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Under the Shadow of His Wings They Rise: The Heart’s Exquisite, Fragrant Response to Everlasting Love Of Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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When boundless love descends like morning dew
Upon the parched and thirsty soul below,
The wanderer lifts his eyes, his spirit new,
And bids the ancient gates of praise to glow.

As rivers clap their hands and mountains sing,
So hearts in wonder rise to bless His name;
They enter courts with thanksgiving’s offering,
And fill His house with songs of righteousness.

No cold command compels, but grace ignites—
They love because He first loved them in might;
With all the heart, the soul, the mind’s pure lights,
They walk in paths of sweet obedience’s delight.

In shadow of His wings they refuge find,
And pour out fragrance like the rose entwined.

From Throne to Cross: The Unmerited, Unfailing Love That Conquers All by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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No mortal work ascends the holy height,
Nor gilded deed draws near the throne of flame;
All human righteousness, in God’s pure sight,
Is but as filthy rags, unworthy, lame.

None bring their coin, their claim, their pleading art,
No merit forged by will or sweat avails;
The law condemns the proud, the contrite heart—
Yet grace descends where every effort fails.

Behold the Lamb! His blood, His life, His pain—
The sole oblation Heaven will receive.
In Christ alone the sinner’s righteousness is gained;
His spotless robe the naked soul reprieves.

O Savior, sole defense of every soul,
In Thee true merit lives—complete, eternal, whole.

A Royal Vow: That Our Fervent, Unceasing Pursuit as Those Redeemed by Royal Blood Shall Magnify and Crown Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ with Endless Glory by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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In royal robes of grace, we stand redeemed,
Crowned heirs by blood that flowed from Calvary’s tree,
Once lost in shadow, now in light supreme,
Awakened souls set fervently to be
A living flame, a chase without a cease,
Pursuing Him who first pursued our heart—
With passion fierce, through storm and through sweet peace,
We run the race, nor ever shall depart. 

No fleeting whim, this fire that burns within,
But holy zeal, kindled by heaven’s breath,
To magnify the King who conquered sin,
And draw all eyes to His victorious death. 

May every step, each word, each prayer we raise,
Crown Him with glory through our endless days.

O Lord, Grant Steel to the Spine and Fire to the Soul: A Plea for Courage to Root Out Corruption Through National Repentance and the Lordship of Christ by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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The canker deep has wormed its way, O Lord,
Through every vein of rule and rod of sword;
Like ivy black it climbs the marble stair,
And chokes the light of justice everywhere.

In velvet robes the traitors sit and smile,
Their oaths dissolved in gold, their truth beguile;
The quill that signed the law now signs the sale,
While honest men grow faint and turn their tale.

From palace dome to village courthouse door,
The serpent coils where trust once stood before;
The well of honor, once so pure and clear,
Now runs with bribes and whispers of the fear.

We weary, Lord, of honeyed words that lie,
Of painted smiles beneath a painted sky;
Of righteous men who learned the coward’s art
And traded spine for safety of the heart.

Yet deeper still the sickness lies concealed:
A nation turns from Christ, its soul unrevealed.
Corruption thrives where altars stand forsaken,
Where hearts refuse the cross that sin has taken.

So call us all, O Lord, to bow and see
Our only hope: repent, and turn to Thee!
Let every soul receive the Savior’s grace,
And crown Him King in every heart and place.

For only when we honor Christ as Lord,
As nation, people, city, home, and board,
Will darkness flee, the hidden rot exposed,
And truth arise where once the lie reposed.

Then grant them iron, not the gaudy kind,
But ancient steel that bends not to the wind;
The courage grim that rises in the night
When power’s friends have vanished from the sight.

Let one clear “No” ring out across the hall,
Though titles fall and gilded favors pall;
Let backbone rise, unbowed, unbent, severe,
And drive the darkness trembling from its lair.

Root out the rot, but first root deep within
The remnant few who still recall the sin
Of selling soul for place, for coin, for peace—
And give them strength that never bends, nor flees.

So arm the just with adamant and flame,
That Christ may reign and honor bear His name.
Amen—and swiftly, lest the last light fail
And night eternal claim the common soul.

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

10 Saturday Jan 2026

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For Me To Live Is Christ by Debbie Harris

07 Wednesday Jan 2026

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Summary of the Poem “To Live Is Christ”

The poem is a meditative expansion of Philippians 1:21, with strong emphasis on the first half: “For to me to live is Christ.”

Core Message:
True life is not mere survival or personal ambition, but making Christ the very center, purpose, and joy of existence. Every breath, thought, action, and affection finds its meaning in Him.

Key Themes Developed:

  1. Christ as the Essence of Life
    Living is transformed when Christ becomes the reason for waking, walking, and enduring—He is the “soul’s true light,” strength, and treasure.
  2. Daily Surrender and Alignment
    Each day is marked by His mercy, guidance, grace, and call. The believer’s heart, mind, and will are aligned with Christ’s.
  3. Christ-Shaped Living
    To live as Christ means to love, serve, forgive, and carry the cross, finding complete joy in Him while counting worldly gains as loss.
  4. Exclusive Devotion
    No rival—fame, fortune, fear, or trial—can displace Him. He is “all in all.”
  5. Contrast with Death
    The poem briefly acknowledges that death is gain, but the primary focus remains on the present privilege: while we live, we live fully in and for Christ, praising His name.

In essence, the poem celebrates the profound privilege and beauty of a life where Christ is not just a part of it, but the whole of it—”For me to live is Christ.”

For me to live is Christ—
Not mere existence, breath by breath,
But Him alone, my soul’s true light,
My reason, strength, and deepest wealth.

In every dawn, His mercy wakes,
In every step, His guidance leads;
My heart beats with His boundless grace,
My thoughts aligned to all He pleads.

To live is Christ: to love as He,
To serve, forgive, and bear the cross;
To find in Him my joy complete,
Counting all else as fleeting loss.

No fame or fortune holds my gaze,
No fear or trial dims His call;
For me to live is Christ alone—
My all in all, my Lord, my all.

And should death come, ’tis gain indeed,
Yet while I breathe, this truth I claim:
To live is Christ, and in Him live,
Forever praising His great name.

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

02 Friday Jan 2026

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(Thank goodness for President Trump and his team!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jesus Christ,Our All And All by Debbie Harris

01 Thursday Jan 2026

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May our hopes,

our dreams,

our goals be

based on one

person alone,

Jesus Christ,

our Saviour,

and our Lord!

When Jesus Christ Is No Longer the Center: Beauty Departs, Chaos Enters, and Civilizations Silently Collapse by Debbie Harris

31 Wednesday Dec 2025

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When Jesus Christ is not at the center
of a nation, a heart, a people—beauty goes.

Not in a quiet fading,
but in a sudden hush,
as when the last note of a hymn
is swallowed by the closing of the door.

The squares grow loud with empty voices,
statues turn their marble faces away,
rivers forget the names of bridges,
and children learn to spell despair
before they learn to spell their own names.

Chaos does not arrive with trumpets.
It slips in wearing the clothes of progress,
whispering that freedom is the absence of kneeling.
It rearranges the furniture of the soul
until nothing fits,
until the heart is a house
with all the windows painted black.

Civilizations collapse
not with a bang,
but with a shrug.
One generation forgets the song,
the next forgets there ever was a song,
and the stones that once cried out
fall silent beneath ivy and excuses.

Yet even in the ruin
a single seed remains—
small, stubborn,
refusing to believe
that darkness has the final word.

It waits
for the return of the Center,
for the day when someone
dares again to say His name
like a match struck in an empty room.

Then beauty will come back,
not earned,
but given—
like morning after the longest night.

Marvel of Marvels: Repentance Opens Heaven’s Arms and Seats Us at the Table as Sons and Daughters of God Most High by Debbie Harris

21 Sunday Dec 2025

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Summary of the Poem

Marvel of Marvels: Repentance Opens Heaven’s Arms and Seats Us at the Table as Sons and Daughters of God Most High

This poem celebrates the breathtaking miracle of divine grace: no matter where a person begins—whether in pride, comfort, sorrow, shame, self-sufficiency, or brokenness—a single moment of honest repentance instantly transforms them into a beloved child of God.

It emphasizes that no one earns this gift through merit, status, or effort. Everyone—rich or poor, proud or humbled, searching or lost—stands on the same level ground of mercy. In one turning of the heart, heaven’s doors swing wide, the Father rushes to embrace, and the repentant soul is not merely forgiven but fully adopted: welcomed, known, crowned, and seated at the family table as a true son or daughter of the King Most High.

The poem overflows with awe at this “marvel of marvels”—how the eternal God redefines us not by what we were, but by His boundless love, making us forever heirs in His kingdom. It is a song of wonder at the overwhelming, unearned intimacy and royalty that grace bestows the instant we say yes to mercy.

From halls of pride or streets of shame,
from comfort’s throne or sorrow’s chain,
one honest cry, one turning heart—
and heaven’s mercy rushes in again.

No merit weighs upon the scale,
no status earns the open door;
the proud, the poor, the seeking soul—
all stand the same on grace’s floor.

A single breath of true repentance,
a whisper turned to living faith,
and distance vanishes in light—
the stranger welcomed, fully embraced.

Behold the wonder: God Most High
stoops low to claim the wandering one;
not servant, slave, or distant guest,
but daughter, son—forever known.

From every nation, tongue, and story,
from every path that led astray,
the Spirit calls, the Father runs,
and crowns the repentant child today.

No longer defined by what we were—
by wealth or want, by strength or fall—
but redefined by love divine:
beloved heirs, and that is all.

Oh boundless grace that makes us royalty,
that seats us where the angels sing;
one moment’s yes to mercy’s call—
and we are children of the King.