Bearing the Weight He Bore: An Ephesians 4:2 Sonnet of Christlike Humility and Enduring Love by Debbie Harris

17 Monday Aug 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

I wrote these lines not as one who has mastered humility, but as one still learning to wear it—soft as rain, steady as the arms that once stretched wide for us.

Ephesians 4:2 is a simple verse, yet it asks everything: to be completely humble and gentle, patient, bearing with one another in love. In a loud and hurried age, that call can feel almost impossible. So I turned to the One who lived it perfectly—the Christ who chose dust and thorns, who held our weight without shattering.

He never sacrificed truth for the sake of unity. He held the perfect balance of truth, grace, mercy, patience, and love. He did not shrink from conflict when truth required it, yet even in confrontation His heart remained gentle and His aim was always restoration. That is the way He still invites us to walk.

May these words not merely describe that way, but somehow help us take the next quiet step along it.

With hope,

The Poet

Ephesians 4:2 (KJV)

“With all lowliness and meekness, with longsuffering, forbearing one another in love;”

John 1:14 (KJV)

“And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.”

Ephesians 4:15 (KJV)

“But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ.”

Wear humility soft as the rain He chose

to kiss the dust His own feet walked as man;

move gentle as the hands that healed, yet rose

to speak clear truth when only mercy can.

Be patient as the One who wore the thorn

and never bartered truth for fragile peace;

hold one another in the love once borne

upon the cross—arms open, fierce with grace.

Let no false unity unknit what’s shared

by Him who balanced mercy, truth, and blood;

in this loud age, still walk the way prepared

by Christ, who met the conflict for our good.

Live as He lived: humble and gentle, true—

bearing in love both weight and truth He knew.

Ceaseless, Majestic Hope by Debbie Harris

16 Sunday Aug 2026

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A note to the reader from the poet

Dear friend,

I have sat with this truth for a long time now, turning it over in my hands like a smooth stone: the hope we have in Jesus Christ is inexhaustible. It does not dwindle with the years. It does not thin when the night grows long. It simply keeps giving. Look at Him. On His robe and on His thigh He has this name written: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS. The powers of this world will gather and rage. They will wage war against the Lamb. But the Lamb will triumph over them because He is Lord of lords and King of kings—and with Him will be His called, chosen and faithful followers. That includes you. That includes me. In His own time — not ours —God will bring about the day when the blessed and only Ruler appears: God Himself, the King of kings and Lord of lords. So I keep returning to this praise, as if I have just discovered it for the first time: Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In His great mercy He has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. This is not a fragile wish. We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It has already entered the inner sanctuary behind the curtain where nothing can touch it, nothing can steal it, nothing can wear it out. And still the mystery deepens: To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory. Christ in you. Not beside you. Not merely for you. In you —the hope of glory that can never be exhausted. So rest here a while, friend. Let this hope hold you. It has no end.

— the poet

Revelation 19:16

On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.

Revelation 17:14

They will wage war against the Lamb, but the Lamb will triumph over them because he is Lord of lords and King of kings—and with him will be his called, chosen and faithful followers.

1 Timothy 6:15

which God will bring about in his own time—God, the blessed and only Ruler, the King of kings and Lord of lords.

1 Peter 1:3

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.

Hebrews 6:19

We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain.

Everything about

Colossians 1:27

To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.

Everything about Jesus Christ,

King of Kings and Lord of Lords,

Gives us majestic, ceaseless hope

That never fails, but ever soars.

His holy birth in humble stall,

The Word made flesh among the low,

Foretold by prophets long ago—

Isaiah’s Child, Emmanuel’s call—

Now shines where darkest shadows fall.

With every word of truth He spoke,

And miracles of healing power,

He stilled the storm and raised the dead,

And walked with grace through every hour.

Upon the cross His love was shown,

The Lamb who bore the weight of sin;

In dying, death itself He broke,

Disarmed the powers, triumphed then

(Colossians’ cry of victory won).

Then from the tomb He rose in light,

The grave could not contain His might;

Ascended high to reign above,

Yet present still in boundless love.

This hope, unlike the fleeting kind

That earthly treasures may bestow,

Is rooted in the eternal King

Whose promises forever flow.

When storms of sorrow crash and break,

And shadows lengthen through the night,

This ceaseless hope still holds its ground—

A fixed and ever-burning light.

No time can dim its radiant flame,

No trial quench its steady fire;

For Jesus lives, the risen Lord,

And lifts our longing ever higher.

Behold the Rider on the white horse,

Faithful and True, with eyes of flame;

A sharp sword issues from His mouth,

He judges, conquers in His name.

On His robe and on His thigh

The title written, clear and bold:

“King of Kings and Lord of Lords”—

The Alpha, Omega, from of old.

He tramples out the winepress fierce

Of wrath against the rebel throng;

Yet for His own, the blood-bought flock,

He sings the everlasting song.

Through every age and every land,

Where faith has fixed its trusting gaze,

This hope has sung its deathless song

Of mercy, power, and endless praise.

It whispers peace in deepest pain,

It strengthens hands that tremble weak;

It points beyond the fleeting hour

To joys no mortal tongue can speak—

The New Jerusalem descending,

Where God Himself shall wipe all tears,

And death shall die, and night shall flee

Before the Lamb through endless years.

Ceaseless it flows, a river pure,

From throne of grace that never ends;

In Christ our Anchor, sure and strong,

This hope through every trial transcends.

Victorious, majestic, sovereign King,

Whose complex plan from ages past

Unites the cross, the empty tomb,

The final triumph that shall last.

King of Kings and Lord of Lords,

His reign shall never know an end;

Thus hope in Him remains unceasing,

Our constant joy, our faithful Friend.

A Triumphant Adoration of the Trees and Mountains Fashioned by Christ the Creator by Debbie Harris

08 Saturday Aug 2026

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A Note from the Poet to the Reader

Dear Reader,

As I drove the winding roads toward the Biltmore Estate, the landscape unfolded before me like a living psalm. Mountains rose on every side in quiet, ancient majesty, their ridges soft with mist and light. Between them stood forests of trees—tall, unhurried, and triumphant—each one a testament to the creative hand of Christ.

Even the long approach through the estate’s eight thousand acres of pure beauty stirred something deep within me. Rolling hills clothed in green, towering hardwoods reaching skyward, and distant peaks glowing in the morning sun made my soul rise up in spontaneous praise. In that sacred hour of travel, surrounded by such unbroken splendour, the longing was born: to memorize every leaf, to embrace every trunk, and to give voice to the joy and victory written across this Christ-created world.

This poem is the triumphant adoration of that journey.

May your heart join mine in glad praise to Christ the Creator of mountains, trees, and light.

— The Poet

Genesis 1:11-12

And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so. And the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: and God saw that it was good.

Genesis 1:31

And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.

Psalm 19:1

The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.

Psalm 96:11-12

Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; let the sea roar, and the fulness thereof. Let the field be joyful, and all that is therein: then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice

Psalm 104:16-17

The trees of the Lord are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted; Where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees are her house.

Psalm 148:7-9

Praise the Lord from the earth, ye dragons, and all deeps: Fire, and hail; snow, and vapour; stormy wind fulfilling his word: Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars:

Isaiah 55:12

For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

John 1:3

All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.

Colossians 1:16

For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers: all things were created by him, and for him:

There is such beauty in each Christ-wrought tree,

Where every leaf is shaped by heavenly art;

I long to learn their silent mystery,

And press each trunk against a reverent heart.

From ancient oak to birch that gently sways,

Their branches rise in pure and sacred praise;

The Maker’s hand has ordered all their ways,

And robed the woods in green and golden days.

O let me trace the veins of every leaf,

The whispered wisdom carried on the breeze;

Embrace the bark that speaks of joy alone,

For trees stand crowned in victory and ease.

No shadow dims these pillars of the wood;

They stand unbowed through tempest, frost, and night,

Illumined by the One who named them good,

Triumphant in His everlasting light.

And mountains lift their majesty beside,

Their summits echo glory to the Lord;

With forests joined in triumph they abide,

Where Christ’s own love is endlessly adored.

The valleys deep and ridges steep rejoice,

As living woods ascend in steadfast throngs;

Each root and stone lifts up a steadfast voice,

And joins the chorus of eternal songs.

So let me walk these halls of living green,

And hold the bark that tells of joy complete;

Then raise my gaze to peaks serene, unseen,

And praise the Christ who, as Creator, lit all beauty into radiant light.

From Him, Through Him, and To Him: All Things in Christ by Debbie Harris

03 Monday Aug 2026

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Romans 11:34–36

Dear Reader,

Come and stand a moment at the edge of this great deep. Here the apostle Paul, swept upward by the Spirit, falls silent before the unsearchable mind of God. He does not explain the mystery—he worships it.

Who has known the mind of the Lord? The question rolls like thunder across the ages, echoing the ancient cry of Isaiah and the whirlwind voice that once answered Job. No counselor has sat in the councils of eternity; no creature has first given to the Giver of all things. Yet from Him every river of existence flows, through Him every star holds its appointed course, and to Him every redeemed heart returns in praise.

In Christ the veil is parted. The eternal Word who was with God and was God has stepped into our dust, bearing the unsearchable wisdom in human flesh, pouring out the gift no hand could ever repay. At the cross the circle closes: all things from the Father, through the Son, for the glory that will never fade.

Read slowly. Let the questions humble you. Let the answer lift your eyes. And when the last line falls quiet, join the everlasting Amen.

Yours in the unsearchable riches of Christ,

The Poet

“Who has known the mind of the Lord?

Or who has been his counselor?”

“Who has ever given to God,

that God should repay them?”

For from him and through him and for him are all things.

To him be the glory forever! Amen.

Who has plumbed the mind of the living Lord,

Whose thoughts outsoar the starlit cord?

Who has drawn near as counselor wise,

To counsel Him who formed the skies?

No finite voice has shaped His will,

No mortal counsel scales that hill.

Yet Christ has come, the radiant Word,

In whom the Father’s mind is heard—

The wisdom veiled through ages past

Now shining clear, unveiled at last.

Who has first given to God some claim,

That heaven should answer with gift or name?

No hand has enriched the Boundless One,

No offering bought what grace has done.

Yet Christ, the Son, in love descended,

And freely gave what never ended:

His life laid down, His blood outpoured,

The priceless gift no wealth could afford.

He paid the debt we could not meet,

And rose to make the triumph complete.

All things from Him, the Father’s source,

Through Him, the Son, in sovereign force,

For Him, the goal of time and space,

The center of mercy, the heart of grace.

The galaxies wheel at His decree,

The oceans rise and fall by His sea;

Yet greater still: the souls He claims,

The hearts He frees from death’s dark chains.

In Christ the circle finds its close—

Creation, cross, and glory’s rose.

From Him the dawn, through Him the way,

For Him the endless, unbroken day.

All glory, wisdom, power, and praise

Belong to God through endless days.

No mind can fathom, no gift repay

The depths revealed in Christ the Way.

To Father, Son, and Spirit rise

The anthem that will never die.

The City That Needs No Sun: The Lamb as Its Everlasting Light by Debbie Harris

03 Monday Aug 2026

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A Note from the Poet to the Reader

Dear reader,

The verse that first stirred these lines is brief yet inexhaustible: “The city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof” (Revelation 21:23).

In that single declaration the whole drama of redemption is gathered into one image. Light in Scripture is never mere illumination; it is joy that cannot be taken away, beauty that does not fade, knowledge that heals every mystery, and manifestation that finally reveals what grace has been making all along. And every one of these is found not in an abstract radiance but in a Person—the Lamb who was slain and is now exalted.

The joy of the redeemed is nothing other than the finished work of Jesus: chosen before the foundation of the world, loved through the long night of our rebellion, purchased with blood, washed, clothed, kept, and at last glorified. The beauty of the saints is borrowed light only; they shine as planets catch the sun. The knowledge that will one day make every dark providence plain flows from Him who is Himself the Light. And the final transformation—when the poor and stained are made clear as crystal—comes by the touch of the same Lamb who once bore our sin.

I have tried to let these truths speak in images drawn from the text itself: the clusters of Eshcol, the sleeping sapphire, the central Sun, the wand of living flame. The poem is not an argument but a prolonged gaze—an attempt to stand, even for a few stanzas, in the light that needs no other source.

May the reading of it turn your own eyes toward the same Lamb, until the day when faith becomes sight and we see Him in His own light, the King of kings and Lord of lords.

—The Poet

No sun is needed in that deathless sphere,

nor moon to borrow light from distant fire;

the Lamb alone is day perpetual there,

and all the City kindles from His light.

His glory is the firmament, the air,

the living radiance none can ever tire.

Joy is not echo of a passing mirth,

but the deep vintage of His finished love:

He chose us long before the mountains rose,

He loved us through the night we could not prove,

He bought us with the winepress of His blood,

He washed us white as snow on highest peaks,

He clothed us in the linen of His grace,

He kept us through the storm and through the flood,

and crowned us now with uncreated light.

Each thought of Him is Eshcol’s clustered gold,

a sweetness earth has never yet controlled.

Beauty is nothing when His beam is gone.

The sapphire sleeps, the pearl forgets to shine;

we are but planets round that central Sun,

reflecting splendours that are wholly His.

Withdraw the Lamb, and every glory dies;

unveil Him, and the very heavens grow pale.

We live as rays that from His fullness rise,

and if He veil Himself, our light must fail.

Knowledge, once fractured, stands forever whole.

The dark of providence is pierced and known;

what once was riddle to the pilgrim soul

lies open in the light that is His own.

No half-seen sign, no shadowed mystery—

the Lamb Himself is Teacher, Book, and Key.

All that confounded us on earth’s dim stage

is radiant now upon the endless page,

and every heart, astonished, lifts its voice

to praise the God who turned our tears to joy.

Then comes the final, glorious unveiling.

Here we were hidden, poor, and marked with sin;

there His own love, a wand of living flame,

touches the dust and draws the glory in.

One finger’s brush, and wretchedness is gone—

we stand as crystal, radiant as the sun.

The beggar rises king; the stained are pure;

the night is past, the morning shall endure.

All this proceeds from Him who once was slain,

the exalted Lamb, the centre of the train.

Whatever splendour floods the jasper throne,

whatever song the countless hosts intone,

Jesus is soul and substance of it all—

the Light, the Life, the everlasting Call.

O to be present in that purest ray,

and see the King of kings in His own day!

When Winter Comes to the Heart That Raised You: Still the Blessings of the Savior Flow by Debbie Harris

01 Saturday Aug 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

If these lines find you in the quiet ache of watching a parent decline—whether the fading is slow or sudden, whether memory still holds or has begun to slip—know that you are held by the same Christ who wept at the tomb of Lazarus and who still draws near to the brokenhearted.

I wrote these words for the sacred space between love and letting go, where roles reverse and strength becomes the child’s. Yet even here the gospel remains true: the Lord who is close to the crushed in spirit has not withdrawn His presence. His bountiful blessings take the form of His own companionship—the same Jesus who promised, “I am with you always,” walks these final miles with both the parent and the child who watches.

May these verses point you gently back to Him. May they remind you that the Light of the World does not wait for winter’s end to shine, and that every tear is already seen by the One who will one day wipe them all away.

In the sure hope of Christ,

The Poet

Even when the one who held you first grows frail,

And memory softens like the evening light,

When strength that once upheld you starts to fail

And days grow quieter, edged with coming night—

Still mercy moves beneath the heavy years.

In trembling hands that once could lift the world

A deeper tenderness at last appears;

In slower steps, a gentler love is unfurled.

The body wanes, yet something sacred stays:

The look that knows you still, the whispered name,

The quiet courage of declining days,

The grace that lingers, never quite the same.

God’s bountiful hand does not withdraw its gift—

It offers presence in the fading breath,

A chance to serve, to sit, to simply lift

The weight of love against the face of death.

So in this season, bitter, slow, and deep,

When roles reverse and strength becomes the child’s,

Blessing still walks where the weary weep,

And heaven draws near in soft and sacred miles.

A Humble Prayer for a Wise and Understanding Heart, That We May Be Truly Rich in the Sight of the Lord by Debbie Harris

25 Saturday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader, these humble lines were born of a simple prayer once uttered in quiet longing: that the Lord might grant us not the fleeting treasures of this world, but a wise and understanding heart—the only riches that endure. May they stir in thee the same desire that moved Solomon of old, and may the God of all wisdom answer them in thee as He did in him.

Give therefore thy servant an understanding heart… that I may discern between good and bad.

— 1 Kings 3:9 (KJV)

Lord, give us now a wise and understanding heart,

That we may know the good, and from the evil part.

For wisdom’s gentle light shall guide our every way,

And in that sacred gift true riches shall we stay.

Not gold that rusts, nor fame that fades with fleeting breath,

But discernment pure, that conquers fear and death.

A heart that seeks Thy truth, and finds in Thee its rest—

Then are we truly rich, by Heaven’s measure blest.

Never Build on Shifting Sand: Let No One Be Your Cornerstone — Christ Alone Is Worthy of Your Full Faith by Debbie Harris

22 Wednesday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

In these lines I have tried to echo the sober wisdom of C.S. Lewis while lifting our eyes higher still — to the only Foundation that will never shift. Human hearts, even the best and wisest, are like sand: beautiful for a moment, yet unable to bear the weight of our eternal trust. May these words gently turn your hope away from every mortal cornerstone and fix it firmly upon Jesus Christ, the Rock who rose and who remains.

With prayer and affection,

The Poet

Matthew 7:24-27

Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock: And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock. And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand: And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it.”

1 Corinthians 3:11

For other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ.

Ephesians 2:20

And are built upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ himself being the chief corner stone.

Verses Warning Against Trusting in Humans

Jeremiah 17:5-7

Thus saith the LORD; Cursed be the man that trusteth in man, and maketh flesh his arm, and whose heart departeth from the LORD. For he shall be like the heath in the desert… Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is.

Psalm 146:3

Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help.

Isaiah 26:4

Trust ye in the LORD for ever: for in the LORD JEHOVAH is everlasting strength.

Additional Strengthening Verses

1 Peter 2:6 (quoting Isaiah)

Wherefore also it is contained in the scripture, Behold, I lay in Sion a chief corner stone, elect, precious: and he that believeth on him shall not be confounded.

Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

Beneath the sky’s unyielding gaze,

We seek a rock where faith may stand—

Yet turn too swift to mortal praise,

And build on shifting, golden sand.

The wisest heart, the kindest hand,

Can walk beside us for a while;

Yet every soul on earthly land

Will falter in the fiercest trial.

There are footprints, trails, and fragile art

That shimmer softly in the sun—

Sweet moments shaped with gentle heart,

That slip away when day is done.

But never lay your soul’s foundation

On any one, however true.

Come build instead on Christ the Rock,

The One who rose and lives in you.

Let human love be gift and grace,

A melody, a helping hand—

But fix your hope and fix your faith

On Jesus, firm where all else fails.

When storms arise and tempests roar,

When towers tremble, crack, and sway,

The soul secured in Christ the Lord

Will stand unmoved, come what may.

— Inspired by C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

Will Refresh the Weary and Satisfy the Faint: A Song of Restoration from Jeremiah’s Book of Consolation” by Debbie Harris

22 Wednesday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note to the Reader

Dear Reader,

Jeremiah 31 falls in the heart of what scholars call the “Book of Consolation” (chapters 30–33). The year is roughly 587–586 BC. Jerusalem has been besieged, the temple is about to burn, and the people of Judah are being dragged into Babylonian exile. Families are torn apart, homes reduced to rubble, and hope has almost died.

In the middle of this national heartbreak, God does something astonishing: He speaks comfort directly to the exhausted. The weary soul (nephesh ‘ayephah) and the sorrowful soul (nephesh dagah) are not abstract ideas—they represent real mothers who lost children in the siege, farmers whose fields were trampled by armies, and exiles trudging in chains toward a foreign land. Into their despair the Lord declares that He Himself will satiate (fill to the full) and replenish (restore what was drained).

The poem that follows draws its imagery from this exact moment in history—the desert heat of exile, the cracked reed of a broken people, the sudden river of divine mercy, and the promised return to a land that will bloom again. May these lines become cool water for any soul, ancient or modern, that arrives here feeling faint.

With hope,

The Poet

In exile’s dust where weary pilgrims groan,

Their feet like lead, their spirits cracked and dry,

The Lord descends in mercy’s silver tone,

A living stream beneath the burning sky.

He sees the soul that faints beneath the blaze,

A drooping reed scorched by the desert’s breath,

A hollow reed that holds no note of praise,

Yet whispers still its plea for life from death.

“I will refresh the weary,” rings His word,

Like dawn’s first light on frost-encrusted boughs;

“I will replenish every soul that’s blurred,”

And turn their ashes into blooming vows.

He pours cool rivers through the fevered vein,

Sweet manna dew on lips long parched with grief;

He lifts the fallen, clothes the bare in rain,

And weaves new strength through every trembling leaf.

The faint shall drink from fountains never spent,

Their cups o’erflow with wine of endless joy;

The weary soar on eagle wings unbent,

Above the valleys where old sorrows die.

No more the hollow night, the thorn-crowned day,

No more the chains that bind the hopeful heart;

He plants green gardens where the wastelands lay,

And bids the desert burst with heaven’s art.

O burdened traveler on the flint-sharp road,

Lift high your eyes—the Healer draweth nigh!

In His embrace your heavy yoke is stowed,

And rest descends like stars from mercy’s sky.

Thus speaks the Faithful, sovereign, strong, and true:

The weary find their rest, the faint arise,

Refreshed, replenished, made forever new—

Beneath the shelter of His healing skies.

In the World but Not of It: The Friction of Faithful Obedience and the Harbor of Christ’s Peace by Debbie Harris

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Dear Reader,

This poem was born in the tension every sincere follower of Christ eventually feels — the sense of moving against the current of the age. The world flows one direction; the cross pulls us another. There is real friction, real cost, and sometimes real loneliness in that obedience.

Yet in the very place of conflict, Jesus offers something the world cannot give: a deep, abiding peace that does not depend on circumstances. I wanted to paint this reality with living images — the glittering crowd, the backward pilgrim, the sparks of resistance, and the quiet flame of Christ burning within.

My prayer is that these lines will strengthen your heart to keep walking the narrow way with courage and hope. The road may be hard, but it is never walked alone. The Savior who calls you also carries you, and the peace He gives is stronger than every storm.

May you hear His voice afresh:

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.” (John 14:27)

Grace and strength to you on the backward path,

The Poet

Romans 12:2

And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

John 17:16

They are not of the world, even as I am not of the world.

2 Timothy 3:12

Yea, and all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution.

John 14:27

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

Matthew 7:13-14

Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.

John 16:33

These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.

1 John 2:15-17

Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.

Through velvet night the multitude advances,

A glittering flood of silk and shattered glances,

Chasing lanterns hung on mist and lies—

Broad road of self where every pleasure dies.

Yet one lone pilgrim presses contraflow,

Face lit by a cross that only saints may know.

Each step a wound, each breath a battle cry,

While heaven’s whisper thunders, “Follow, I.”

Society’s wide river, swift and loud,

Sweeps gilded barges toward the waiting shroud.

The pilgrim wades against the current’s flood,

A living scandal to the world’s false god.