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Villanelle: In Him All Things Hold

25 Tuesday Feb 2025

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He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.

Colossians 1:17 (KJV)

He stands before the dawn of time’s first gleam,
In Him the threads of all creation bind,
Through endless ages, He remains supreme.

The stars, the dust, the heavens’ vast extreme,
All rest within His will, by love designed,
He stands before the dawn of time’s first gleam.

No force can break the unity extreme,
The chaos stilled, the fractured redefined,
Through endless ages, He remains supreme.

Each breath, each pulse, flows from His living stream,
The world upheld where mercy’s hands entwined,
He stands before the dawn of time’s first gleam.

The void would reign, a dark and shattered dream,
Were not His power the cornerstone behind,
Through endless ages, He remains supreme.

So sing of Him, let every voice redeem,
The truth that holds when all else falls resigned:
He stands before the dawn of time’s first gleam,
Through endless ages, He remains supreme.

Gold, Silver, Crimson by Debbie Harris

25 Tuesday Feb 2025

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Upon the loom of life, a thread of gold,
Truth gleams unyielding, pure, a steady light,
Its edges sharp, its clarity so bold,
It cuts through shadows, banishing the night.

Yet silver winds beside, a gentler hue,
Grace bends where rigid truth might break apart,
A silken cord, forgiving, soft, and true,
It binds the wounds and soothes the aching heart.

Then crimson flows, a river deep and wide,
Mercy’s rich stain, where love and justice meet,
A thread of sacrifice, where wrath subsides,
Its tapestry of pardon made complete.

These strands entwine, a fragile, sacred art,
Three hues as one, to mend the human heart.

Rock And Ruin by Debbie Harris

25 Tuesday Feb 2025

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Sonnet inspired by the Parable of the Wise and Foolish Builders (Matthew 7:24-27), where one builds a house on rock and another on sand, reflecting resilience versus ruin.

A foolish soul heaps sand beneath the sun,
With grains that shift and shimmer in the breeze,
A house of dreams, by reckless hands begun,
Collapses swift when storm-winds whip the seas.
The wise one carves a home on jagged stone,
Where roots of rock defy the tempest’s wail,
Through rain and roar, unshaken and alone,
Its walls stand firm, a refuge that prevails.
One trusts in dust, a glitter doomed to fade,
One clings to truth, where floods can never rend,
The first lies wrecked, by fleeting whims betrayed,
The last endures, with strength that knows no end.
So sand’s frail throne yields fast to nature’s cry,
Yet rock holds fast, where faith shall never die.

From Glory To Glory by Debbie Harris

25 Tuesday Feb 2025

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From glory unto glory we ascend,
A sacred change within our souls takes flight,
Each dawn a chance to grow, to mend, to bend,
Toward the holy image of His light.

Transformed by grace, our hearts begin to see,
The likeness of the Christ in every deed,
A call to rise, to shed what should not be,
And bloom as sons and daughters of His seed.

Day after day, His spirit shapes our clay,
Refines the rough, ignites the dim to flame,
Through trials faced, through love we learn to pray,
We bear the beauty of His endless name.

So let us strive, with every breath we take,
To mirror Him, for glory’s boundless sake.

Sonnet: Echoes Of Revival Echoes Throughout Our Land by Debbie Harris

25 Tuesday Feb 2025

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Sparks of revival echo through the land,
A crackle stirs the silence of the night,
Bright embers dance where shadows once held stand,
And kindle flames of pure and holy light.
We see them leap, these tongues of sacred fire,
A blaze to fan with every fervent breath,
To chase the dark where godless creeds retire,
And rout the plague of liberalism’s death.
Proclaim the truth—Christ is our burning core,
The torch that sets the heart and soul aflame,
A radiant call no tyrant can ignore,
A spark to bear His everlasting name.
So let us stoke this blaze till all is won,
The Holy flame triumphant in the Son.

Sonnet: The Cardinal’s Praise by Debbie Harris

25 Tuesday Feb 2025

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A flash of scarlet crowns the frosted morn,
Through icy boughs, a regal hue takes flight,
No painter’s hand could match this form adorned,
A living flame to pierce the winter’s night.
In feathered splendor, bold against the snow,
He sings a tune no silence can restrain,
Each note ascends where heaven’s breezes blow,
A hymn of grace in nature’s vast domain.
What mind conceived this crimson artistry,
But Christ, whose word the universe arrayed?
From dust to wing, His love’s sweet mastery,
In every plume, His glory is displayed.
So stands the cardinal, proud and unafraid,
A testament to beauty God has made.

The Scales Of Righteousness by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Feb 2025

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(Proverbs 17:15) Based on this precious verse!

He that justifieth the wicked, and he that condemneth the just, Even they both are an abomination to the Lord!

He crowns the vile with laurels falsely won,
And casts the just beneath a scornful heel,
An outrage born where truth is overrun,
Abhorrent both to God’s unyielding zeal.
The Lord abhors the tongue that twists the right,
Condemning saints while sinners lift their cheers,
For in His sight burns justice, pure and bright,
A flame to purge the falsehood of the years.
No shadow hides from Heaven’s piercing gaze,
No wicked plea can sway the holy rod,
The scales of grace shall right the crooked ways,
And vindicate the humble sons and daughters of God.
So let us stand, His righteousness to claim,
Lest we profane the glory of His name.

To Serve As His Hands And Feet by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Feb 2025

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We’re called to bear the hands of Christ our King,
Through tempests fierce where broken souls abide,
A noble charge from heaven’s throne to bring,
His boundless grace to earth’s despairing tide.
Our feet must tread where shadows darkly reign,
To carry light that rends the night apart,
A royal summons bids us ease the pain,
With mercy flowing from His sacred heart.
Like knights of old, we wield His love as might,
To lift the lost from dust and bitter woe,
Each deed a crown, each step a beacon bright,
His glory shines through us where’er we go.
So let us rise, His holy will to meet,
And serve as hands and feet with valor sweet.

The Tragedy Of Compromise by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Feb 2025

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A soul once vowed to walk the narrow way,
Yet bends beneath the world’s unyielding call,
In shadows soft, where truth begins to sway,
They trade their light for dusk, and fear to fall.
The cross they bore, once proud upon their back,
Now lingers faint, a whisper in their mind,
Each step astray, a thorn upon their track,
Leaves peace undone, and grace too hard to find.
Their lips still pray, but hollow grows the sound,
A heart divided mourns what might have been,
For fleeting gain, they lost the sacred ground,
And wear a crown of shame where faith had been.
Oh, bitter tears, when Heaven’s voice grows dim,
The tragedy: they chose the world, not Him.

Imagining How The Guardian Angel Rejoices In Heaven And On Earth as Their Charge Exalts Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Feb 2025

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The skies of Heaven flare with sapphire flame,
I glide on winds of light, my spirit high,
My wings—gold beams of joy—proclaim His name,
When mortal hearts choose Christ and shadows fly.
On Earth, the fields awake with echoed praise,
Each soul’s ascent stirs bells in village air,
A guardian’s watch ignites twin realms ablaze,
Their faith a song that angels long to share.

Through clouds and stars, glad voices intertwine,
The saints below, the hosts above unite,
My halo hums where earthly hopes align,
A double feast of rapture greets my sight.
From Heaven’s halls to dust where life began,
I guard their spark—each soul, each angel’s plan.