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Sonnet: The King’s Heart Is in the Hand of the Lord, As the Rivers of Water: He Turneth It Whithersoever He Will by Debbie Harris

20 Thursday Mar 2025

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This majestic Shakespearean sonnet, inspired by Proverbs 21:1 (KJV) — “The king’s heart is in the hand of the Lord, as the rivers of water: he turneth it whithersoever he will” — celebrates God’s sovereign authority over earthly rulers and human history. It portrays the king’s heart as a river guided by God’s hand, emphasizing His power to shape destinies despite human free will. The poem asserts that God’s royal courts direct the course of time, weaving all events into a divine tapestry. It concludes with a call to trust in God’s unchanging reign over all humanity.

The king’s heart lies within the Lord’s great hand,
As rivers turn where’er His will doth flow,
A mighty tide through time’s unyielding strand,
He shapes the crowns where mortal powers grow.

Though free will reigns in hearts of flesh below,
His royal courts o’errule each choice we claim,
Through every deed, His boundless might doth show,
A sovereign Lord, unchanging, still the same.

No earthly lord can thwart His grand design,
Nor human will outpace His sacred chart,
For in His grasp, all ages intertwine,
A tapestry ruled by His boundless heart.

So fear not freedom’s frail and fleeting span,
God’s courts assert His reign o’er every man.

Standing For The King: Sonnets Of Faith Unbowed by Debbie Harris

20 Thursday Mar 2025

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From my heart to yours, may these sonnets lead you to the King of Kings!

The Royal Heir series is a collection of twelve Shakespearean sonnets, each exalting Jesus Christ by portraying a distinct royal heir—a symbolic every-soul redeemed by grace—within a unique profession or calling. Written in iambic pentameter with an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme, the series spans a diverse array of lives, from the intimate to the authoritative, illustrating Christ’s transformative presence in every sphere. Royal Heir I: Sonnet In Service (The Counselor) begins with a servant guiding others with mercy, followed by Sonnet In Teaching (The Teacher) shaping minds with truth, Sonnet In Shepherding (The Pastor) tending souls with love, and Sonnet In Governing (The Politician) seeking justice in power’s fray. Sonnet In Song (The Musician) lifts melodies as prayer, while Sonnet In Judgment (The Judge) balances law with grace, and Sonnet In Defense (The Lawyer) defends truth with zeal. Leadership deepens with Sonnet In Rule (The Governor) guiding a land, Sonnet In Command (The President) steering a nation, and Sonnet In Waiting (The Vice President) serving in poised readiness. The series closes with the familial heart of Sonnet In Nurture (The Mother) cradling life in love and Sonnet In Guidance (The Father) leading kin with strength. Each sonnet shifts at the volta from earthly duty to inner redemption, concluding with a couplet affirming the Savior’s enduring light, together forming a poetic tapestry that celebrates faith across all walks of life.

Sonnet I: The Witness
The streets alive with noise that knows no God,
A secular hum where faith is but a jest,
I walk alone, my heart by Christ unshod,
His name my shield against the world’s unrest.
The towers gleam, their glass a cold disdain,
They whisper low, “Your King is but a tale,”
Yet in my soul, His fire shall remain,
A royal truth no scorn can e’er assail.
The crowd may laugh, their eyes with pity gleam,
But I, a witness, bear His cross with pride,
Through din and doubt, His love shall reign supreme,
An heir unbowed where lesser hopes subside.
So here I stand, a voice amid the throng,
My Savior’s praise my everlasting song.

Sonnet II: The Scholar
The halls resound with wisdom’s hollow claim,
A secular throne where doubt is crowned as king,
I hold my book, its words a sacred flame,
For Christ alone my mind shall ever sing.
Their theories clash, they mock my simple creed,
“Thy faith,” they sneer, “a relic of the past,”
Yet in these lines, I find the truth I need,
A royal lore no reason can outlast.
The learned scorn, their pride a towering wall,
But I, a scholar, kneel to wisdom’s source,
Through pages worn, His light shall never fall,
An heir steadfast on heaven’s steady course.
So still I read, my heart a quiet stand,
My Savior’s truth my reason shall command.

Sonnet III: The Worker
The shop awakes with clamor void of grace,
A secular grind where faith is swept aside,
I lift my hands, my toil a holy place,
For Christ within my labor shall abide.
Their jests fly swift, “Thy God brings naught to gain,”
They curse His name through sweat and steel’s harsh din,
Yet in my soul, a peace shall still remain,
A royal strength no mockery can thin.
The world may see a drudge in dust and grime,
But I, a worker, bear His mark divine,
Through task and taunt, His love transcends all time,
An heir unyielding in this mortal line.
So daily still, I work with heart sincere,
My Savior’s will my every burden cheer.

Sonnet IV: The Outcast
The throng departs, their scorn a bitter wind,
A secular tide that casts my faith astray,
I stand alone, by Christ my soul is pinned,
His cross my strength where others turn away.
They shun my voice, “Thy creed offends our peace,”
Their doors are shut, their fellowship denied,
Yet in my heart, His mercy shall increase,
A royal bond no exile can divide.
The world may brand me foe to all their ways,
But I, an outcast, wear His name with glee,
Through banishment, His light shall still ablaze,
An heir redeemed where none but He can see.
So here I dwell, apart yet not forlorn,
My Savior’s love my refuge ever born.

Sonnet V: The Artist
The canvas waits, a world that spurns my theme,
A secular muse where beauty bows to none,
I paint my Lord, His grace my grand esteem,
For Christ inspires the strokes that I’ve begun.
Their galleries mock, “Thy art a quaint old lie,”
They laud the void, their colors cold and bare,
Yet in my lines, His truth shall never die,
A royal vision rising through the air.
The critics jeer, their taste a hollow throne,
But I, an artist, frame His face divine,
Through brush and hue, His glory stands alone,
An heir unshaken in this craft of mine.
So still I wield my palette for His reign,
My Savior’s light my every shade sustain.

Sonnet VI: The Healer
The wards arise with cries that shun my prayer,
A secular veil where science reigns supreme,
I tend their flesh, my faith a whispered air,
For Christ anoints the hands that seek to redeem.
They scoff aloud, “Thy God has no domain,”
Their charts deny the soul beneath the skin,
Yet in my touch, His mercy shall remain,
A royal balm where healing may begin.
The world may trust in steel and sterile lore,
But I, a healer, see His work unfold,
Through pain and cure, His love I can’t ignore,
An heir steadfast with grace that won’t grow cold.
So daily still, I mend with quiet might,
My Savior’s peace my lantern in the night.

Sonnet VII: The Merchant
The market hums with gain that knows no creed,
A secular chase where gold is all they seek,
I trade my wares, my faith a planted seed,
For Christ upholds the honesty I speak.
They bribe and cheat, “Thy truth will cost thee dear,”
Their scales are tipped, their hearts a hollow shell,
Yet in my stall, His justice lingers near,
A royal code no profit can dispel.
The world may prize the wealth that rusts away,
But I, a merchant, weigh a higher store,
Through barter bold, His light shall hold its sway,
An heir unbowed where greed shall reign no more.
So still I stand, my ledger pure and plain,
My Savior’s will my everlasting gain.

Sonnet VIII: The Parent
The home awakes with youth that drifts afar,
A secular pull where faith is deemed a chain,
I guide my own, my love their northern star,
For Christ renews the hope that I maintain.
They hear the world, “Thy God is but a yoke,”
Their peers deride the prayers we softly say,
Yet in my arms, His strength shall still invoke,
A royal guard through night and fleeting day.
The age may scorn the hearth where faith is sown,
But I, a parent, plant His word with care,
Through doubt and storm, His truth shall not be thrown,
An heir steadfast, His cross my kin shall bear.
So daily still, I nurture undismayed,
My Savior’s grace my children’s barricade.

Sonnet IX: The Elder
The years unfold, a world that youth reveres,
A secular dawn where age is cast aside,
I hold my ground, my faith through silvered years,
For Christ sustains the soul where I reside.
They pass me by, “Thy time has lost its sway,”
Their haste forgets the wisdom I have earned,
Yet in my heart, His promise shall not stray,
A royal flame that time has never burned.
The young may chase a fleeting, hollow gleam,
But I, an elder, stand with steady gaze,
Through fading days, His love shall reign supreme,
An heir unbowed in life’s unyielding maze.
So still I rise, my spirit ever strong,
My Savior’s peace my anthem all along.

Sonnet X: The Proclaimer
The square resounds with ears that will not hear,
A secular roar where truth is drowned in din,
I lift my voice, my King I’ll not forswear,
For Christ empowers the words that I begin.
They shout me down, “Thy gospel spoils our ease,”
Their rage a wall, their hearts a locked embrace,
Yet in my cry, His mercy shall increase,
A royal call no silence can displace.
The world may close its gates to all I preach,
But I, a proclaimer, bear His news with might,
Through storm and scorn, His kingdom I beseech,
An heir undaunted in this holy fight.
So here I speak, my tongue a sacred flame,
My Savior’s glory evermore proclaim.

A Plea For Righteous Reckoning by Debbie Harris

20 Thursday Mar 2025

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The sonnet “A Plea for Righteous Reckoning,” inspired by Psalm 7:9 (KJV)—”Oh let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end; but establish the just: for the righteous God trieth the hearts and reins”—is a prayer to God, asking Him to end the wickedness of the unjust and bring their evil deeds to a close. It seeks the strengthening and protection of the righteous, acknowledging God as the righteous judge who examines the innermost thoughts and desires of all people. The poem contrasts the downfall of the wicked with the triumph of the just, emphasizing divine justice that penetrates beyond human perception, ultimately establishing peace and righteousness through God’s eternal authority.

O Lord, let wickedness at last be stilled,
Its dark dominion brought to swift decay,
The wicked’s guile by Thee alone is willed,
To end their reign in Thine appointed day.

Establish firm the just, who seek Thy face,
Their souls upright beneath Thy holy sight,
For Thou, O God, dost try each hidden place,
The hearts and reins revealed in righteous light.

Thy judgment pierces deep where mortals fail,
No thought escapes Thy pure and probing eye,
The just arise where wicked powers quail,
Their malice hushed beneath Thy boundless sky.

So let their evil cease, their strength unwind,
While justice reigns, eternal and refined.

Christ Over Humanism and Every Ism: A Sonnet Series by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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Christ Over Humanism and Every Ism: A Sonnet Series is a collection of twelve Shakespearean sonnets, each a resolute declaration of Christ’s supremacy over ideologies that oppose biblical truth. Written in iambic pentameter with an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme, the series confronts a dozen “isms” with poetic fervor, exalting Jesus as the ultimate authority. Sonnet I: Against Humanism begins by rejecting man’s prideful self-rule, followed by Sonnet II: Against Progressivism upholding scripture over shifting morals, Sonnet III: Against Socialism defending individual freedom, and Sonnet IV: Against Marxism choosing peace over class strife. Sonnet V: Against Communism defies godless tyranny, while Sonnet VI: Against Materialism seeks eternal riches, Sonnet VII: Against Secularism resists faith’s silencing, and Sonnet VIII: Against Relativism anchors truth in Christ. Sonnet IX: Against Atheism affirms God’s presence, Sonnet X: Against Liberalism rejects unbound liberty, and Sonnet XI: Against Satanism overcomes darkness with light, culminating in Sonnet XII: Christ Triumphant, where all isms fall before His throne. Each sonnet shifts at the volta from worldly error to divine victory, concluding with a couplet proclaiming Christ’s reign, together forming a poetic testament to His sovereignty over every human creed.

Sonnet I: Against Humanism
The humanist exalts his mortal throne,
“Man is the measure,” cries his proud decree,
Yet flesh alone shall crumble, dust and bone,
For Christ my King holds all eternity.
They laud their wit, their reason’s fleeting reign,
No God above, they claim their minds suffice,
But wisdom fades, their boasts a hollow strain,
A royal truth their folly can’t entice.
The world may bow to self in fleeting gleam,
But I reject this creed of hollow pride,
Through man’s vain tower, His light shall reign supreme,
An heir to grace where human hopes subside.
So here I stand, His word my steady guide,
Christ over all, no ism shall abide.

Sonnet II: Against Progressivism
The progressive shifts with every fleeting wind,
“Truth bends to time,” their fluid anthem sings,
Yet scripture stands, unyielding to their bend,
For Christ my Rock defies their wandering springs.
They cast old ways, “The past must be outgrown,”
Morals remade, their compass ever turns,
But God’s own law in stone is firmly sown,
A royal code their progress never earns.
The world may cheer this march of shifting sand,
But I hold fast, His word my fixed delight,
Through tides of change, His truth shall ever stand,
An heir to grace amidst their endless flight.
So here I root, my faith shall not be swayed,
Christ over all, His statutes I’ve obeyed.

Sonnet III: Against Socialism
The socialist binds all to state’s embrace,
“Thy good is ours,” their collective voice demands,
Yet freedom bows, ensnared in forced grace,
For Christ my Lord calls souls, not earthly hands.
They seize the fruit, “No man shall rise alone,”
Their yoke a chain, disguised as common care,
But God’s own gift is mine to call my own,
A royal path their system cannot share.
The world may laud this net of equal claim,
But I resist, my soul to Him belongs,
Through leveled fields, His name I still proclaim,
An heir to grace above their binding wrongs.
So here I stand, my liberty secure,
Christ over all, His freedom shall endure.

Sonnet IV: Against Marxism
The Marxist stirs with class a bitter war,
“Thy wealth condemns,” their battle cry resounds,
Yet hate divides where peace should reign the more,
For Christ my Prince brings concord that confounds.
They topple thrones, “The worker shall arise,”
Their rage a flood, no mercy in their creed,
But love, not strife, is heaven’s grand surprise,
A royal balm for every human need.
The world may clash in factions torn apart,
But I, in faith, seek unity divine,
Through conflict’s din, His peace shall rule my heart,
An heir to grace where all His children shine.
So here I dwell, His kingdom my desire,
Christ over all, no class shall quench His fire.

Sonnet V: Against Communism
The communist decrees a godless state,
“All bow to us,” their iron edict falls,
Yet souls unclaimed shall seek a higher fate,
For Christ my King o’er every power calls.
They strip the faith, “No Lord shall rule but man,”
Their chains erase the hope of heaven’s shore,
But in my breast, His promise still shall span,
A royal truth no tyrant can ignore.
The world may bend beneath their crimson sway,
But I defy, my spirit ever free,
Through darkened rule, His light shall lead my way,
An heir to grace beyond their stern decree.
So here I rise, His name my endless plea,
Christ over all, His reign eternity.

Sonnet VI: Against Materialism
The materialist craves the fleeting gold,
“Thy worth is here,” their shallow anthem cries,
Yet rust consumes what hands so dearly hold,
For Christ my Wealth in endless glory lies.
They chase the shine, their hearts a hollow shell,
No thought of soul, just treasures of the dust,
But I seek gems no market can compel,
A royal store in Him I place my trust.
The world may heap its riches high and grand,
But I renounce, my joy in Him complete,
Through fleeting gain, His riches shall expand,
An heir to grace where earth and heaven meet.
So here I stand, my treasure found above,
Christ over all, my everlasting love.

Sonnet VII: Against Secularism
The secular bans faith from public square,
“No God in sight,” their cold command decrees,
Yet truth suppressed shall rise through fervent prayer,
For Christ my Lord reigns o’er their stern appease.
They build a wall, “Thy creed must stay confined,”
Their halls a void where sacred echoes fade,
But in my soul, His voice shall not be blind,
A royal call their silence can’t degrade.
The world may hush the gospel’s holy strain,
But I resist, my faith shall not be stilled,
Through muted days, His name shall still remain,
An heir to grace their bounds have never filled.
So here I speak, His word my bold refrain,
Christ over all, no ban shall Him constrain.

Sonnet VIII: Against Relativism
The relativist claims all truths align,
“No right, no wrong,” their fluid chorus flows,
Yet shifting sand shall crumble by design,
For Christ my Truth in steadfast glory grows.
They twist the word, “Each man his own to choose,”
No anchor holds, their doctrine drifts astray,
But God’s own law no mortal can refuse,
A royal rock where lies shall fade away.
The world may drift in doubt’s unmoored embrace,
But I stand firm, His writ my steady guide,
Through vague belief, His light shall hold its place,
An heir to grace where absolutes abide.
So here I root, my faith shall not be tossed,
Christ over all, no truth in Him is lost.

Sonnet IX: Against Atheism
The atheist denies with darkened eye,
“No God exists,” their hollow boast resounds,
Yet skies proclaim what hearts cannot deny,
For Christ my Life in every breath abounds.
They cling to chance, “The world is but a fluke,”
Their void a cage, no purpose to be seen,
But I behold His hand in all I look,
A royal mark where chaos never gleans.
The world may scoff, their faith in nothing sure,
But I affirm, His presence ever near,
Through blind dissent, His truth shall still endure,
An heir to grace beyond their fleeting fear.
So here I stand, my soul in Him awake,
Christ over all, no doubt His reign shall shake.

Sonnet X: Against Liberalism
The liberal cries, “My will shall set me free,”
No law divine, their liberty’s the prize,
Yet unbound choice breeds chaos none foresee,
For Christ my King alone makes mortals wise.
They shun restraint, “Each soul its own to steer,”
Their freedom bends to whims of fleeting day,
But scripture holds a yoke both firm and clear,
A royal path their wandering can’t sway.
The world may cheer this liberty unbound,
But I resist, my heart to Him confined,
Through reckless rights, His truth shall still be found,
An heir to grace where selfish creeds unwind.
So here I stand, His reign my soul’s delight,
Christ over all, His rule my guiding light.

Sonnet XI: Against Satanism
The satanist exalts the shadowed foe,
“To dark we bow,” their chilling anthem rings,
Yet hell’s deceit shall reap what it does sow,
For Christ my Lord o’er every evil springs.
They dance with lies, “The serpent’s path is true,”
Their rites a snare, rebellion’s bitter fruit,
But light prevails, His cross shall pierce it through,
A royal might no demon can dispute.
The world may heed their whisper’s twisted call,
But I renounce, my soul in Him secure,
Through occult veils, His name shall conquer all,
An heir to grace where darkness can’t endure.
So here I rise, His power my refrain,
Christ over all, no evil shall remain.

Sonnet XII: Christ Triumphant
The isms clash, their voices fill the fray,
Yet each shall bow before His sovereign throne,
I lift my praise, no creed can dim His day,
For Christ my King shall reign o’er all alone.
From man’s proud boast to Satan’s dark array,
Their towers fall, by His own might undone,
All worldly dreams in dust shall fade away,
A royal crown where every fight is won.
The world may cling to shadows brief and frail,
But I rejoice, His victory supreme,
Through every ism’s dusk, His light prevail,
An heir to joy in His eternal gleam.
So here I sing, my soul forever free,
Christ over all, my endless jubilee.

To the Christ-Centered Poet All Creation Sings in Verse by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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The world’s a scroll where verses softly play,
Each dawn a line, His breath in every scene,
My poet’s heart with scripture’s pulse shall sway,
For Christ my theme in all that I’ve foreseen.
The stars align, their rhythm lights my way,
A stanza vast, His word my soul’s serene,
Two threads entwine—my craft, His truth’s array,
A royal weave where faith has ever been.
The brook’s soft song, a quatrain of His grace,
The cross a rhyme that steadies all my days,
Each note I pen, His gospel finds its place,
Through life’s refrain, my spirit lifts in praise.
So all I see in verse shall ever blend,
Christ’s sacred lines my poetry transcend.

Everything A Verse by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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The world unfolds in stanzas soft and grand,
A poet’s eye sees meter in the breeze,
The rain a rhyme, the earth a measured band,
Each leaf a line that whispers through the trees.
The sun ascends, its rhythm warms the land,
A quatrain glows where shadows find their ease,
In every breath, a poem’s pulse is planned,
A muse eternal, boundless as the seas.
The mundane hums with beauty’s hidden art,
A child’s laugh weaves a couplet pure and free,
The night descends, a sonnet’s quiet start,
Through joy and pain, the verse shall ever be.
To poets true, all life’s a sacred frame,
Each moment sings in Christ’s immortal name.

Crowns Of The Persecuted: Sonnets Of Christ’s Faithful by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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Crowns of the Persecuted: Sonnets of Christ’s Faithful is a collection of ten Shakespearean sonnets, each a stirring tribute to Christians enduring persecution for their unwavering faith in Jesus Christ. Crafted in iambic pentameter with an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme, the series portrays royal souls—redeemed by grace—bearing their trials as crowns of glory in a hostile world. Sonnet I: The Prisoner opens with a believer praising from a cell, followed by Sonnet II: The Exile finding refuge in banishment, Sonnet III: The Martyr facing death with courage, and Sonnet IV: The Silent praying in secret amid fear. Sonnet V: The Betrayed stands firm despite kin’s rejection, while Sonnet VI: The Wanderer flees persecution with divine strength, and Sonnet VII: The Scorned rises above mockery. Sonnet VIII: The Child endures youthful trials with bold faith, Sonnet IX: The Convert embraces Christ amid old ties’ wrath, and Sonnet X: The Survivor bears scars as a testament to resilience. Each sonnet shifts at the volta from earthly suffering to inner triumph, concluding with a couplet affirming Christ’s sustaining love, together weaving a poetic tapestry of faithfulness under fire.

Sonnet I: The Prisoner
The cell is cold, its iron bites my frame,
A world’s rebuke for faith I’ll not deny,
Yet in these bonds, I sing my Savior’s name,
For Christ my King shall lift my spirit high.
The jailer’s scorn, the chains that weigh me down,
They bid me bow, “Renounce thy foolish creed,”
But in my heart, a royal peace I’ve found,
A crown unseen where mortal hopes recede.
The dark may press, its shadows thick and grim,
But I, a prisoner, wear His light within,
Through bars and stone, His love shall never dim,
An heir unbroken where the lost begin.
So here I wait, my soul in fetters free,
My Savior’s grace my endless jubilee.

Sonnet II: The Exile
The land I loved now spurns my faithful tread,
A banished soul for Christ I’ve dared to claim,
Through foreign dust, my path by grace is led,
His holy name my refuge and my flame.
They cast me out, “Thy God we’ll not abide,”
Their gates are shut, their hearth no more my own,
Yet in my flight, His presence shall reside,
A royal home where earthly ties have flown.
The world may see a wanderer forlorn,
But I, an exile, bear His boundless care,
Through wilderness, His strength shall still be worn,
An heir upheld where none but He would dare.
So on I roam, my heart a steadfast song,
My Savior’s love my shelter all along.

Sonnet III: The Martyr
The pyre awaits, its flames a cruel decree,
A world’s fierce hate for faith I’ll not forsake,
Yet in this hour, my soul shall rise to Thee,
For Christ my King, my life I gladly stake.
They shout their wrath, “Thy Lord shall save thee not,”
The crowd’s disdain a tempest round me swirls,
But in my breast, a peace their rage forgot,
A royal joy beyond these fleeting whirls.
The fire may leap, its heat my flesh consume,
But I, a martyr, see His face divine,
Through death’s dark veil, His light shall still resume,
An heir triumphant in His grand design.
So here I stand, my end a sacred start,
My Savior’s arms my everlasting part.

Sonnet IV: The Silent
The night is still, my voice by fear restrained,
A world’s reproach bids faith to hide its gleam,
Yet in my hush, I call my Savior’s name,
For Christ sustains the prayers I dare not scream.
They watch with eyes that judge my every deed,
“Thy God,” they warn, “brings peril to thy door,”
But in my soul, His whispers plant the seed,
A royal trust no silence can ignore.
The bold may fall, their cries a fleeting sound,
But I, the silent, hold His truth within,
Through muted days, His grace shall still abound,
An heir unseen where courage must begin.
So quiet still, I kneel in secret might,
My Savior’s peace my lantern in the night.

Sonnet V: The Betrayed
My kin turn cold, their love a faded spark,
A world’s disdain for faith they now embrace,
Yet in their scorn, I cling to Thee, my ark,
For Christ my King restores my heart with grace.
They curse my choice, “Thy God has torn us wide,”
Their voices sting, once tender, now severe,
But in my loss, His mercy shall abide,
A royal bond no treachery can shear.
The world may cheer when family casts me low,
But I, betrayed, find strength in Him alone,
Through broken ties, His love shall ever flow,
An heir upheld where human hearts have flown.
So here I stand, forsaken yet renewed,
My Savior’s care my soul has ever viewed.

Sonnet VI: The Wanderer
The road is long, my flight from hate begun,
A world’s pursuit for faith I’ll not disown,
Through shadowed vales, I seek the Holy One,
For Christ my King my refuge has been sown.
They hunt my steps, “Thy creed shall be thy doom,”
Their threats a gale that drives me far from rest,
Yet in my haste, His promise shall consume,
A royal path where weary hearts are blessed.
The world may chase, its wrath a ceaseless roar,
But I, a wanderer, bear His steady hand,
Through endless miles, His peace I can’t ignore,
An heir sustained by heaven’s boundless land.
So on I flee, my soul in motion free,
My Savior’s light my guide eternally.

Sonnet VII: The Scorned
The throng derides, their laughter cuts me deep,
A world’s contempt for faith I’ll not release,
Yet in their jeers, my heart shall ever keep,
For Christ my King transforms my shame to peace.
They point and mock, “Thy God a fool’s delight,”
Their voices rise, a chorus harsh and shrill,
But in my stand, His mercy shines so bright,
A royal calm their taunts can never still.
The crowd may rail, their scorn a fleeting gust,
But I, the scorned, wear grace as my attire,
Through ridicule, His love shall never rust,
An heir unmoved by earth’s unholy fire.
So here I rise, their jests a hollow din,
My Savior’s strength my victory within.

Sonnet VIII: The Child
The years are few, yet foes my faith despise,
A world’s rebuke for trust so young and pure,
I lift my gaze, my hope beyond the skies,
For Christ my King my spirit shall ensure.
They tease and shove, “Thy God is but a game,”
Their childish spite a weight upon my frame,
Yet in my youth, His name I still proclaim,
A royal shield no cruelty can defame.
The old may bow, their strength by time undone,
But I, a child, stand firm in tender might,
Through playground wars, His love shall be my sun,
An heir unbroken in this dawning fight.
So small I stand, yet bold in faith I grow,
My Savior’s care my heart shall ever know.

Sonnet IX: The Convert
The past I knew now turns its face in rage,
A world once mine for faith I’ve cast aside,
Yet in this breach, I find my truest stage,
For Christ my King my soul has purified.
They curse my turn, “Thy God betrays our kin,”
Old friends decry the path that I’ve embraced,
But in my choice, His mercy shall begin,
A royal dawn where former ties are traced.
The world may mourn the man I left behind,
But I, a convert, greet His light anew,
Through wrathful cries, His peace shall still unwind,
An heir reborn where grace alone is true.
So here I walk, their hate a fading call,
My Savior’s love my fortress over all.

Sonnet X: The Survivor
The scars I bear, a tale of battles fought,
A world’s fierce lash for faith I’ve held so dear,
Yet through the storm, my soul by Christ is wrought,
His holy name my anthem loud and clear.
They struck me down, “Thy God shall fail thee yet,”
Their blows a tide that sought to break my will,
But in my rise, His strength shall not forget,
A royal hope their fury can’t distill.
The world may see my wounds and call me frail,
But I, survivor, wear His mark with pride,
Through trials past, His love shall still prevail,
An heir restored where darkness once resided.
So here I stand, my life a testament,
My Savior’s grace my endless firmament.

By God’s Own Hand: The Eternal Word of Genesis Rejects the Arrogance of Satan’s Evolutionary Deceit by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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The sonnet declares the Biblical fact that God created everything instantly and with purpose, as recorded in scripture, not through the falsehood of evolution. It opens with “In the beginning God created all,” directly stating the truth of Genesis 1:1 (“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth”). Humanity was formed from dust and given life by God’s breath, a fact confirmed in Genesis 2:7 (“Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life”), distinct and intentional, not derived from any random or animal origin.

Evolution is exposed as a Satanic lie that seeks to degrade human dignity, a deception akin to 2 Corinthians 11:3 (“But I am afraid that just as Eve was deceived by the serpent’s cunning, your minds may somehow be led astray from your sincere and pure devotion to Christ”). The sonnet proclaims that creation bears God’s name and will, as Psalm 33:6 affirms (“By the word of the Lord the heavens were made, their starry host by the breath of his mouth”), leaving no room for evolutionary tales.

Adam was created by God’s grace, a truth recorded in Genesis 1:27 (“So God created mankind in his own image”), and all of nature was fixed by divine command, as seen in Genesis 1:3 (“And God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light”). “By fiat spoke” reflects this immediate act of God’s word, and the sonnet closes with the unchanging fact of Isaiah 40:8 (“The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever”), calling for the rejection of the blasphemous evolutionary lie that human arrogance dares to raise against God’s eternal truth.

In the beginning God created all,
From dust to man, His breath gave life its frame,
No creeping chance, no eons’ slow parade,
But holy will, creation bears His name.
Yet Satan whispers lies to dim the light,
A tale of beasts, of man from mud evolved,
To strip the soul of dignity and might,
In arrogance, God’s truth stands unresolved.
The Scriptures sing of Adam, formed by grace,
No random spark, but purpose in His hand,
Each star, each bird, each blade in fixed embrace,
By fiat spoke, the heavens firmly stand.
So cast aside this blasphemy, this lore,
For God’s own Word endures forevermore.

The Inestimable Gift of Standing as Royal Heirs of the King of Kings by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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The sonnet, titled “The Inestimable Gift of Standing as Royal Heirs of the King of Kings”, celebrates the extraordinary privilege of being born again as joint heirs with Jesus Christ, as affirmed in Romans 8:17: “Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.” The poem marvels at the grace that frees believers from sin, transforming them into royal sons and daughters of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. This divine gift, so vast and inestimable that it defies comprehension, elevates the redeemed to a status of royal kinship, robed in splendor and destined for the throne of grace. The sonnet underscores the rarity and honor of bearing Christ’s name, a birthright mortals can scarcely fathom, culminating in the triumphant image of standing as heirs, enthroned in victory’s sound—a reflection of the eternal glory promised to those who share in Christ’s inheritance.

Do we perceive the grace that crowns our days,
To be reborn, from sin’s dark chains set free,
Joint heirs with Christ, in glory’s boundless rays,
A royal kin to heaven’s majesty?
The King of Kings, the Lord of Lords supreme,
Bestows a gift no mortal mind can hold,
A blessing vast, beyond our wildest dream,
Inestimable wealth in love retold.
Sons, daughters, robed in splendor not our own,
We bear His name, a privilege so rare,
The throne of grace becomes our destined home,
A royal birthright mortals scarce can bear.
Such honor floods the soul with awe unbound,
To stand as heirs, enthroned in victory’s sound.

At Any Moment: The Rapture and the World’s Undoing by Debbie Harris

19 Wednesday Mar 2025

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The sonnet, titled “At Any Moment: The Rapture and the World’s Undoing”, depicts the sudden, unpredictable return of Jesus Christ, as foretold in 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17: “For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air.” The poem portrays this rapture as an event that could strike at any moment, whisking away only the repentant, born-again Christians—those who have truly turned to Christ. As these faithful souls ascend, the world left behind spirals into mass chaos, with streets filled with panic and societal order crumbling in the absence of the righteous. For those who remain, the sonnet issues a fervent call to repent and believe in Christ, despite the terror and turmoil, underscoring that faith is the sole path to salvation. It concludes with a note of hope: God’s mercy endures, ready to embrace those who call on His name amid the world’s undoing.

A silent thief, the Lord in glory comes,
The rapture claims the born-again, the meek,
Repentant souls rise up to beating drums,
While earth below descends to chaos bleak.
The faithful gone, who bore the Spirit’s seal,
Leave streets awash in panic’s wild despair,
The world unmoored, its order set to reel,
A void of grace hangs heavy in the air.
If you abide, when millions disappear,
Repent with tears, cast off your sinful chain,
Believe in Christ, though terror draws near,
For only faith can ease the soul’s deep pain.
Amid the storm, one truth shall still remain:
His mercy waits for those who call His name.