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In Crimson Dawn of Grace: New Hearts, New Minds, and the Triumphant Life of the Redeemed by Debbie Harris

25 Saturday Apr 2026

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To my King and High Priest, Jesus Christ — who has made us kings and queens in Your kingdom.

In crimson dawn of grace where shadows flee,
We stand as royally redeemed, set free—
Not slaves to dust, but heirs of heaven’s throne,
New creatures born; the old self buried, gone.
Our hearts, once stone, now pulse with holy fire,
Our souls refreshed by living streams that never tire,
Our minds renewed, illumined by the Word,
We cherish righteousness as heaven’s greatest treasure, long deferred.
O joy unbounded! In the sacred scroll we pore,
On statutes pure as gold, on wisdom’s endless store;
Each precept sings, a melody divine,
And in our spirits leaps the triumph of the Vine.
No weary yoke, but eagle’s wings of might,
We walk His ways through storm and starry night;
In victory’s stride, with banners high unfurled,
We live the law of love that conquers all the world.
For Christ has crowned us kings and queens to reign,
In robes of righteousness, unmarred by sin’s dark stain;
With gladness we obey, with laughter we ascend,
God’s kings and queens—forever crowned, forever blest.

A Biblical Lament in Rhyme:The Serpent’s Subtle Poison –A Cry Against Toxic Suspicion,False Discernment Disguised as Wisdom,and the Urgent Call for the Churchto Clothe Herself Again in Christ’s Own Mercy by Debbie Harris

25 Saturday Apr 2026

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A Biblical Lament in Rhyme


O children of dust, why wield the iron rod,
And pour out suspicion instead of the blood?
The Lamb has been slain, His mercy your price—
Why hoard what He purchased at infinite cost?
He clothed you in garments of righteousness pure,
Yet you cast on your brother or sister a cloak of manure.


You count every fault with a critical eye,
While grace that redeemed you goes begging nearby.
Discernment is holy, a lamp from above,
A sword sharp with truth, ever tempered by love.
It sees the wolf coming in wool soft and white,
Yet prays for the sinner returning by night.


But toxic suspicion, that serpent of old,
Spins webs of division and fear from its hold.
It whispers in shadows, “Beware of them all,”
And turns tender mercy to vinegar gall.


“Judge not,” said the Master, “or judgment you’ll reap,”
The measure you give will be measured in heaps.
Yet you search hidden hearts that the Lord alone knows,
And pile heavy burdens where mercy should flow.
This is the Accuser’s most crafty device—
To dress up his shame in the robes of “discernment precise.”
He calls it wise caution; the saints bleed instead,
While love that should bind them lies wounded and dead.


Repent, ransomed people! Put on Christ’s own heart,
Who dined with the tax-man and touched the unclean.
Who looked on the fallen and spoke words of peace:
“Neither do I condemn—go and sin no more, cease.”


Let grace like a river flow out from the Stone,
Once smitten for sinners, now life-giving throne.
Wash clean every rust of suspicion and fear,
That the world may behold that His people are here.


Blessed is the soul who discerns yet extends
The same boundless mercy that heaven descends.
Unashamed they’ll stand when the Judge appears,
Clothed in the grace they have scattered for years.


But woe to the heart locked in bitter distrust—
It eats its own venom and turns into dust.
The door it refused to another extend,
Shall one day be shut when its own cry ascends.
Selah.

Complete in the Triumphant Fullness of Jesus Christ Our Lord by Debbie Harris

23 Thursday Apr 2026

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Colossians 2:9-10
For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily.
And ye are complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power.

This poem joyfully proclaims that every soul finds total completeness, wholeness, and victory in Jesus Christ our Lord. It depicts believers as fully restored and reigning in Him—lacking nothing—resting secure in His perfect fullness, righteousness, and triumph over every obstacle.

The poem is written in a majestic literary style using consistent iambic pentameter and an ABAB rhyme scheme across six quatrain stanzas. Its smooth rhythm, vivid imagery, and rising refrains create a powerful, celebratory flow that feels both elegant and uplifting, matching the triumphant message.

In Jesus Christ our Lord, the soul stands complete,
No fragment missing, no dominion of defeat;
The fullness of the Godhead bodily resides
Within the One through whom all grace abides.
The ransomed rise, made whole by crimson tide,
No longer chained by law or fleshly stride;
In Him they dwell, lacking no gift, no light—
Complete in Christ, the Everlasting Might.

Triumphant anthems thunder from the heights,
Where principalities before Him bow;
The broken find their shattered days made right,
And empty vessels overflow somehow.
No longer tossed on oceans wild and wide,
Nor haunted by the curse that once held sway,
They wear His righteousness, His peace their guide,
His wisdom lighting every shadowed way.

Majestic Victor, Lion and the Lamb,
Whose glory clothes the heavens and the deep,
The faithful rest secure within the I AM,
Co-heirs with Him who woke from death’s cold sleep.
The serpent’s head lies crushed beneath His heel,
Death’s iron gates swing open at His word;
The ransomed throng in robes of glory kneel,
Yet rise to reign with Christ, their risen Lord.

O mystery divine, O boundless grace,
That mortal clay in union should be filled
With heaven’s treasure, sealed in sacred place,
Where every striving soul is stilled and stilled.
No height, no depth, no power, nothing less
Can sever this completeness from their breast;
They lift their voices in triumphant dress—
Complete, complete in Jesus Christ our Lord confessed.

Let galaxies resound, let ages sing,
Let every tongue proclaim the Victor’s fame;
In Him they live, they move, their anthems ring—
Forever whole and holy is His name.
The battle won, the race forever run,
The joy begun that never shall grow dim:
All glory, honor, praise to God the Son—
Complete in Jesus Christ our Lord, in Him, in Him!

Waiting Upon the Triune Throne: Renewal Through Christ Who Strengthens Us by Debbie Harris

22 Wednesday Apr 2026

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After spending time meditating on Isaiah 40:31 and Philippians 4:13, the Lord stirred this poem in my heart. It’s a reflection on waiting upon our Triune God — trusting Him to renew us with strength, talent, and ability for every task He calls us to, all so that His name may be glorified

Isaiah 40:31
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Philippians 4:13
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”

In quiet hush where heaven’s threefold light
Burns pure and whole upon the altar throne,
We wait on God whose presence ends our night—
The Triune One whose strength becomes our own.

The Father speaks and holds the stars in place,
The Spirit breathes as wind and holy Dove,
And Jesus Christ, the Son of matchless grace,
Reveals His scars, the emblem of His love.

Our restless feet once raced through dust and haste,
Disrupting peace with hurried, anxious stride;
Yet here we linger, trusting in His grace—
The threefold cord no power can divide.

We wait on Him, and in that sacred pause,
Christ whispers deep: “Through Me you shall prevail.”
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me”—
His risen life becomes our holy sail.

Like cedars rooted by the Father’s streams,
Like vines that cling unto the living Vine,
Like olives kissed by Spirit’s warming beams,
We draw new strength from glory’s vast design.

The desert heart blooms under Jesus’ gaze,
Where Father speaks and order clothes the ground;
The Son declares His victory ablaze,
And Spirit makes the barren places crowned.

In lengthening wait our roots drive deeper still,
Through Christ alone we mount on eagles’ wings;
We run unweary, guided by His will,
And walk the path where resurrection sings.

O soul, be still and know the mystery sweet:
The longer we abide in Christ our Lord,
The more the Triune God makes us complete—
Renewed in Him, by Him, and through His Word.

For Father plans, the Spirit empowers true,
And Jesus Christ supplies the strength we need;
In waiting we are lifted, made anew,
With talent, strength, and ability to succeed.

He is our All—Creator, Savior, Friend—
The Three-in-One whose love will never cease;
In Him our waiting finds its perfect end,
To glorify His name with every strength and gift released.

What Doth The Scripture Say? by Debbie Harris

20 Monday Apr 2026

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In vaulted halls where marble sages brood,
And laurel crowns lie dust upon the shelf,
Where empires rise and fall in fleeting mood,
And mortal tongues proclaim their gods of self—
One question burns through every age and clime,
More sharp than sword, more bright than morning flame:
“What doth the Scripture say?”—the voice sublime
That silences the world’s vainglorious claim.

Not Plato’s fire, nor Virgil’s measured strain,
Nor Shakespeare’s storm of passion’s wild array,
Can match the quiet thunder of that plain
And ancient Word that stands when all decay.
The philosopher in robes of deepest thought
May weave his subtle webs of “if” and “why,”
Yet when the heart is pierced and conscience caught,
One question still demands the final sigh:

“What doth the Scripture say?”—not “What feels true?”
Not “What the crowd believes” or “What seems right.”
Not custom’s chain, nor fashion’s shifting hue,
Nor reason’s torch that flickers through the night.
For thrones have crumbled, altars turned to ash,
And systems vast have withered like the grass;
But still the living Oracles outlast
The boast of man, the dream that cannot pass.

When sorrow’s night descends with leaden wings,
And hope lies cold upon the silent breast,
When death draws near and every comfort stings,
And all the world’s philosophies confess
Their impotence—one voice alone remains,
Clear as the dawn that breaks the prison bars:
“What doth the Scripture say?”—and there the chains
Fall broken, and the soul beholds the stars.

O seeker, turn from every lesser light,
From wisdom’s wells that ever run but dry,
From oracles of earth that fade by night,
And fix thine eyes upon the Book on high.
Therein alone the eternal Answer lies,
The Rock that mocks the tempests of the years;
Therein the soul, though frail and mortal, spies
The path to life, the end of all her fears.

What doth the Scripture say? Let this one theme
Be all thy study, all thy joy, thy shield.
Let kings and councils rage, let scholars dream—
This single question rules the battlefield.
For heaven and earth shall pass, their glories flee,
But not one jot or tittle shall remove
Till all be fulfilled. O soul, to thee
This is the sum of wisdom, this is love:

“What doth the Scripture say?”—and having heard,
Obey with reverent heart and ready hand;
For in that holy page is life’s true Word,
The only thing that truly matters stand.

Thus ends the boast of ages, thus the strife
Of fleeting schools and transient human lore:
In dust they lie, but Scripture lives—and life
Is found alone in what the Scripture saith evermore.

Two Versions of a Prayer: From the Heart to the Page by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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I wrote this prayer out of a deep desire to acknowledge that all true wisdom comes from the Lord alone. Below are two versions: the original, which came straight from my heart, and a more literary revision that leans into poetic craft while keeping the same spirit of dependence and worship. I’d love to hear which one speaks to you more—and why.

Original Version

Lord, we have no wisdom apart from You,
You are our Wisdom, holy, pure, and true.
We lean not on our own frail understanding,
But on Your Word for life’s sure guiding.

Lord, we have no wisdom apart from You,
Your wisdom full of holiness and life anew—
A river of light that pierces darkest night,
A fountain of grace, our souls’ pure delight.

In every moment, in every choice we face,
We turn from self and seek Your boundless grace.
No fleeting wisdom this vain world can give,
Only Yours, O Lord, in You alone we live.

Lord, we have no wisdom apart from You,
You are our Wisdom, faithful, strong, and true.
Breathe Your holy life into every soul,
And rule forever as our King and Goal.

Literary Revision:

Wisdom Apart Lord, apart from Thee no wisdom dwells in us—
only the brittle reed of mortal guess,
the cracked cisterns of a self that thirsts
yet drinks its shadow dry.

Thou art our Wisdom, holy, honed as blade
that parts the bone from marrow, night from claim;
a vein of light through granite dark, a seam
where grace seeps slow as resin from the wound.

In every fork where choice ignites like tinder,
we turn—half-blinded still—from the quick flare
of worldly coals that warm the hand but char the soul.
No borrowed spark avails; we seek the Source.

Lord, apart from Thee no wisdom holds—
Thou, faithful forge and flame, unyielding true.
Breathe now Thy quickening ash into these lungs,
and rule us, King, until the seeking ends in You.

Blessed Is The Nation Whose God Is The Lord (rhymed version) by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Apr 2026

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An Original Rhymed Epic Poem
(ABAB rhyme scheme, iambic tetrameter)

In realms where earthly kingdoms fall
And fleeting empires turn to dust,
The Sovereign One reigns over all—
Jesus Christ, the faithful, just.

King of kings and Lord of lords,
Whose name is written high above,
He calms the sea with sovereign words
And reigns in everlasting love.

Whose people fix their gaze upon the Son,
Jesus Christ, by heaven adored,
The Chosen One, the Holy One.
In such a land true justice flows,

Like rivers deep and crystal clear;
Mercy touches suffering’s woes,
And truth dispels all doubt and fear.

From dawn of time when stars sang praise
At the Sovereign One’s command,
Jesus Christ in humble ways
Walked dusty roads across the land.

He touched the leper, gave sight to blind,
Called Lazarus forth from death’s cold tomb;
Upon the cross, with love refined,
He bore the nails, endured the gloom.

Blood and water freely flowed
As darkness veiled the noonday sun;
Yet death itself could not hold
The Prince of Life—the victory won.

The stone was rolled, the tomb stood bare,
Nail-scarred hands now intercede;
The Sovereign One ascended there,
Seated where all angels plead.

Its foundations rest upon the Stone,
The Cornerstone once cast aside;
Its leaders seek the throne of grace alone,
Its families walk in love outpoured and wide.

Its youth stand tall like cedars strong,
Its elders rest beneath almighty wings;
Its streets resound with grateful song
Of freedom born where mercy sings.

The Sovereign One extends scarred hands
And gently calls the weary soul:
“Come unto Me, in My command
Find rest that makes the broken whole.”

In answer, chains of sin release,
Freedom blooms in holy light;
The stranger finds a place of peace,
The hungry eat, the naked clothed aright.

When final trumpet shakes the sky
And clouds reveal the King of kings,
With eyes like flame and robe dipped high,
The Sovereign One His glory brings.

The holy city then descends,
Where no more tears or darkness fall;
The river of life forever bends,
And Christ, the Sovereign One, is all.

Let every heart across the land
Give heed to this eternal call:
True greatness lies not in fame or gold,
But humble trust in Christ alone,

That every tribe and tongue may hold
Communion with the Sovereign One.
Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.

A Solemn Call to Reprove the Unfruitful Works of Darkness: A Poetic Reflection on Ephesians 5:11 and the Danger of Cultural Compromise in the Church by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Apr 2026

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In Scripture’s pages rings the clear command:
“Have no part with the fruitless deeds of night;
Instead, expose and firmly take your stand,
Reprove the darkness with the truth’s pure light.”
Once we were lost within that shadowed reign,
But grace has called us now as children bright,
To walk as those whom Christ has made again,
And shine His goodness in this present fight.

No partnership with works that bear no fruit,
No quiet truce with what the Lord condemns;
The creeping creed that wears a virtuous suit
Has slipped inside the church and twisted hymns.
It calls for union with what God rejects,
Affirms the sin that Scripture plainly names,
Redefines the marriage bond and sex,
And hides division underneath kind claims.

Awake, O sleeper, rise from death’s cold sleep,
Let Christ’s own radiance fall upon your eyes;
Expose the hidden shame that lies so deep,
That souls may turn, repent, and truly rise.
Reprove the errors of this passing age,
That place mere culture over timeless Word;
No pact with thoughts that war against the page
Where cross and blood alone are truly heard.

Stand firm, believers, in these evil days,
Discern what pleases Him who rules above;
Walk wisely, making time your friend always,
And let the fruit of light reveal His love.
For righteousness and truth will long endure,
While darkness fades before the coming Judge;
When every hidden work is brought to view,
The light will triumph and the false will budge.

O Church of Christ, be bold to speak and shine,
Reprove, expose, with love and truth aligned;
No compromise with darkness, false and fine—
Proclaim the gospel, rescue heart and mind.
Thus shall the sleeper wake, the dead arise,
And Christ will shine where once the shadows fell;
The fruitless works will wither in His skies,
And souls redeemed will sound His praise as well.

Upon the Finished Work of Jesus Christ: Wherein the Soul Finds Rest in the Father’s Unchanging Delight and Rejoices with Singing by Debbie Harris

15 Wednesday Apr 2026

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O Thou who seest not as mortal eyes,
Nor weighs the soul by merit’s fragile scale,
But lookest through the veil where Jesus dies,
And finds in Him the worth that cannot fail—

What though my hands be stained, my steps unsure,
My heart a field half-tilled and overgrown?
Thou countest not the debts I still endure,
For on the Cross Thy reckoning was done.

“Beloved Son,” the heavens once proclaimed,
And now in Him I stand, by grace made one.
The aroma sweet of Christ, not mine, is named;
In that sweet savour Thou delightest, Son.

No thunderous voice of wrath pursues my shame,
But Zephaniah’s song breaks forth in glee:
The Lord in midst of me, exulting flame,
Rejoices with loud singing over me.

My sins, like scattered clouds, are blown away;
No ledger dark records what Christ has paid.
Thou art not wroth when I in weakness stray—
Thy love abounds, slow anger, quick to aid.

I am Thy child, not striving to become;
The Father’s love hath called me what I am.
No better self awaits a fuller sum—
I rest in what the finished work hath won.

Then let me cease from toil to earn Thy smile,
And walk as one already well approved.
The pressure falls; instead, a holy guile—
To live from favour, not for it be moved.

O God, who in Thy Son art pleased with me,
Though I see naught but failure in my glass,
Let this truth shine: Thy pride is full and free,
Rooted in Christ, and changeless as Thou art.

For nothing in my past or present frame
Can dim the glory of redeeming grace.
I am accepted in the Beloved’s name—
And in that name, I find my resting place.

Heaven’s Hallelujah Chorus: The Lord God Omnipotent Reigneth – A Poem of Rest in the King of Kings by Debbie Harris

11 Saturday Apr 2026

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In the midst of life’s fiercest tempests and deepest shadows, there is a peace that surpasses understanding — a calm that descends only when we remember that Christ reigneth. His sovereign rule does not merely command the winds and waves; it stills the restless storms within our own hearts. This pairing of Scripture and poetry is an invitation to lift our eyes to the throne above, where the King of kings sits in endless light, offering rest, victory, and the promise that every tear will one day be wiped away. May these words draw your soul into the hush of His presence and the joy of His eternal reign.

Revelation 19:1-10 (KJV)

And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God: For true and righteous are his judgments: for he hath judged the great whore, which did corrupt the earth with her fornication, and hath avenged the blood of his servants at her hand. And again they said, Alleluia. And her smoke rose up for ever and ever. And the four and twenty elders and the four beasts fell down and worshipped God that sat on the throne, saying, Amen; Alleluia. And a voice came out of the throne, saying, Praise our God, all ye his servants, and ye that fear him, both small and great. And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready. And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints. And he saith unto me, Write, Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb. And he saith unto me, These are the true sayings of God. And I fell at his feet to worship him. And he said unto me, See thou do it not: I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren that have the testimony of Jesus: worship God: for the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.

In realms where tempests rage and shadows creep,
A hush descends, as ancient promises keep.
The throne above, unyielding, firm, and bright,
Where sits the King of kings in endless light.

Our Lord and Savior reigns, His scepter strong,
No earthly crown can match His sovereign song.
Through valleys deep where fears like rivers flow,
His voice commands the winds: “Be still, and know.”

The storms that howl, the doubts that claw the soul,
Bow low before the One who makes them whole.
He calms the sea with but a whispered word,
And peace, like dawn, upon the weary stirred.

In Him, the battle’s won before the fight,
The darkness flees before His holy might.
No chain can bind, no grave can hold His power—
He rose triumphant at the appointed hour.

So rest, O heart, in this eternal reign,
Where grace abounds and sorrow turns to gain.
The Lord who conquered death now holds the key—
In His dominion, we are truly free.

At peace forever, ‘neath His watchful eye,
Our Savior reigns, and every tear shall dry.
Let heavens ring with hallelujahs grand,
For Christ is King, and in His hand we stand.

Revelation 22:20 (KJV)
He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.