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Behold the Gift Unconquered: The Triumphant Beauty of Salvation Where Endless Glories Keep by Debbie Harris

30 Friday Jan 2026

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Summary of the poem
Behold the Gift Unconquered: The Triumphant Beauty of Salvation Where Endless Glories Keep

The sonnet opens by confronting the grim reality of humanity’s fallen state: the grave’s insatiable hunger, death’s dominion, and the curse of sin that held every person in bondage and defeat.

The dramatic turn comes with Christ’s resurrection—“O thunderclap of dawn!”—portrayed as the decisive, thunderous victory. Crowned with His own scars, Christ shatters death’s gates, tears the temple veil, and transforms utter defeat into everlasting light.

The poem then exults in the nature of the gift itself: salvation is not a partial or tentative pardon, but complete and unconquerable dominion. It clothes the believer in an imperishable robe of righteousness and places upon them an unbreakable crown—images of beauty, security, and royal splendor that no decay or enemy can touch.

The closing couplet acknowledges the universal fact of physical death (“Though every flesh must die, though all must sleep”), yet immediately triumphs over it. For those redeemed by Christ, death is merely a gentle sleep, and the true outcome is glorious gain: entrance into heaven, where “endless glories keep” forever.

In essence, the sonnet is a victorious celebration of salvation as Christ’s ultimate, radiant gift—conquering sin and death, remaking the believer in imperishable beauty, and securing for the redeemed an eternal, triumphant home in heaven’s unending glory.

What though the grave once yawned with hungry jaw,
And death’s black banner waved o’er every field?
What though the curse had written every law
In blood and bondage, making all men yield?
Yet Christ arose—O thunderclap of dawn!—
The Victor crowned with scars that shame the night;
He broke the gates, He tore the veil withdrawn,
And turned defeat to everlasting light.

Behold the gift: not pardon half-bestowed,
But full dominion, beauty without end—
A robe of righteousness no moth can erode,
A crown no tyrant’s hand can ever bend.
Though every flesh must die, though all must sleep,
Heaven is gained—where endless glories keep.

Fidelity To God: The Joyful Journey On The Strait And Narrow Road Of His Word by Debbie Harris

29 Thursday Jan 2026

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John 15:10-11

10 If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love.
11 These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.

In throngèd paths where fleeting fashions reign,
The crowd pursues the glitter of the age,
Their voices loud with pleasure’s sweet refrain,
Yet hollow echoes fill the gilded stage.
True faith to God demands no mimic art,
No bending knee to idols of the hour;
It scorns the tide that pulls the fainting heart,
And walks the way upheld by higher pow’r.
When popular waves crash with mocking scorn,
And compromise whispers soft and sly,
The soul that clings to heaven’s ancient horn
Rejoices still, though few the path descry.
For loyalty to Him who rules above
Means joyful journey on the narrow road of love.

True Silver And Gold by Debbie Harris

29 Thursday Jan 2026

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Psalm 12:6
The words of the LORD are flawless,
like silver purified in a crucible,
like gold refined seven times.

Psalm 19:10
They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
than honey from the honeycomb.

Psalm 119:72
The law from your mouth is more precious to me
than thousands of pieces of silver and gold.

These capture the purity (Psalm 12), the surpassing value and delight (Psalm 19), and the personal declaration of priority (Psalm 119).

Here’s your poem presented with verses leading in:

Psalm 12:6
The words of the LORD are flawless,
like silver purified in a crucible,
like gold refined seven times.

Psalm 19:10
They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold…

Psalm 119:72
The law from your mouth is more precious to me
than thousands of pieces of silver and gold.

Your word oh lord
is the true silver and
gold of this world.

From Trembling to Triumph – Hold Your Peace: Sonnet Inspired by Exodus 14:14 by Debbie Harris

29 Thursday Jan 2026

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  • NIV (New International Version): “The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.”
  • KJV (King James Version): The LORD shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace.
  • NLT (New Living Translation): The LORD himself will fight for you. Just stay calm.
  • ESV (English Standard Version): The LORD will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.

When Pharaoh’s chariots thunder at our back,
And angry waves before us rise in might,
The heart cries out in terror, spirits quake,
No path revealed within the gathering night.
Yet Moses stands amid the people’s dread
And speaks the word that stills the frantic throng:
“The Lord Himself shall fight where we now tread;
Ye need but hold your peace, and wait, be strong.”
Be still, O soul, when tempests rage and roar,
When enemies draw near with fierce intent—
The battle belongs to the Lord forevermore;
His hand shall bring the promised end.
So cease thy striving, lay thy burden down:
In quiet trust, behold deliverance come.

From the Seven Churches to the Throne: A Series of Shakespearean Sonnets on Overcoming through Christ and Claiming His Promised Blessings by Debbie Harris

27 Tuesday Jan 2026

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This collection of seven Shakespearean sonnets offers a poetic meditation on the promises Christ makes to “him that overcometh” in Revelation chapters 2 and 3, addressing the seven churches of Asia with their unique spiritual challenges—lost love in Ephesus, persecution in Smyrna, compromise in Pergamos, false teaching in Thyatira, spiritual deadness in Sardis, faithful endurance in Philadelphia, and lukewarm complacency in Laodicea—while celebrating the glorious eternal rewards granted to the faithful: the tree of life in paradise, immunity from the second death, hidden manna and a white stone with a new name, authority over nations and the morning star, white raiment and an unblotted name in the book of life, a permanent pillar in God’s temple inscribed with divine names, and the supreme privilege of sitting with Christ on His throne. Through vivid biblical imagery, calls to repentance and perseverance, and a consistent iambic pentameter structure, each sonnet reflects on the path to victory amid trials and closes with the unifying, prayerful refrain: “May we all be the over-comers through Jesus Christ our Lord,” inviting every believer to claim these promises by faith in Christ.

  1. To Ephesus – The Tree of Life
    Revelation 2:7 (KJV – promise portion)
    To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God.

In Ephesus, where fervor first grew dim,
And love for Christ had cooled in daily strife,
Yet those who guard their hearts and turn to Him
Shall taste the tree of life, restoring life.
No more the curse of Eden’s fallen gate,
But paradise restored in endless bloom;
The fruit that heals the soul, eternal fate,
Awaits the overcomer in that room.
Though works abound, yet first love must return,
Repent and do the deeds of old again;
The Spirit calls, let ears attentive burn—
For victory crowns the faithful amid pain.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  1. To Smyrna – Not Hurt by the Second Death
    Revelation 2:11 (KJV – promise portion)
    He that overcometh shall not be hurt of the second death.

Poor Smyrna, rich in faith though pressed by flame,
Where tribulation’s fire tests the soul;
The devil’s prison waits, yet bears no shame
For those who faithful stand to reach the goal.
Fear not the ten days’ trial, though fierce it be,
The crown of life shall rest upon thy brow;
The second death holds no authority
O’er him who overcomes—death’s sting avow.
In poverty exalted, thou art blessed,
Slandered by those who claim the synagogue;
But Christ Himself shall prove thee truly dressed
In robes of righteousness, no fear to bind.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  1. To Pergamos – Hidden Manna and White Stone
    Revelation 2:17 (KJV – promise portion)
    To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden manna, and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written, which no man knoweth saving he that receiveth it.

Pergamos sits where Satan’s throne is high,
Yet some hold fast amid the compromise;
The doctrine of Balaam tempts with subtle lie,
Nicolaitanes’ deeds draw compromising eyes.
Repent, or swiftly come the sword of truth;
But to the overcomer, grace is shown:
Hidden manna feeds the soul in eternal youth,
A white stone gleams with name that none has known.
No eye perceives, no tongue can speak its worth,
A secret token of acceptance pure;
In Christ concealed, yet known from heaven’s birth—
The faithful heart shall this new name secure.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  1. To Thyatira – Power Over Nations and the Morning Star
    Revelation 2:26-28 (KJV – promise portion)
    And he that overcometh, and keepeth my works unto the end, to him will I give power over the nations: And he shall rule them with a rod of iron; as the vessels of a potter shall they be broken to shivers: even as I received of my Father. And I will give him the morning star.

Thyatira bears the weight of Jezebel’s spell,
False prophetess who leads My servants astray;
Yet those who hold what truth they have so well
Shall overcome and rule in coming day.
Power o’er the nations granted to the end,
A rod of iron breaking pots of clay;
The morning star shall shine, bright to defend—
As I received from Father, so I say.
Keep works unto the end, let patience grow,
Resist seduction’s lure in darkest night;
The faithful one shall in My kingdom know
Authority and glory in My light.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  1. To Sardis – White Raiment and Name in the Book of Life
    Revelation 3:5 (KJV – promise portion)
    He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels.

Sardis, thou livest yet art dead within,
A name of life that hides a barren state;
Wake up, strengthen what remains, lest sin
Consume the remnant ere it be too late.
Remember what thou hast received and heard,
Hold fast, repent, lest I come as a thief;
But he who overcomes, in white is gird,
His name confessed before My Father’s grief.
No blotting from the book of life shall be,
But angels hear the Son declare his own;
In garments pure, eternally set free—
The victory won where grace is fully known.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  1. To Philadelphia – Pillar in the Temple and New Names
    Revelation 3:12 (KJV – promise portion)
    Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God: and I will write upon him my new name.

Philadelphia, little strength yet true,
An open door no man can ever shut;
Kept from the hour of trial that shall brew
Upon the world, thy faith has not been cut.
Hold fast thy crown, let none thy prize remove;
The overcomer stands a pillar strong
In God’s own temple, marked by endless love—
New names inscribed where saints forever throng.
My God’s name, the city’s name above,
The new Jerusalem descending bright;
And My new name, a token of His love—
Eternal marks of glory in His sight.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  1. To Laodicea – Sit with Christ on His Throne
    Revelation 3:21 (KJV – promise portion)
    To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.

Laodicea, neither hot nor cold,
Lukewarm and wretched, blind, and poor, and bare;
Buy gold refined, white raiment to enfold,
And eyesalve that thy sight may be made fair.
Behold, I stand and knock—let Me come in;
Sup with Me, and I with thee shall dine;
To him that overcometh, victory win:
Sit with Me on My throne, as victory’s sign.
As I overcame and sat with Father high,
So thou shalt share in regal fellowship;
The greatest promise lifts the soul on high—
Eternal reign where grace and glory grip.
May we all be the over-comers
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Queen Esther’s Valiant Approach: For Such a Time as This – A Royal Entrance into the King’s Presence and the Triumph of Courage by Debbie Harris

23 Friday Jan 2026

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In Shushan’s palace, where the cedars weep

Resin like tears of amber in the sun,

And marble veins pulse gold beneath the feet

Of satraps bowed in silk and unison—

There dwelt a queen, fair Esther, orphaned rose,

Plucked from the ashes of a captive kin,

Her beauty veiled in mystery’s heavy cloak,

A star concealed in Xerxes’ diadem.


The king, upon his throne of ivory carved

With lions rampant, gems like frozen fire,

Held court amid the incense-clouded air,

Where harps sighed soft and eunuchs never tire.

His scepter, tipped with gold from Ophir’s mine,

Lay heavy as the edicts of his will;

To enter unannounced was death’s design,

A shadow falling swift on palace hill.


Yet Haman’s plot, that venomous decree,

Sealed doom for Mordecai’s unbowed race—

The Jews, her people, scattered like the sea

Before the storm of pride’s unholy grace.

In chambers hung with tapestries of blue,

Where fountains whispered secrets to the night,

Esther fasted, clad in sackcloth’s ashen hue,

Her heart a forge where courage burned bright.


“For such a time as this,” her cousin spake,

Through veils of peril, words like thunder rolled;

The throne room loomed, a dragon’s golden wake,

Where one false step could shatter souls of old.

She rose at dawn, in royal robes arrayed—

Purple of Tyre, embroidered with the vine,

Pearls from the deep like tears unshed cascade,

Her crown a halo forged in fear divine.

The halls unfurled like scrolls of ancient lore,

Pillars of alabaster, tall and stern,

Guarded by spears that gleamed on checkered floor,

Where eunuchs parted like a silent fern.

Her steps echoed soft on jaspers veined with red,

A heartbeat drumming ‘gainst the throne’s decree;

The courtiers gasped, the air grew thick with dread—

Unsummoned queen, what folly this might be?

Before the king she bowed, a lily bent

In tempest’s breath, her eyes like midnight pools;

His gaze, once fierce as eagles’ fierce ascent,

Now softened at her grace amid the jewels.

“If I have found favor in your sight, O king,”

She whispered, voice a harp-string finely tuned,

“Come feast with me, and let the truth take wing—

For death’s own shadow in my blood is crooned.”


The scepter rose, extended like a bridge

Of mercy o’er the abyss of royal ire;

Gold touched her hand, a spark on fiery ridge,

And life bloomed fresh from peril’s funeral pyre.

At banquets twain, ‘mid wines from Helbon’s vine,

She unveiled the serpent in the grass—

Haman unmasked, his gallows his design,

Swung high for pride’s eternal, bitter mass.

Thus courage crowned her, in that hour divine,

A queen who breached the veil for kith and kin;

The king’s edict reversed, like stars align,

And Purim’s joy from sorrow’s depths begin.

In Persia’s annals, etched in lapis stone,

Her name endures—a beacon ‘gainst the throne

Of tyranny, where faith and valor shone

For such a time as this, forever known.

Jesus Christ, Our Glorious Royal Righteousness by Debbie Harris

22 Thursday Jan 2026

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They stand not on the works they’ve spun,
No merit from their hands they bring;
Their prayers and tears avail them none,
Before the throne of heaven’s King.

No righteousness of theirs can stand,
Their efforts crumble into dust;
Yet Jesus Christ, with pierced hand,
Becomes their hope, their only trust.

He lived the law in perfect grace,
Obeyed where we had failed before;
He bore our curse in sin’s dark place,
And rose to open mercy’s door.

In Christ alone they stand secure,
Accepted, robed in spotless light;
His life their plea, His blood their cure,
His merit shines forever bright.

When guilt accuses through the night,
And doubt would bind them to despair,
They turn to Calvary’s finished sight:
Jesus Christ—their righteousness there.

No “Christ and them” in mingled claim,
The Savior is their all in all;
In Him the Father’s love aflame,
Receives the sinner from their fall.

They rest where heaven’s truth is plain:
Not “worthy they,” but worthy He;
Forever free from guilt and chain,
In Jesus Christ their victory.

All praise to Him who took their place,
Who clothes them in His endless worth;
The ransomed sing with one accord:
Jesus Christ is our righteousness—
Their glory, theirs forevermore.

Chaos Roars, Kingdoms Fade Away: Yet Our Beauty-Filled Triune God Forever Reigns Supreme by Debbie Harris

19 Monday Jan 2026

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When tempests rage and kingdoms fall,
And shadows cloak the trembling earth,
Our Triune God, enthroned o’er all,
Reigns radiant in eternal worth.

The Father speaks, His voice the same,
Through chaos vast and ages long;
The Son, once slain, now bears the name
Above all names, in endless song.

The Spirit breathes where darkness dwells,
A river of pure, living light;
In broken hearts His glory swells,
Dispelling fear with holy might.

No throne of man can stand the test,
No empire lasts beyond its day;
Yet Beauty crowned in love confessed
Shall never fade, nor pass away.

O fix your gaze on heaven’s seat,
Where Three in One forever shine;
Though worlds dissolve beneath our feet,
His sovereign grace is ever thine.

So sing through storm, through night, through fire—
The Triune God is on the throne;
His beauty fills the vast desire
Of every soul He calls His own.

From Celestial Heights: The Sorrow of Esther and Mordecai Beholding the Depravity of Persia’s Modern Throne by Debbie Harris

19 Monday Jan 2026

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In Susa’s ancient halls, where once she rose,
A queen of hidden courage, brave, composed,
To shatter chains that Haman forged in hate,
And save her kin from Persia’s cruel fate—
Now Hamadan’s old stone, in silence weeps,
Where Esther’s tomb its quiet vigil keeps.
From heaven’s height, the righteous pair looks down,
On darkened rule that wears a thorny crown.
Mordecai sees the land he once redeemed,
Now bound again by tyranny’s cold scheme.
How deep the sorrow in celestial sight,
To witness light eclipsed by endless night—
Yet Purim’s joy, through ages, still proclaims:
From deepest gloom, deliverance often came.
Hope lingers yet beneath the tyrant’s rod;
The God of Esther works through humble blood.

Christ, the Archetype of Beauty: Fairest of Ten Thousand by Debbie Harris

19 Monday Jan 2026

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O Thou who first didst speak the light to flame,
And from Thy boundless heart the heavens came,
The rose’s blush, the star’s unyielding gleam,
The ocean’s song, the mountain’s silent dream—
All beauty flows from Thee, the Fountain pure,
And Thou art Beauty Itself, forever sure.

In Eden’s dawn, when earth was yet untrod,
Thy finger traced the lily and the sod;
Each dewdrop held Thy splendor, each bird’s wing
A hymn to glory that the angels sing.
Yet not in creatures doth Thy essence dwell—
They mirror but the light in which we fell.

Behold the Son, the Word made flesh divine,
In whom the Father’s glory fully shine!
The fairest of ten thousand, robed in grace,
Whose countenance outshines the noonday blaze.
He is the Archetype, the perfect Form,
The living Beauty that no storm can harm.

When thorns did crown His brow, and nails did pierce,
True Beauty suffered—yet grew never less;
For love’s deep wound revealed the hidden fire,
The splendor veiled in blood and dark desire.
Transfigured now in resurrection’s morn,
He reigns as Light where endless day is born.

O Christ, Thou Beauty self and Beauty’s Giver,
Draw us to Thee, our soul’s eternal River.
Let every eye that seeks the good and true
Find in Thy face the vision ever new.
For he who wrought all beauty for our sight
Is Beauty Infinite—eternal Light, O Christ our delight.