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Passionate Pursuit of Our Savior’s Righteousness: A Holy Call to Vigilant Devotion by Debbie Harris

27 Saturday Jun 2026

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Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

These lines were born from a heart keenly aware of its own frailty. In a world where temptation whispers at every turn, I have felt the Spirit’s gentle yet urgent call to look first within my own soul. How often do the lost pour their whole strength into fleeting sin, while we who know Christ sometimes drift with lesser zeal!

This poem is my prayer and my plea: that we would pursue the righteousness of our Savior with a passion that far exceeds the devotion of any sinner to their chains. May we examine ourselves daily, not in self-condemnation, but in humble dependence upon Jesus—clothed in His perfect righteousness, empowered by His Spirit, and drawn ever closer by His matchless love.

May these words stir your heart to run the race with fresh fire, fixing your eyes on Christ, who is both our example and our strength. To Him alone be all the glory.

In fervent hope and brotherly love,

The Poet

On Self-Examination and Vigilance

“Examine yourselves, whether ye be in the faith; prove your own selves. Know ye not your own selves, how that Jesus Christ is in you, except ye be reprobates?”

— 2 Corinthians 13:5

“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.”

— Psalm 139:23-24

On Temptation and Sin

“There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.”

— 1 Corinthians 10:13

On the Righteousness of Christ

“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.”

— 2 Corinthians 5:21

“And be found in him, not having mine own righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith.”

— Philippians 3:9

On Passionate Pursuit and Zeal

“Not as though I had already attained, either were already perfect: but I follow after, if that I may apprehend that for which also I am apprehended of Christ Jesus. Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.”

— Philippians 3:12-14

“Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord.”

— Romans 12:11

On Wholehearted Devotion

“And he said to them all, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me.”

— Luke 9:23

In Christ our Savior, source of perfect light,

We fix our gaze with hearts aflame and true;

Though sin surrounds like shadows of the night,

His righteousness becomes our bold pursuit.

With passion burning brighter than the lost

Who chase their fleeting pleasures to the grave,

We press toward the mark, no matter cost,

His holy ways our treasure, all we crave.

We search our souls beneath His piercing eye,

Confessing every stain that mars the soul;

Yet clothed in Him, we rise and testify—

His blood has made the broken sinner whole.

O Jesus, draw us nearer to Your throne,

Ignite our zeal to follow after Thee;

More fiercely than the world pursues its own,

We run the race, Your righteousness to see.

In fervent love we mirror Your pure grace,

Devoted wholly to Your will divine;

No lesser fire shall ever take Your place—

Our Savior’s righteousness forever mine.

Lord, fan the flame within this yielded breast,

That we may live as beacons in the strife,

Passionately following Your righteousness,

Bound to Your heart for all eternal life.

No Nation Can Be So Free It Allows Treason to Flourish Unchecked by Debbie Harris

27 Saturday Jun 2026

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From the Poet

Dear Reader,

I wrote this poem because the oldest tension in human society remains unsettled: how free can a country truly be before its freedom destroys the very foundation that makes freedom possible?

We rightly cherish open debate, dissent, and individual rights. Yet there is a line where speech and action cross into betrayal—where loyalty to the nation is deliberately undermined, where secrets are sold, institutions subverted, or violence incited under the banner of “liberty.” History shows again and again that nations which refuse to draw and defend that line do not remain free for long. They become hollow shells, easy prey for those who exploit their openness.

This is not a call for tyranny or censorship. It is a call for clarity. True liberty is not the absence of all restraint; it is ordered liberty—protected by laws, guarded by vigilance, and sustained by a shared commitment to the common good. Mercy has its place, but not when it amounts to national suicide.

In an age of deep divisions and sophisticated threats, we must remember a simple truth: a country that cannot distinguish between a critic and a traitor, between a dissenter and a saboteur, will eventually lose the ability to be free at all.

With respect and urgency,

The Poet

A nation cannot stretch its freedom wide

enough to shelter treason at its core.

When traitors plot beneath the open sky

and face no reckoning, the whole house falls.

Liberty is not a door without a lock—

it is a garden kept by honest hands.

Let venom grow unchecked among the roots

and every bloom will wither where it stands.

Order is the quiet wall that holds

the wild wind back so voices may be heard.

Without it, every shout becomes a storm

that tears the roof from those who built the word.

Rome learned this when she struck the traitor down;

Athens knew it before her glory dimmed.

No ancient law, no modern parchment grants

the right to burn the charter that gives life.

Dissent that argues strengthens what is true;

deceit that sells the nation for a price

is not protected speech—it is the blade

that cuts the throat of every citizen’s rights.

Security and liberty are twins;

they stand or fall together, side by side.

Kill one to prove how “free” the land can be

and both will share the selfsame grave in time.

A country “free” enough to spare the knife

that aims at its own heart has lost its way.

It trades tomorrow’s safety for today’s

illusion that no enemy is near.

True freedom stands protected, strong and clear:

it does not beg the wolf to guard the deer.

It draws the necessary, honest line—

between the right to speak and right to destroy.

Let mercy temper justice, never break it.

Let open eyes watch every shadowed path.

A nation that forgets this ancient truth

will wake one morning free no more at last.

The Blasphemous Creed of Communism: A Traitor’s Godless Rebellion Against Heaven and Homeland by Debbie Harris

27 Saturday Jun 2026

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A Note from the Poet to the Dear Reader

Dear Reader,

I write these lines not in anger alone, but in solemn warning and righteous sorrow. In an age when many are seduced by the honeyed promises of equality and progress, I lift my voice to declare that hardcore Communism is no mere political philosophy—it is a blasphemous, godless, and anti-biblical cause. Those who give it their full allegiance betray both their Creator and their country. They exchange the eternal truths of Scripture for the fleeting lies of Marx and Lenin, trading the light of faith and liberty for the iron chains of the state.

This poem is my testimony against that red treason. May it stir the hearts of the faithful, awaken the slumbering patriot, and stand as a witness that no man can serve both God and the hammer-and-sickle idol. Read it with an open soul, and judge for yourself whether the crimson flag leads to heaven or to hell.

With earnest conviction and unyielding love for truth,

The Poet

In shadowed halls where ancient freedoms stood,

A serpent coils in Communism’s guise,

Who whispers sweet of brotherhood and good,

Yet chains the soul and blinds the nation’s eyes.

Those who believe in this blasphemous cause—

This godless, anti-biblical deceit—

Betray both heaven and their native laws,

And trade their birthright for a traitor’s seat.

O hardcore Communism, foul and cold,

Thou art no patriot, but treason’s host,

A godless creed that mocks the Lord of old,

And spits upon the Scriptures’ sacred boast.

Those who embrace this anti-biblical lie

Renounce the Cross for hammer, sickle, star;

They scorn the altar, flag, and father’s cry,

To kneel before a foreign, faithless czar.

Thou speakest “equality” with serpent’s tongue,

Yet raise the guillotine on honest toil;

Communism steals from strong and young,

And turns the fruitful field to barren soil.

This traitorous cause, blasphemous and vile,

Denies the soul that God Himself hath made;

It levels man beneath the state’s cruel smile,

Where Holy Writ is burned and faith betrayed.

Betrayer clad in hammer, sickle, star,

Those who believe this godless doctrine’s breath

Have sold their country, soul, and guiding star,

To serve a creed that worships only death.

No king, no creed, no border shall endure—

Thus spake thy Marx, thy Lenin, thy foul lore—

While nations rise by faith and virtue pure,

Communism drowns the world in seas of gore.

Go hence, false sons, who bear this traitor’s brand;

The free man’s gaze and Heaven’s wrath shall claim

All who pursue this anti-biblical stand,

This blasphemous, godless, traitorous flame.

When history’s ledger closes on thy name,

’Twill read: “They sold their country and their Lord”—

For Communism’s dream, wrapped deep in shame,

Leaves only chains where liberty once soared.

Lifting the Heart to Eternal Realms: A Sonnet upon Colossians 3:2 by Debbie Harris

26 Friday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

In a world that pulls our gaze downward—toward glittering distractions, fading treasures, and passing shadows—I offer these lines as a quiet invitation to look higher. May this sonnet stir your heart to fix its deepest affections where they truly belong: upon Christ, who sits enthroned above, and upon the eternal realities that outshine every earthly glory. Let these words be a compass when the dust of daily life threatens to cloud your vision.

With prayer and poetic affection,

The Poet

Colossians 3:2

Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth.

(King James Version)

Set not thy gaze upon the dust that gleams

In fleeting gold beneath the sinking sun,

Nor chase the moth-winged dreams that burst in seams

Of smoke and shadow when the chase is done.

Lift up thy heart where crystal rivers wind

Through fields of living light no eye hath seen,

Where crowns of amethyst and sapphire shine

On brows that death’s cold fingers never glean.

There, thrones of sapphire flame and seraphs’ wings

Beat hymns that shake the everlasting hills;

Here, earthly anchors rust and siren-sings

Fade like spent embers on forsaken sills.

O fix thy compass on the heights above—

Where Christ is seated, there alone is love.

“I Will Bless Those Who Bless Thee”: A Poetic Defense of Israel Against the Demonic Lie of Replacement Theology by Debbie Harris

26 Friday Jun 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In these last days, when many voices within the visible church seek to allegorize away the plain words of Scripture, this poem stands as a humble yet unwavering declaration of biblical truth. The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob has not changed (Malachi 3:6). His covenants with the nation of Israel are everlasting, unconditional in their foundation, and rooted in His sovereign election of Abraham: “I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed” (Genesis 12:3).

Replacement theology — also known as supersessionism — is a demonic deception that has plagued segments of the Church for centuries. It falsely asserts that the Church has permanently replaced Israel as the recipient of God’s covenants, promises, and land. This teaching robs Israel of her distinct national identity and future, transfers her Abrahamic, Davidic, and New Covenant blessings to the Gentiles, and ultimately denies the literal fulfillment of hundreds of Old Testament prophecies concerning Israel’s restoration, regathering, and spiritual regeneration (see Ezekiel 36–37, Jeremiah 31, Amos 9:14–15, and Zechariah 12–14).

Yet the Apostle Paul, by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, directly refutes this error in Romans 11. He declares that God has not cast away His people whom He foreknew (v. 1–2). Israel’s partial hardening is temporary — “until the fullness of the Gentiles has come in” (v. 25). The natural branches, though broken off for a season through unbelief, remain beloved for the sake of the fathers. God’s gifts and calling are irrevocable (v. 29). We Gentile believers are wild olive branches grafted in by grace alone to share in the nourishing root of the patriarchs — not to replace the tree, but to partake alongside it. Paul warns us sternly: “Do not boast against the branches… remember it is not you who support the root, but the root supports you” (v. 18).

To love and bless Israel today is therefore an act of obedience to the unchanging God of the Bible. It is to align our hearts with His heart for the Jewish people, the land He calls His own (2 Chronicles 7:20), and the future day when “all Israel will be saved” (Romans 11:26) as the Deliverer comes out of Zion. It is to reject every proud theology that exalts the Church above the covenants God swore by His own name.

May these verses stir your heart to pray for the peace of Jerusalem (Psalm 122:6), to stand with the Jewish people against every form of antisemitism and theological erasure, and to walk humbly as a grateful graft — rejoicing that one day Jew and Gentile together will worship the King of kings in the fullness of His redemptive plan.

With prayerful conviction and love for the God of Israel,

The Poet

Scriptural Foundation

• Genesis 12:3 — “And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed.”

• Genesis 17:7-8 — God establishes an “everlasting covenant” with Abraham and his seed after him, giving them the land of Canaan “for an everlasting possession.”

• Malachi 3:6 — “For I am the LORD, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.”

• Romans 11:1-2 — “I say then, Hath God cast away his people? God forbid. For I also am an Israelite… God hath not cast away his people which he foreknew.”

• Romans 11:11, 17-18, 24 — Israel’s fall brought salvation to the Gentiles, yet wild olive branches are grafted in to share the root; we are warned not to boast against the natural branches.

• Romans 11:25-29 — “Blindness in part is happened to Israel, until the fulness of the Gentiles be come in. And so all Israel shall be saved… As touching the election, they are beloved for the fathers’ sakes. For the gifts and calling of God are without repentance.”

• Psalm 122:6 — “Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee.”

• Ezekiel 36:24-28 & 37:21-22 — God promises to regather Israel from the nations, cleanse them, give them a new heart, and make them one nation in the land.

• Jeremiah 31:35-37 — The ordinances of the sun, moon, and stars must fail before God casts off the seed of Israel forever.

• Zechariah 12:10 & 14:4 — Israel will look upon Him whom they pierced and mourn; the Lord will return to the Mount of Olives.

Those who bless Israel, the Lord’s own vine,

Shall find His hand outstretched in favor sure;

For thus He spoke to Abram’s chosen line:

“I will bless them that bless thee, evermore.”

No Gentile church usurps her sacred place,

Nor claims the title God to Jacob gave;

Replacement theology—that foul disgrace,

The demonic lie that Israel God forsook.

It teaches Christ’s own people are cast out,

Their covenants transferred to Gentile hands;

It steals the land, the promises, the shout

Of prophets who foretold her future stands.

This dark deception twists the sacred page,

Declaring God has changed His holy mind;

Yet Romans eleven thunders through the age:

“God has not cast away His people—blind

They are for now, but not forever lost.”

Wild olives, grafted by amazing grace,

Draw life from roots the patriarchs once knew;

They share the sap within the noble place,

But never boast against the branches true.

The natural boughs, though broken for a time,

Remain beloved for the fathers’ sake;

His gifts and calling stand through every clime—

He will restore the nation He did make.

All who uphold her walls with prayer and deed,

Who love her people, land, and holy name,

Walk in the blessing Scripture has decreed—

Abundance, peace, and heaven’s shielding flame.

O universal truth from ages past:

The God of Israel never shifts or lies;

Replacement’s poison cannot make Him cast

His sworn eternal word before our eyes.

Grafted believers, humble in your role,

Do not exalt above the root that feeds;

For Israel’s future glory shall console

The nations when the King of kings intercedes.

Thus every soul that stands with Jacob’s seed

And honors what the Lord has sworn to keep,

Receives the covenantal joy indeed—

Life from the dead, when all the world shall weep.

To love His Israel is to love His throne,

To bless her is to dwell beneath His smile;

The Bible’s promise stands for God alone—

Unchanged, eternal, through each testing mile.

The Narrow Holy Way: A Thunderous Call to Repentance, Truth, and the Blood-Bought Remnant by Debbie Harris

26 Friday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the Poet:

If these lines feel sharp, it is only because the Word of God is sharper than any two-edged sword. I did not write to offend the world, but to awaken the Church. In an age that remakes Jesus into a harmless friend who approves of everything, I wanted to lift up the real Christ—the One who flips tables, calls for repentance, and offers blood-bought grace to empty hands.

This poem is both warning and invitation. A warning against every doctrine of demons that twists the Gospel into self-help, prosperity, or moral license. And a joyful celebration for the faithful few who are willing to walk the narrow, holy way—scarred feet, lifted faces, and eyes fixed on Jesus.

If you are weary of shallow faith and hungry for the real thing, then these words are for you. Count the cost, take up your cross, and walk on. The road is hard, but the fellowship is sweet, and the reward is eternal.

May the Holy Spirit use this poem to stir your heart, strengthen your steps, and fix your gaze on the only Savior who is worthy.

Soli Deo Gloria,

The Poet

In shadowed halls where crowds seek easy grace,

A feeble faith now fashions gods of clay—

A Jesus mild, who winks at every base

And calls the darkness light, the night the day.

He flips no tables in the temple court,

Nor thunders truth where lies have built their throne;

His “love” is license, tolerance a sport,

That crowns the flesh while crucifying stone.

Yet narrow is the gate, the way is strait,

Where holy fire refines the contrite soul;

Salvation comes not sealed by works or fate,

But blood-bought grace that makes the broken whole.

Repent, and trust the Lamb who bore the curse—

No other name, no other price will do.

The cross stands lone against the devil’s purse,

And empty hands alone may enter through.

All isms born of men, all liberal lies,

Are doctrines breathed from hell’s corrupted spring;

They twist the Gospel till the pure truth dies,

And call the serpent’s hiss a righteous thing.

Prosperity’s false prophets, sleek and bold,

Proclaim a heaven here on golden streets—

The Lord declares them anathema, cold,

And bars them from the flock His blood redeems.

O Church, arise! Let ancient thunder roll,

Cling to the Word that cannot bend or break.

The world will scorn the Christ who saves the soul,

But heaven crowns the faithful for His sake.

Yet joy awaits the remnant bold and true,

Who tread the narrow path with lifted face;

Their feet are scarred, yet hearts are born anew,

And glory’s dawn outshines the world’s disgrace.

They walk with Jesus through the sword and flame,

In sweet communion none can take away;

The King Himself will call them by their name,

And crown them with eternal, deathless day!

Rejoice, ye holy few, who count all loss,

For Him who loved and bought you with His blood—

Your narrow way leads upward to the Cross,

Where heaven’s welcome drowns the tempter’s flood!

Blessed are the few who choose this pilgrim road,

Though lonely, steep, and veiled in morning mist;

For every step draws nearer to their God,

And angels sing above the narrow twist.

Stand fast, dear saints—the narrow road is blessed.

The King is coming soon to claim His own.

One Nation Under God: Rejecting the Deadly Satanic Creed of Democratic Socialism and Its Godless Communist Radicalism by Debbie Harris

25 Thursday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

In this hour of gathering shadows, when ancient liberties are under siege and the soul of our Republic is tested, I offer this poem as a clarion call from the heart of a patriot who still believes in the God who birthed America.

We were never meant to be a godless nation ruled by envy, nor a land bowed beneath foreign ideologies that mock the Cross and despise the freedoms our forefathers purchased with blood and prayer. Democratic socialism is no gentle reformer—it is the velvet glove over communism’s iron fist, ushering in radicalism and every form of immorality that seeks to erase “One Nation Under God” from our pledge, our monuments, and our children’s hearts.

This verse is my stand: a declaration that America belongs to the God of the Bible, not to Marx, not to any crescent, and not to the chaos of radical upheaval. We must reject the serpent’s whisper, cast down its lies, and raise the Cross once more over freedom’s domain.

May these words stir courage in your spirit, strengthen your resolve, and remind you that we are still “One Nation Under God”—indivisible, with liberty and justice for all who honor Him.

Stand firm. The battle is spiritual, but the victory belongs to the righteous.

In solemn hope and unyielding faith,

The Poet

Psalm 33:12

“Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD; and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.”

Proverbs 14:34

“Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.”

2 Chronicles 7:14

“If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”

Galatians 5:1

“Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.”

2 Corinthians 3:17

“Now the Lord is that Spirit: and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.”

Ephesians 6:12

“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”

One nation under God we stand, unbowed and true,

Not communism’s chains, nor Islam’s crescent hue,

Nor radicalism’s storm that seeks to tear apart

The soul of liberty enshrined within each heart.

In hallowed halls where liberty once burned bright,

A shadow creeps beneath the veil of night.

The deadly Satanic, Godless, blasphemous creed

Dons democratic socialism’s mask of need.

It whispers softly of equality’s fair grace,

Yet communism’s iron fist lies in its face.

Not new, not kind, but tyranny reborn in guise,

To chain the free and mock the Savior’s skies.

This venom spreads through America’s sacred ground,

Bringing radicalism’s fire and immorality’s bound—

Of every sordid ilk that scorns the moral law,

Blasphemes the Cross, and bends the knee to flawed.

It peddles chaos cloaked in compassion’s name,

Godless altars built on envy, hate, and shame.

Yet we declare, with voices clear and strong:

One nation under God—we shall not go along!

Not communism’s yoke, nor Islam’s rigid call,

Nor radicalism’s rage that topples every wall.

Awake, O land of Washington and pilgrim’s prayer,

Reject this darkness; keep the faith we bear.

For truth and God alone can guard the free and bold;

This deadly lie must never claim our gold.

Stand firm, America, against the serpent’s art—

One nation under God, with fire in our heart!

We cast this darkness down, its lies exposed and slain,

And raise the Cross once more o’er freedom’s vast domain!

Salt and Light in the Last Days: Watchmen Warning, Trumpeting Salvation’s Call by Debbie Harris

23 Tuesday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

In these darkening days, when the signs of the times press heavy upon us—like this recent Iran deal that has left so many faithful hearts discouraged and Israel feeling betrayed by allies—we must remember our calling. I write not from despair but from burning hope. We are called to live as salt and light—preserving truth, shining amid decay—while our hearts remain fixed on a Kingdom not of this world. Our hope is not in shifting alliances or earthly powers, but in the unchanging God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. He who watches over Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps.

Do not lose heart. May these lines stir you to stand boldly: loving what God loves, hating what He hates, watching on the wall, warning against evil, and trumpeting the glorious Gospel louder still while time remains. The King is coming. Let us be found faithful.

With urgency and affection,

The Poet

In this dark age our feet yet tread the sod,

Yet hope abides not here where empires fall;

As salt we season, preserve the path of God,

Though not of this world—our true home is all.

More in the Word, less in its fleeting tide,

We walk as strangers, pilgrims through the night;

The miry clay cannot our souls abide,

For heaven’s call outshines its false delight.

End-time scrolls unroll their solemn page:

Nations conspire, betraying Israel’s vine;

They scorn the covenant, inflame their rage—

Yet we remain, as salt, by grace divine.

We flavor truth where decay would claim the day,

Loving what God loves and hating what He hates;

We take our stand against the evil’s sway,

And shine as beacons ‘gainst the gathering storm.

May we be watchmen, watchwomen on the wall,

Warning all against the evils of the day;

Yet trumpeting salvation’s glorious call,

For time is short—the signs upon the earth obey.

Not bound by earthly crowns that rot away,

Our citizenship is where the angels form;

The fig tree greens, the birth pangs multiply,

Wars thunder loud, false prophets fill the air.

But we, preserved by Him who cannot die,

Proclaim His coming—bright, beyond compare;

So let us shine as salt upon the land,

In this world present, yet from it set free.

Our King approaches with the trumpet’s grand—

Redeemed, restored, for all eternity.

Fix eyes on glory past the temporal fray,

Where salt finds purpose in the Savior’s hand;

Not of this realm, yet salt till break of day—

In Christ our hope, the Rock on which we stand.

Through Jesus Christ We Behold Eternal Sunshine: A Hymn of Grace Celebrating the Cross, the Empty Tomb, and the Glorious Light of the Lamb by Debbie Harris

21 Sunday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the poet’s heart:

In these lines I have sought to echo the thunderous joy of Charles Spurgeon, that prince of preachers who ever lifted high the Sun of Righteousness. May this humble verse stir your soul to fix its gaze upon Jesus Christ, in whom alone we find eternal sunshine—unclouded, unending, and freely given to every weary pilgrim who trusts in Him. Read it slowly, aloud if you can, and let the ancient truths shine afresh in your spirit.

Grace and peace be yours in abundance through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Malachi 4:2 (KJV)

But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.

In realms where tempests rage and shadows creep,

Where sin’s dark clouds their heavy burdens heap,

A radiant beam from heaven’s throne descends—

Through Jesus Christ, eternal sunshine bends!

Behold the cross, a tree of wondrous grace,

Where blood-red rivers wash the sinner’s face;

Its arms outstretched like golden rays unfurled,

Illuminate the weary, broken world.

No more the night of guilt’s oppressive gloom,

No more the frost of death’s impending doom—

The Sun of Righteousness arises bright,

With healing wings that chase away the night.

See how the valleys bloom in verdant green,

Where once the thorns of sorrow pierced unseen;

The desert hearts, once parched and cracked with pain,

Now drink the living streams of heaven’s rain.

Mountains of doubt dissolve in morning light,

As crystal dews of mercy kiss the height;

The lily pure, the rose of Sharon fair,

Proclaim His glory in the fragrant air.

O soul adrift on oceans wild and vast,

Where waves of trial crash and thunder blast—

Lift up thine eyes! The Pilot stands serene,

His voice commands the storm to calm, serene.

Through Jesus Christ, the skies forever blue,

Eternal sunshine bathes the ransomed few;

No eclipse dims the Lamb upon the throne,

Whose glory lights the city as His own.

The pilgrim’s path, though rugged, gleams with gold,

Each step a jewel in the crown foretold;

The ancient gates of pearl swing open wide,

Revealing pastures where the saints abide.

No winter’s chill, no autumn’s fading leaf,

But spring eternal, free from pain and grief—

In robes of white, beneath the endless day,

We bask forever in His shining ray.

Come, burdened one, beneath the yoke of care,

Lay down thy load; the Saviour’s yoke is fair.

His gentle hand will lead through fields of peace,

Where sorrows end and joys forever increase.

The chains of fear that bound the captive soul

Now melt like frost before His bright control;

In liberty divine, the spirit sings,

And soars on wings of love beneath His wings.

See heaven’s throne, where crystal rivers flow,

And trees of life in endless summer grow;

No need of sun or moon to give their light,

The Lamb Himself dispels all shades of night.

The ransomed throng in white arrayed proclaim,

“Worthy the Lamb that once for sinners slain!”

Their voices blend in everlasting praise,

Through endless ages, in undimmed blaze.

O death, where is thy sting? Thy victory lost!

The grave no more can claim its chilling frost.

For He who rose triumphant from the tomb

Has turned our midnight into endless noon.

The former things have passed, forgotten, gone;

Behold, all things are new in morning’s dawn.

Through Jesus Christ, the Victor over all,

Eternal sunshine crowns both great and small.

Awake, my soul, and sing this joyful strain,

Let every tongue repeat the glad refrain:

Through Jesus Christ, the Light that knows no end,

The King whose throne the heavens vast defend.

Come, weary one, and taste this joy divine—

Eternal sunshine, yours and ever mine!

No cloud shall dim, no storm shall ever rise,

In Christ alone our sun forever shines.

America, America: The Moment We Turn Our Backs on Israel, God Will Turn His Back on Us by Debbie Harris

20 Saturday Jun 2026

Posted by in Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational

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America, America, the warning thunders loud—

Turn not your back on Israel, or face the wrath of God!

From Genesis twelve the covenant burns eternal flame:

“I bless the blessers, curse the cursers—none escape My Name!”

You sprang from pilgrim altars on a wild and hostile shore,

A city on a hill that nations feared and empires swore.

Through blood of Bunker Hill and beaches red with Normandy,

You guarded Jacob’s remnant, set the captive people free.

But now the jackals circle, Hamas howls October’s gore,

Babies burned, girls shattered on that dark and bloody shore.

While Tehran sharpens daggers and the weak-kneed counsel “peace,”

Will you betray the apple of His eye for oil and false release?

O traitorous hearts in marble halls who barter steel for votes,

Who pause the bombs on Iron Dome and loosen Satan’s throats—

The God who parted oceans, who toppled Pharaoh’s throne,

Will rend this shining nation if we leave His people lone!

No Constitution saves you when the Holy Hand withdraws,

No dollar, drone, or ballot stops the coming righteous cause.

Empires rot from inside when they scorn the ancient vow—

Rome fell, Babylon crumbled—America, you’re falling now!

Arise, you sons of thunder, you daughters forged in fire!

Let stars and stripes entwine the Star of David higher!

No UN chains, no campus screams, no media serpent’s hiss

Shall break the bond that heaven sealed—defend her or perish!

For if we turn our backs today on Zion’s bloodied wall,

Then heaven’s back will turn on us—and judgment soon will fall.

The skies will blacken, fields will fail, the cities choke in fear—

The God of Abraham remembers every traitor’s sneer.

America, America, choose life or choose the grave!

Stand with Israel’s warriors—be strong, be bold, be brave!

The moment that we falter, the moment we betray,

The Lord of Hosts will turn away—and darkness claims the day.

Hold the line! Hold the line! Let the righteous trumpet blast!

Bless the seed of Abraham—America, stand fast!

Or watch your glory crumble like dust beneath His feet—

The choice is yours this hour: **Victory… or defeat.**