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From Twisted Verse Taken Out of Context to Holy Roar: Reclaiming Righteous Judgment in a Lukewarm Age by Debbie Harris

19 Friday Jun 2026

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From the Poet

Dear Reader,

I do not write as one who has arrived. I write as a fellow sinner—saved by grace, still stumbling, yet sick to my stomach at what I see.

The beautiful, holy command “Judge not” has been ripped violently from its context and forged into a blunt weapon to silence conviction, muzzle truth, and keep the Church comfortably lukewarm. In this dark hour when evil is paraded as good, when lies are called love and darkness is left to devour souls unchallenged, a spineless, smiling silence has replaced the roar of righteous judgment.

But the Word of God does not bend to our cowardice. It thunders still: hate evil, expose darkness, judge with right judgment, speak truth in love—even when it costs us. Jesus did not come to affirm our destruction; He came to confront it with both nail-scarred hands and a whip of cords.

This poem is my imperfect roar. May it strike a spark in your spirit. May it awaken you to hold the plank in your own eye without ever dropping the sword of mercy from your hand. The hour is late. The stakes are eternal.

Rise with me, Church—flawed, forgiven, and finally unafraid. Let us love people enough to tell them the truth, even when it burns. Because real love does not smile while souls walk toward hell.

With holy fire and trembling knees,

The Poet

On Righteous Judgment & Moral Clarity

• John 7:24 – “Do not judge by appearances, but judge with right judgment.”

• Ephesians 5:11 – “Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them.”

• Ephesians 4:15 – “…speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ.”

On Hating Evil While Loving People

• Psalm 97:10 – O you who love the Lord, hate evil!

• Romans 12:9 – Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good.

• Amos 5:15 – Hate evil, and love good…

Jesus’ Example – Compassion and Confrontation

• John 4:1-42 – The woman at the well (gentle truth that transforms).

• Matthew 21:12-13 / John 2:13-17 – Jesus cleanses the temple (flipping tables).

• Matthew 23:13-33 – “Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!” (strong rebuke of religious hypocrisy).

The Church’s Calling

• Ezekiel 33:7-9 – The watchman must warn or bear the guilt of silence.

• 2 Timothy 4:2-4 – Preach the word… reprove, rebuke, and exhort, with complete patience and teaching.

• Revelation 3:15-16 – I know your works: you are neither cold nor hot… because you are lukewarm, I will spit you out of my mouth.

In velvet fog the half-verse drifts,

“Who am I to judge?” — the chorus lifts

A shield for sin, a club for truth,

While logs lie heavy on the eye of proof.

They twist the Word till courage dies,

Lukewarm the salt that once burned eyes;

No tables flipped, no vipers named,

Just smiles that watch the broken walk ashamed.

Yet Scripture thunders, double-edged and bright:

Hate evil, cling to good with all your might!

Judge righteous judgment, not by vain display—

Expose the darkness that devours the day.

The Master wept beside the well,

Yet scourged the house where thieves would dwell;

He called the lost with arms spread wide,

Yet called the lie and would not let it hide.

So come, believer, bent but unafraid:

Confess your plank in dust where mercy’s laid.

Then rise—speak life where death parades,

Name wolves as wolves and light the fading shades.

Not soul-condemning, proud, or shrill,

But love that loves enough to still

The honeyed poison, the glittering lie—

A bleeding heart that will not say “You do you” while people die.

Let lukewarm fade, let holy fire return;

Humility that does not quench the flame, but burns

To purify, not to destroy the name—

This is the Church that bears the Savior’s flame.

Who am I to judge? A sinner, yes, redeemed—

Yet summoned by the King to stand between

The living and the grave, the truth and lie.

By grace I walk. By grace I will not shy.

Rise, Church! Flawed, forgiven, bold and wide awake!

The hour is late, the stakes are high—

No more the silent smile, no more the fake.

Take up the sword of mercy, kiss the cross,

And roar the Word that hell itself cannot exhaust!

The world is watching. Heaven waits to see

A Church on fire — unashamed, set free —

Holding both grace and truth in hands made strong,

Proclaiming Christ till every knee bends low.

This is our moment. Rise. The King is here.

Let lukewarm die. Let Zion’s fire appear!

If Deliverance Delays for the People of Esther and Mordecai: The Iranian Serpent Reigns — Defined by Darkness by Debbie Harris

18 Thursday Jun 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

These words were written with trembling hands and a heavy heart. In the spirit of Esther and Mordecai, this poem gives voice to a people once more standing beneath gallows raised by those who seek their total destruction. The demonic Muslim-led regime in Iran is a present terror, boasting annihilation while the world often turns away.

Yet I write with unshaken hope: the same Jesus who cast out demons, who broke the power of hell, and who rose victorious over every dark throne still reigns. His authority is greater than any serpent, any regime, any blood-red crescent. Even if deliverance tarries, the Lion of Judah — Jesus the Messiah — will have the final word. The night may devour for a season, but it cannot overcome the One who has already conquered sin, death, and every demonic force.

Pray with the remnant. Fast and cry out. Jesus holds the scroll of history and the keys of hell itself.

With solemn hope anchored in Christ,

The Poet

In shadowed chambers where the gallows loom,

The seed of Esther and Mordecai arise.

Beneath a tyrant’s blood-red crescent moon,

They lift their prayers against demonic skies.

Haman’s heirs in tunnels dark and deep,

With rocket’s shriek and suicide’s embrace,

Have sworn the ancient covenant to break

And blot out Jacob’s name from every place.

Yet sackcloth hearts in hidden rooms still fast,

Mothers, children, elders on their knees;

Their whispered pleas through tear and smoke ascend—

For if deliverance delays, what tragedy?

If freedom tarries, demonic horror reigns:

The serpent’s spawn will feast on blood and bone,

Cities turned to ash, the innocent slain,

A Holocaust renewed beneath their throne.

Mordecai still paces sleepless walls,

Esther dons her royal robes of faith;

“No accident this terror’s bitter hour—

For such a time as this,” the Spirit saith.

The serpent regime coils with poison breath,

Boasting death from Gaza’s pits to Tehran’s throne;

Yet Heaven’s ledger may still turn—or not—

The God of Purim sits upon His own.

O remnant of the Star and Shield, hold fast!

The dice of Haman roll across the land,

We do not know if freedom comes at last,

Or if the night devours us—yet defines us where we stand.

Sing, O Israel, though the night is long,

The scroll of Esther burns within your veins;

Each tefillah a hammer on the strong,

Each Shabbat candle breaks what darkness gains.

The Lion of Judah stirs—yet may stay still,

His roar withheld behind the veil of flame;

What man devised for evil, God alone will will—

Reversal dawns… or else the darkness claims.

From crimson banners torn and gallows built,

The wicked laugh upon the swords they drew;

Devoured or delivered, this trial defines us through and through—

We do not know if freedom comes… yet still we cry, O God, turn the plot… or we die.

**O Jesus, turn the plot—our hope is in Your might!**

Surrendered Clay and Redeemed Canvas: Becoming Masterpieces for the Savior’s Glory Alone by Debbie Harris

18 Thursday Jun 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In the quiet hours when the soul turns from the clamor of self toward the eternal Artist, this poem was born. We are but dust and clay—fragile, flawed, and fleeting—yet in the hands of our Savior, even the broken becomes beautiful. Not for our own praise, nor for the admiration of men, but for His glory alone do we long to be shaped, refined, and displayed.

May these verses serve as a gentle reminder: surrender is not loss, but the beginning of true mastery. Let every line draw your heart to the cross, where the greatest work of redemption was completed, and where our own stories find their purpose.

May we all become masterpieces—not by our striving, but by His grace—for the Savior’s glory alone.

With prayer and hope,

The Poet

• Ephesians 2:10
For we are God’s handiwork [poiēma – His poem, His masterpiece], created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.

• Isaiah 64:8
Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.

• Jeremiah 18:6
Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand…” declares the Lord.

• Isaiah 43:7
everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made.

• 2 Corinthians 5:17
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!

• 2 Corinthians 3:18
And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.

• 1 Peter 1:7
These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.

In clay of dust, the Master’s hand did mold,

A vessel frail, yet formed with purpose bright;

Through fire and trial, refined as purest gold,

To shine not for the world, but for His light.

We wander lost in self’s dim, shadowed frame,

Chipped marble cracked by pride and vain desire;

Yet He, the Sculptor, calls us by our name,

To yield the chisel—trust His holy fire.

O let us break, surrender every part,

The brushstrokes of His grace upon our soul;

No fleeting fame, no glory of the heart,

But canvas pure for Him who makes us whole.

The Savior’s blood, the varnish of our days,

Transforms the broken into works of art;

Each line and hue a testament of praise,

Reflecting not ourselves, but Heaven’s heart.

May every soul a masterpiece become,

Not for our crowns, nor for the crowd’s acclaim,

But for the Lamb upon the endless throne—

His glory sole, eternal, without name.

So rise, ye fragments, in the Artist’s gaze,

And let the world behold what Love has done:

A gallery of grace, ablaze with rays

That point to Christ, the Father’s only Son.

Amen.

Gem-Encrusted Stepping Stones to the Throne of the Eternal King by Debbie Harris

16 Tuesday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the poet’s heart:

This prayer was birthed in quiet reverence and laid as a living offering at the feet of the King of kings. May these words, adorned with royal imagery drawn from the very courts of heaven, serve as gentle, gem-filled stepping stones for your soul — drawing you ever closer to His throne, awakening fresh awe, deeper surrender, and a burning desire to walk in His holy ways.

May we arise as royal heralds arrayed in His splendor, faithful ambassadors of the cross, and bold proclaimers of our Savior’s glorious gift of salvation — freely offered, lavishly poured out, purchased by His precious blood — so that every wandering heart, captive soul, and weary pilgrim might be pointed with joy and urgency toward His resplendent eternal palace and unveiled face.

Scriptural Foundations (NKJV)

Royal Throne & Majesty of the King

• Revelation 4:2-3, 8-11 — Immediately I was in the Spirit; and behold, a throne set in heaven, and One sat on the throne. And He who sat there was like a jasper and a sardius stone in appearance; and there was a rainbow around the throne, in appearance like an emerald. … The four living creatures… do not rest day or night, saying: ‘Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty…’ The twenty-four elders fall down before Him who sits on the throne and worship Him who lives forever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne, saying: ‘You are worthy, O Lord, To receive glory and honor and power; For You created all things, And by Your will they exist and were created.

• Hebrews 1:8 — But to the Son He says: ‘Your throne, O God, is forever and ever; A scepter of righteousness is the scepter of Your kingdom.

• Psalm 89:14 — Righteousness and justice are the foundation of Your throne; Mercy and truth go before Your face.

Commandments & Stepping Stones / Paths of Righteousness

• Psalm 119:105 — Your word is a lamp to my feet And a light to my path.

Righteousness, Holiness, Mercy & Justice

• Micah 6:8 — He has shown you, O man, what is good; And what does the Lord require of you But to do justly, To love mercy, And to walk humbly with your God?

Heralds, Ambassadors & Proclaimers of Salvation

• 2 Corinthians 5:20 — Now then, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were pleading through us: we implore you on Christ’s behalf, be reconciled to God.

• Isaiah 52:7 — How beautiful upon the mountains Are the feet of him who brings good news, Who proclaims peace, Who brings glad tidings of good things, Who proclaims salvation, Who says to Zion, ‘Your God reigns!

Crowns, Blood of the Lamb & Eternal Kingdom

• Revelation 5:9-10 — And they sang a new song, saying: ‘You are worthy to take the scroll, And to open its seals; For You were slain, And have redeemed us to God by Your blood Out of every tribe and tongue and people and nation, And have made us kings and priests to our God; And we shall reign on the earth.

O Majestic Sovereign, enthroned in unapproachable light,
High above the seraphim and the ceaseless choirs of heaven,

May Your sacred commandments—
Those flawless, golden royal decrees,
Forged in the unquenchable fires of Your eternal wisdom
And sealed with the blood of the Lamb upon the throne—
Become our minute-by-minute,
Gem-encrusted stepping stones of celestial glory:

Sapphires of unyielding righteousness, deep as the sea of glass,
Emeralds of transcendent holiness, verdant as the courts of Eden restored,
Rubies of mercy aflame with the compassion of the pierced King,
Diamonds of justice pure and radiant as the first light of creation’s dawn,

All hewn from the inexhaustible treasure vaults of Your throne room,
Cut by the hand of the Ancient of Days, polished by the breath of the Spirit.

Paved in breathtaking splendor across the tapestry of our fleeting days,
Like a grand processional path of living jewels and burning stones,
Winding through valleys of shadow and mountains of trial,
Beneath the unfurled banners of Your victory,
Woven with threads of grace, embroidered with threads of sovereign love.

So we, Your humble subjects and blood-bought heirs of the Kingdom,
May cast our tarnished crowns before Your nail-scarred feet in awe,
Bow low beneath the scepter of Your boundless mercy and iron rule,
And with voices lifted like a multitude of heralding trumpets and resounding shofars,
May we be heralds, trumpets, and ambassadors
Proclaiming Christ’s free gift of salvation
To every wandering heart, every captive soul, every weary pilgrim,
Pointing them toward Your resplendent eternal palace,
The radiant courts of Your holy presence and unveiled face,
Where night is banished, and glory never fades.

There, in the blazing light of Your unveiled face,
we will walk these living paths of jeweled glory
and lift unceasing songs of praise
through every season, every age,
until the kingdoms of this world
become the kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ—
who reigns with You, O Father,
in the perfect, eternal communion
of the one Triune God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
world without end. Amen.

The Unquenchable Inner Dawn – Jesus Christ Within, Our Glory and Hope-Filled Holy Redemptive Shine by Debbie Harris

15 Monday Jun 2026

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Christ in you, the hope of glory.” (Colossians 1:27)

Dear Reader,

If these words have found their way to you, please know they were born from a heart overflowing with wonder. The phrase “Jesus Christ within is our glory and hope filled holy redemptive shine” arrived like a sudden shaft of light, and all I did was stand still long enough for the poem to pour through.

This is not polished verse written for applause. It is a quiet testimony: the same risen Christ who walked dusty roads two thousand years ago now makes His home inside ordinary people like you and me. He is not distant. He is the inner sunrise, the living flame, the hope that refuses to stay buried.

Whenever life feels heavy or the night too long, may these lines remind you to look inward. There, where no eye but faith can see, shines the glory of God in human clay. Carry it gently. Let it leak through your words, your hands, your quiet faithfulness. The world is desperate for this redemptive shine.

Thank you for reading.

May Christ in you grow brighter with every breath.

With grace and wonder,

The Poet

Jesus Christ within

is our glory and hope-filled holy redemptive shine—

a living flame no night can bind,

a sunrise kindled in the marrow of the soul.

He walks the hidden halls of bone and breath,

turns shadowed chambers into cathedrals bright,

makes every heartbeat a cathedral bell

ringing resurrection into the ordinary day.

When sorrow presses like a stone,

He is the crack of light that splits the tomb;

when fear coils cold around the heart,

He is the blaze that melts the chains to gold.

O holy shine, O inner Star of stars,

You dwell where no eye but faith can see—

yet every kindness, every quiet grace,

leaks Your glory through our fragile clay.

We carry You like lanterns in our lungs,

like dawn tucked beneath the ribs,

and wherever weary feet still walk this earth,

the redemptive shine goes forth.

Christ in us—

the hope, the glory, the unending dawn.

Let the whole world feel the warmth.

✨ Amen.

The Tragic Deception: When Christendom Loves Gold More Than the Gold-Filled Pages of Scripture by Debbie Harris

12 Friday Jun 2026

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The Tragic Deception

(The Church and the Golden Idol)

1 Timothy 6:10 (KJV)

For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.

Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

I wrote this poem with a heavy heart and a burning spirit.

In a world drowning in prosperity sermons and golden cathedrals, it grieves me to see Christendom often loving the sound of coins more than the living fire sealed within the gold- and silver-filled pages of Scripture. Money is not evil — it is a tool, a servant, a means to bless and build. But when the love of it slips quietly onto the throne of the heart, it becomes the most ancient and subtle idolatry: Mammon in the sanctuary.

This is not a condemnation of honest wealth or faithful stewardship. It is a lament and a warning. The Church was never meant to compete with the marketplace; she was called to confront it with truth, purity, and sacrificial love. When the rattle of riches grows louder than the voice of the Spirit, tragedy follows.

My prayer is that these words stir you — not to shame, but to holy jealousy for the Word of God above all else. May we return together to the refining fire. May Scripture once again be our greatest treasure.

With urgency and affection,

The Poet

Matthew 6:24 (KJV)

No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon

If Christendom bows to the chime of cold gold,

To silver’s soft rustle, to currency’s call,

More than the Scriptures where treasures untold

Lie layered like fire in refining’s pure hall—

Then tragedy reigns in this demonic deceit,

Where shepherds grow fat while the sheep starve for bread,

Where marble cathedrals and ledgers compete

With the voice of the Spirit long silenced and dead.

The gold-filled pages lie dusty and dim,

While vaults overflow and the pulpit grows tame.

They preach “abundance” but crucify Him

Who warned that a rich man can die in his shame.

O Church, wake and tremble! This lie is your snare—

A glittering noose wrapped in “blessing” and “seed.”

The Cross is not commerce; the Kingdom not fair

When Mammon is master and Jesus recedes.

Return to the furnace where truth is assayed,

Where money is vapor and Scripture is flame.

Let love of the Word be your only parade—

Not the rattle of riches, the curse of ill gain.

The Triumph of the Most High: Encouragement for Believers When the Wicked Spring Forth as Grass – Psalm 92:5-9 in Classical Heroic Verse by Debbie Harris

12 Friday Jun 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Believer,

When evil seems to flourish all around us—when the wicked rise like unchecked grass and the workers of iniquity appear unstoppable—take heart. The Lord sees it clearly and declares with divine finality: “Nope.” Their moment is brief, their root already severed beneath His sovereign hand.

This is the triumphant heart of Psalm 92: the temporary bloom of wickedness contrasted with the everlasting exaltation of our God. Read these lines when discouragement presses in. Speak them aloud. Let them remind you that justice is not delayed forever—evil will be cut down, scattered like chaff, and overthrown, while the Lord reigns on high, forevermore.

You are not alone in the fight. The same God who cuts down the proud upholds the righteous. Stand firm, believer—your King has already spoken.

With courage and hope,

The Poet

(A Classical Rhyme Poem – For Believers)

Psalm 92:5-9 (KJV)

O LORD, how great are thy works!and thy thoughts are very deep. A brutish man knoweth not; neither doth a fool understand this. When the wicked spring as the grass,and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they shall be destroyed for ever: But thou, LORD, art most high for evermore. For, lo, thine enemies, O LORD, for, lo, thine enemies shall perish;all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.

O Lord, how great Thy works in glory blaze!

Thy thoughts profound outshine the sun’s own rays.

The brutish heart no sacred wonder knows,

Nor fool discerns where Thy deep wisdom flows.

When evil seems to flourish all around,

And wicked men spring forth as grass unbound,

When workers of iniquity take wing

In fleeting bloom and boast they cannot fall—

Take heart, believer! Hear the sovereign call:

God sees it all and thunders, “Nope!”—their root

Is cut beneath His hand, their doom assured.

But Thou, O Lord, art high forevermore,

Exalted far above all time’s short shore.

Lo, Thine enemies, O God, shall fall and fade;

Thine enemies shall perish, unarrayed.

All who work iniquity take flight,

Scattered like chaff before the whirlwind’s might.

Thy throne stands firm, Thy justice reigns alone—

While evil’s pride is swiftly overthrown.

Stand fast, believer: though the darkness swell,

The Lord has spoken—evil shall not prevail.

The Laodicean Heart: Rejecting the Love of Money, the Demonic Prosperity Gospel, and Returning to First Love by Debbie Harris

10 Wednesday Jun 2026

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From the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem is born from the urgent warning of Revelation 3 and the piercing insight of John W. Ritenbaugh: we have too often traded the pure nourishment of God’s Word for the world’s spiritual junk food. The love of money — not money itself — is the subtle root that feeds Laodicean complacency. True wealth can be a powerful tool in the hands of a faithful steward who uses it for the glory of our Triune God: feeding the hungry, supporting the gospel, and advancing His kingdom.

But the prosperity gospel is a demonic perversion — another gospel that the Apostle Paul warned must be accursed. It dresses greed in the language of faith, promises earthly crowns while robbing souls of the Cross, and leaves multitudes wretched, poor, blind, and naked while they feel rich.

If you have drifted into lukewarmness, hear Christ knocking today. Repent, return to your first love, and serve Him wholly — whether in abundance or in need. He remains faithful; His security for His own is sure. Let this be your awakening, not your condemnation.

May the Great Physician heal what the love of mammon has wounded.

In His service,

The Poet

We sipped the world’s sweet wine at ease,

And called the vintage rich and fine;

Our tables groaned with gilded feasts,

Yet starved the soul of bread and vine.

The love of money whispered low,

A golden calf in velvet guise;

Not money, but the lust for more—

This root of evils blinds our eyes.

One may possess great wealth with grace,

And steward all for Triune God—

To feed the poor, advance His work,

And spread the truth where feet have trod.

Yet false prophets arose and lied,

A demonic gospel, slick and bright:

“Faith brings wealth and health and ease—

Your best life now, by seed and sight!”

This wicked twist, this twisted word,

A false “gospel” born in hell’s own fire,

Feeds Laodicean hearts with lies,

Promising crowns while souls expire.

“No need of Thee,” our ledgers claimed,

As barns o’erflowed and hearts grew cold;

We bowed before prosperity’s throne,

And worshiped what our hands had framed.

No thunder shook the cushioned pew,

No altar flame demanded all;

We drifted soft on lukewarm seas,

Content to heed the siren’s call.

“Rich, increased,” the mirror lied,

In garments bright and eyes half-blind;

We judged our strength by what we owned,

While cancer gnawed the hidden mind.

The love of riches, deep and sly,

Spread tentacles through thought and deed;

It choked the Word, it quenched the cry,

And turned our zeal to withered seed.

Two masters called, we tried to serve

The self and God with equal art—

But hearts divided rot and split,

And scatter like dry leaves apart.

O wretched, naked, poor, and blind,

Though gold we clutched with fevered fist,

The Great Physician stands outside;

He knocks through every storm and trial—

“Repent, and let Me come inside.”

Arise, O Laodicean soul! Reject the lie of mammon’s priests,

Cling to the Cross—be hot, not least!

The Great Inversion: A Lament for These Last Days When Light Is Called Darkness and Good Is Called Evil by Debbie Harris

09 Tuesday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

This poem stands beside the previous one as its companion flame. Where the first confronted the labeling of truth as “hate,” this one unmasks the deeper spiritual reality: a systematic, blasphemous inversion of God’s created order, His moral law, and His very words. It is happening in real time—yet it is not new. It is the spirit of antichrist at work, dressing rebellion in garments of compassion while waging war on the Creator.

Hold fast to the unchanging Scriptures. Speak the truth in stunning love. The inversion will not stand forever.

The Poet

Isaiah 5:20

Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!

2 Timothy 3:1-5

This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.

Romans 1:25-27

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Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the creature more than the Creator, who is blessed for ever. Amen. For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature: And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompence of their error which was meet.

Philippians 2:10-11

That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

In these last days the ancient order cracks,

Where light is called dark and the dark called bright;

The serpent’s brood performs its hellish acts,

And crowns the upside-down as path of right.

They hail as “justice” what the Judge condemns,

And dress as “freedom” chains of lust and shame;

They bless the shedding of the unborn’s blood

And name it “choice”—a sacrificial flame.

Male and female, sealed by God’s own hand,

They shatter into Babel’s fractured lies;

They mock the covenant of man and wife

And sanctify what Scripture plainly calls defiled.

“Love thy neighbor,” once a holy blade

To wound with truth and turn the sinner’s feet,

Now twisted to a gag upon the mouth

That dares proclaim repentance is required.

They preach “inclusion” while they cast out Christ,

They chant “diversity” yet silence truth;

They raise the rainbow as their battle flag

Above the very sins that summoned forth the Flood.

Good is now evil, evil wears the crown,

The fear of God is labeled “bigotry”;

The Cross, once glory, now an offense vile,

And martyrs mocked while mockers rule the law.

O blasphemous inversion, hell’s own art—

To steal the words of God and turn them inside out;

To robe the devil in a shepherd’s cloak

And drive the sheep toward the butcher’s blade.

Yet heaven laughs upon its sovereign throne,

The Judge of nations marks each lying tongue;

The Stone the builders scorned in haughty pride

Shall crush the empires where these inversions sung.

The blood of Abel cries from crimson ground,

The blood of Christ still pleads for mercy’s hour;

Though nations rage and churches bow to fear,

The Word of God stands firm, a blazing tower.

Arise, O remnant, purchased by His blood,

Refuse the lie though all the world applauds;

Cling to the narrow way, the old paths trod—

The King returns to judge these great inversions.

Then every knee shall bow, and every tongue

Confess that Jesus Christ is Lord alone;

The inversions shatter like a potter’s shard,

And truth eternal claims its rightful throne.

When Demonic Forces Rise to Define Hate Speech Against the Timeless Truths of Holy Scripture by Debbie Harris

09 Tuesday Jun 2026

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

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Dear Reader,

In an age when darkness calls itself light and the ancient foundations are shaken, I offer this poem not as mere verse, but as a cry from the watchman’s tower. It was forged in the tension between two competing loves: the love that weeps for the lost, and the love that refuses to lie to them.

“Love thy neighbor” has been seized and twisted into a weapon against the very truth that can save the neighbor. What Scripture commands as holy warning—repentance, sexual purity, the sanctity of life, the design of male and female—is now branded “hate speech” in courts of law and halls of power. This is no accident of culture; it is a spiritual inversion, demonic in origin and tyrannical in fruit.

Yet the poem is not written in despair. It is written in defiance and in hope. The same Lord who spoke the stars into being still speaks through His Word and His Church. The gates of hell have never prevailed, and they will not prevail now. My prayer is that these lines would stir courage in the faithful, clarity in the confused, and conviction in the silent—that true love does not affirm rebellion, but calls sinners to the Cross where mercy and truth have met.

If these words cost you comfort, influence, or even freedom in the days ahead, count it joy. You stand in good company: the prophets, the apostles, and the One who was crucified for speaking truth in love.

Hold fast. Speak boldly. Love deeply enough to tell the truth.

In Christ, who is the Truth,

The Poet

Isaiah 5:20
Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!
(Core to the demonic redefinition of “hate speech” and inversion of good and evil.)

Leviticus 19:17
Thou shalt not hate thy brother in thine heart: thou shalt in any wise rebuke thy neighbour, and not suffer sin upon him: I am the LORD.
(True “Love thy neighbor” requires warning and rebuke, not affirmation of sin.)

Genesis 1:27
So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.
(Foundational truth of Eden’s design that the poem defends against modern Babel.)

Matthew 16:18
And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.
(The triumphant promise that demonic forces will ultimately fail against Christ’s Church.)

Revelation 21:8
But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.
(Revelation’s sobering warning against the very sins being celebrated and protected by the demonic legal and cultural inversion.)

In shadowed halls where ancient truths once shone,

Where prophets spoke with tongues of holy flame,

Now slither forth the demons, undethroned,

Who twist God’s Word to sanctify their shame.

They brand as “hate” the light of Sinai’s Law,

The covenant that guards the marriage bed;

They cry “bigotry” at Eden’s sacred awe—

That man and maid are one, as He first said.

With serpentine decrees and silken lies,

They bind the tongue that dares proclaim the Cross;

They seize “Love thy neighbor” as their prize,

To twist compassion into sin’s embrace.

Yet O the stunning love that will not lie,

A blazing mercy brighter than the sun—

It speaks the truth though tears may fill the eye,

And calls the rebel home where grace has won.

This stunning love rebukes as Jesus did,

With eyes of fire and voice of thunder sweet;

It wounds to heal, it breaks to make anew,

And lays the sinner lowly at His feet.

“Love thy neighbor,” they declaim with glee,

Means celebrate the road that leads to death;

Affirm the lie, suppress the truth, agree

To call rebellion life, and call it breath.

But truest love will speak the warning clear,

As prophets thundered and as Christ proclaimed;

To tell the wand’ring soul of judgment near,

Lest hell devour the ones His blood has claimed.

Love bids us speak the Word though flesh may rage,

Not silence conscience for a hollow peace;

To call repentance in this fleeting age,

And point lost hearts to heaven’s full release.

In courts of law where justice once held sway,

The legal scribes now twist the statutes cold;

They forge new chains from words of common clay

To prosecute the saints for truths of old.

With gavel forged in hell’s own sulfur fire,

They drag the preacher, baker, florist, friend;

They weaponize the bench and twist the wire

Of liberty, the faithful to condemn.

O Babylon reborn in marble halls,

Where Sodom’s rainbow banner waves on high,

The saints are cast as wolves, the wolves enthroned,

And heaven’s voice is labeled “hate” thereby.

They redefine the child within the womb

As worthless tissue, slain without a tear;

They call it progress when the family tomb

Is emptied for the lusts that dominate the year.

They mock the bond of flesh and bone ordained,

Demanding altars raised to stranger gods;

Where “male and female” once in glory reigned,

Now Babel’s tower of invented frauds.

Yet fear not, pilgrim, though the night grows long—

The gates of hell shall never prevail, the Song

Of ages thunders still: “Thus saith the Lord,”

Though demons rage, His truth endures the storm.

Arise, ye faithful, take the shield of faith,

The Spirit’s sword that cleaves the lie in twain;

For He who rose shall vindicate the saints,

And turn their “hate speech” into endless gain.

When empires crumble and their idols break,

When dust reclaims the courts of dust once more,

The Word that spoke the stars shall still awake,

And every knee shall bow—as written before.

Let demons howl and earthly powers decree—

Their reign is brief, a shadow quickly fled.

The Rock of Ages stands eternally;

His Church, though pressed, shall never be unmade.