throng!
The Savior comes—our hope, our song;
With every breath let praise belong
To Christ the Lord forevermore!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Glory to the newborn King!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Let all creation shout and sing!

The Gravest Transgression Against the Pure Well – Slanderous Lies That Defile – And the Eternal Blessing: Rejoice When You Are Falsely Reviled by Debbie Harris

19 Friday Dec 2025

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The poem is a solemn meditation on the spiritual gravity of slander, portraying it as the greatest of sins: the deliberate tainting of a pure well (a metaphor for truth, reputation, or the soul) with toxic, untrue accusations. Like venom poured into clear water, false and malicious words spread corruption, defiling hearts and staining innocence.

Yet the poem does not end in despair. It turns to the light of Scripture—specifically the Beatitude from Matthew 5:11-12—declaring that those who endure persecution, reviling, and false evil spoken against them for righteousness’ sake are truly blessed. They are called to rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for their reward in heaven is great, just as the prophets before them faced similar trials.

The work moves from lament over the darkness of slander to triumphant hope in divine vindication, urging the reader to stand firm in purity and trust that God sees the truth. It is both a warning against the destructive power of lying tongues and a song of encouragement for the wrongly accused.

In shadows deep where falsehoods creep,
The greatest sin takes darkest form:
A pure well tainted, poisoned deep
By toxic slander, lies that swarm.

Untruths like venom spread and sting,
Defiling springs of truth and grace,
Corrupting hearts, on wicked wing,
And staining souls in foul disgrace.

Yet hear the words of ancient light,
From Sermon on the Mount so true:
Blessed are you when in the fight,
Men revile, persecute, and spew

All manner of evil falsely ‘gainst you—
For My sake, rejoice and be exceeding glad!
Great is your reward in heaven’s view,
As prophets faced the storms they had.

Stand firm, though slanders rage and roar,
The pure in heart shall see the Lord once more.

From Strength to Strength: Soaring as Sons and Daughters of the King of Kings in Our Savior’s Victorious Might to Appear Before God in Zion, the Kingdom of Our God by Debbie Harris

14 Sunday Dec 2025

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Inspired by Psalm 84:7 (KJV), this poem celebrates the believer’s triumphant spiritual pilgrimage as a journey of ever-increasing strength drawn from Christ’s boundless power.

It begins with the pilgrims pressing forward through deep valleys of trial and shadow, yet rising undaunted with hearts on fire, soaring on eagle’s wings and turning tears into refreshing springs.

The central truth shines forth: our Savior’s victorious might becomes our own, igniting weary souls, healing broken spirits, and overpowering every foe beneath the thunder of His throne. He, the glorious reigning King, claims us as His own.

As royal heirs—sons and daughters of the King of kings and Lord of lords—we soar on winds of majestic hope, crowned in royal robes under heaven’s sapphire sky, awakening faith’s triumphant dream.

The poem culminates in the bold march from strength to strength until Zion’s gates appear, where we stand face to face with our God in endless grace—Zion revealed as the eternal Kingdom of our God.

Overall, the poem is a soaring anthem of victorious hope, royal identity, and divine empowerment, proclaiming that because our Savior’s strength is our strength, we advance unstoppably into the glorious presence and Kingdom of our God.

Psalm 84:7 (KJV)
They go from strength to strength, every one of them in Zion appeareth before God.

Through valleys deep where shadows weep and trials fiercely roar,
The pilgrims rise with hearts ablaze, their footsteps ever sure.
From rugged peaks to golden heights, they climb on eagle’s wings,
Transforming tears to sparkling springs beneath the heaven’s kings.

Our Savior’s might, a blazing light, ignites the weary soul—
His boundless power, hour by hour, makes broken spirits whole.
No foe can stand, no storm withstand the thunder of His throne;
Victorious King, in glory reigning, claims us as His own.

We soar aloft on winds of hope, majestic banners high,
Crowned as heirs in royal robes beneath the sapphire sky.
Sons and daughters of the Lord, the King of kings supreme,
Lord of lords eternal, waking faith’s triumphant dream.

From strength to strength we boldly march, till Zion’s gates appear,
Where face to face in endless grace, we stand before Him near.