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Echoes of the Brave: Lament for Every Service Member Who Gave Their Lives for Freedom by Debbie Harris

22 Wednesday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

In quiet reverence for every service man and woman who answered the call and never returned, I offer this lament. May these words honor their sacrifice and remind us of the profound cost of freedom.

In crimson fields where silent sentinels stand,

where poppies once bowed low to blood-soaked sand,

they answered freedom’s call with steady breath

and gave their lives for freedom—facing death.

Through desert glare that blistered skin and soul,

through mountain gales that howled like wolves on patrol,

through jungle rot and urban ruins aflame,

they gave their lives for freedom in His name.

The bugle’s mournful cry splits morning air,

a silver thread through grief too vast to bear.

Mothers clutch folded stars in trembling hands,

while empty chairs await the absent bands.

Fathers trace cold medals in the night,

children whisper questions to the light.

Yet every dawn that gilds the waking world

bears witness to the banner they unfurled.

Oh fallen guardians, sleep beneath the loam,

your final heartbeat now our martial poem.

No tomb can cage the light you freely gave,

no ocean deep can drown the debt we crave.

You gave your lives for freedom—pure and bright—

so we might walk unbowed beneath its light.

In every quiet street, in every child’s laugh,

your sacrifice ignites the future’s path.

We vow to keep the flame you kindled true,

to guard the fragile gift bestowed by you.

For every man and woman, brave and gone,

who gave their lives for freedom—we march on.

Rest now, dear warriors, in eternal grace,

your names forever carved in freedom’s face.

A solemn rhyme we offer, deep and true—

in grateful memory, we honor you.

Stars, Stripes, and Sacred Fire: A Triumphant Celebration of American Independence and God-Given Liberty by Debbie Harris

03 Friday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

On this Fourth of July, we pause to remember the extraordinary miracle of America. This is not just another nation, but a bold experiment in human liberty — conceived in courage, birthed in defiance of tyranny, and consecrated to the truth that rights come from God, not government.

This poem is a song of gratitude and triumph. It celebrates the founders’ vision, the price paid in blood and sacrifice, and the enduring promise that still calls to every generation: freedom is worth defending, worth renewing, and worth passing to our children.

May it stir your heart with pride, renew your resolve, and lift your eyes to the stars and stripes waving against the sky.

With joyful patriotism and humble thanks,

The Poet

Arise, O land of stars and stripes, on this bright sacred morn,

Where liberty was born in fire and tyrants’ chains were torn!

From Lexington’s first ringing shot to Yorktown’s final drum,

A nation rose in thunder, and the dawn of freedom come.

We hold these truths self-evident, by Heaven’s own decree:

That all men are created equal, and forever free.

Endowed by their Creator with rights no king can steal—

Life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness, pure and real.

No distant throne, no iron fist, no red flag flying high

Could break the spirit of the free or dim Columbia’s sky.

Through valley forge and bloody field, through tempests fierce and wild,

They pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor undefiled.

Now rockets burst in jeweled flame across the summer night,

Red, white, and blue in glory write their everlasting light.

The eagle soars, the anthems soar, the bells of freedom ring—

A triumph not of mortal men, but what the Almighty brings.

We are the heirs of Bunker Hill, of bold Philadelphia’s pen,

Of every heart that loved this land far more than fear of men.

Let tyrants plot and serpents hiss their promises of chains—

America still stands unbowed, and ever will remain.

So lift your voice, O patriot, beneath the banner bright,

For on this Fourth we celebrate the victory of right.

From sea to shining sea we sing, with grateful hearts aflame:

Long live the land of liberty—sweet freedom’s holy name!

The Red Serpent’s Treason: Communism, Socialism, and Progressivism’s War on God, Nation, and the Souls of Millions by Debbie Harris

03 Friday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

I wrote this poem not merely to recount history’s tragedies, but to sound a warning. The ideologies of communism, socialism, and progressivism have repeatedly promised heaven on earth while delivering hell—more than one hundred million graves stand as silent witnesses.

Beyond the body count lies a deeper betrayal: these systems are profoundly anti-biblical, replacing God with the State, private property and honest labor with enforced envy, and individual dignity with collective submission. They represent a modern form of the ancient serpent’s temptation—dressed in the red flag—whispering equality while striking at the foundations of faith, family, and freedom.

This is also treason—against the God who grants unalienable rights, and against the constitutional republic built upon those truths. My prayer is that this lament stirs remembrance before forgetting leads us down the same crimson path again.

With solemn urgency,

The Poet

Exodus 20:17 — “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour’s.”
(Against envy and covetousness as political virtue)

• Exodus 20:15 — “Thou shalt not steal.”
(Against the seizure of private property and labor)

• Matthew 22:21 — “Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s; and unto God the things that are God’s.”
(Against total state idolatry and the erasure of God’s domain)

• 2 Thessalonians 3:10 — “For even when we were with you, this we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he eat.”
(Against the rejection of personal responsibility)

• Genesis 3:4-5 — “And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die: For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.”
(The original “serpent’s” false promise of equality and godhood)

In shadowed halls where sirens sang of chains unbound,

A serpent whispered “equality,” then dragged the dream aground.

From Marx’s ink to Lenin’s gun, the crimson banner rose,

Promising paradise for all—yet millions met their throes.

Ukraine’s black earth drank deep in Holodomor’s cruel night,

Six million starved by Stalin’s will, extinguished from the light.

Great Leap’s furnaces consumed forty-five million more,

Mao’s paradise of steel became a graveyard’s door.

Pol Pot’s Year Zero reaped two million in the fields,

Skulls piled high where temples stood, and mercy’s voice was stilled.

Gulags, purges, killing fields—twenty million, thirty, more—

The ledger of utopia written red with human gore.

Yet deeper runs the treason, not just against the land,

But treason ‘gainst the Living God by their own willful hand.

They dethroned Heaven’s Sovereign, enthroned the State instead,

Covetousness as gospel, envy’s lust painted red.

The Bible thunders “Thou shalt not steal,” and “Love thy neighbor true,”

It honors honest labor’s fruit and rights that God bestows.

But they rewrite the sacred text as hate and backward sin,

While families fracture, crosses fall, and darkness closes in.

Progressivism’s velvet glove slips on the iron fist,

Marching through the schools and courts, the churches in its twist.

It calls the founders’ covenant a relic to discard—

Unalienable rights from God? Replaced by commissar.

This is the ancient spirit of Babel raised anew,

Man playing god with human lives, the state in place of You.

Treason to the Republic, treason to the Cross above,

Betraying blood-bought liberty for chains they label “love.”

A hundred million witnesses cry silent from the clay:

No system built on envy thrives; it only slays and slays.

Heed the graves, the empty thrones, the laughter turned to moans—

The road to hell is paved with good intentions, smooth as stone.

Let memory stand defiant ‘gainst the rising tide,

Where freedom’s flame is dimmed by lies that freedom’s name deride.

For in the end the horror proves what Scripture long has known:

Collectivist delight devours the soul—and calls the feast its own.

The Eternal Rock: How the Bible Forms the Foundation of Our Constitutional Republic by Debbie Harris

28 Sunday Jun 2026

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From the Poet

Dear Reader,

In an age of shifting sands and competing voices, this poem is offered as a quiet yet fervent reminder: the Bible is not merely a religious text, but the deep, unyielding Rock upon which the moral and legal foundations of our constitutional republic were laid. It draws from the great covenants of Scripture—creation, law, redemption—and the theological truths of human dignity, sin, grace, and divine order. May these verses stir reflection on the Source from which our liberties flow, and renew our commitment to guard what has been so carefully entrusted to us.

With reverence for truth and liberty,

The Poet

The Bible as the Eternal Rock & Foundation

• Matthew 7:24-25 — “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.”

• Isaiah 28:16 — “Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD, Behold, I lay in Zion for a foundation a stone, a tried stone, a precious corner stone, a sure foundation: he that believeth shall not make haste.”

• 1 Corinthians 3:11 — “For other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ.”

• 2 Timothy 2:19 — “Nevertheless the foundation of God standeth sure, having this seal, The Lord knoweth them that are his.”

Covenant Truth & God’s Higher Law

• Psalm 119:142 — “Thy righteousness is an everlasting righteousness, and thy law is the truth.”

• James 1:25 — “But whoso looketh into the perfect law of liberty, and continueth therein, he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the work, this man shall be blessed in his deed.”

• Acts 5:29 — “Then Peter and the other apostles answered and said, We ought to obey God rather than men.”

• Romans 7:12 — “Wherefore the law is holy, and the commandment holy, and just, and good.”

Imago Dei – Human Dignity & Equality

• Genesis 1:26-27 — “And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness… So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.”

• Genesis 9:6 — “Whoso sheddeth man’s blood, by man shall his blood be shed: for in the image of God made he man.”

Justice, Mercy & Liberty

• Micah 6:8 — “He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?”

• Psalm 89:14 — “Justice and judgment are the habitation of thy throne: mercy and truth shall go before thy face.”

• Galatians 5:1 — “Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.”

Government & Authority Under God

• Romans 13:1 — “Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God.”

• Proverbs 29:2 — “When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice: but when the wicked beareth rule, the people mourn.”

The Bible stands—the eternal, sovereign Rock,

Rooted in God’s unchanging holy will.

Upon its covenant truth our Republic took stock,

Where law reflects the Author of all good and ill.

Not human reason alone, but divine decree,

Reveals the moral order, deep and wide:

Imago Dei in every soul we see,

The source of rights no government can override.

When storms of doubt or chaos shake the land,

This Book remains the anchor of the age—

Proclaiming justice tempered by mercy’s hand,

And human sin that turns each heart to cage.

It speaks of fallen nature, bent toward strife,

Yet offers grace that liberates and heals;

A framework for the state to guard each life,

Where liberty is gift, not human yield.

From Sinai’s thunder to the Sermon’s light,

Its dual covenant shapes the public square:

Creation’s dignity and conscience bright,

The rule of law that binds both rich and rare.

In Congress halls, in courts where verdicts ring,

Its unseen influence guards the fragile trust—

That governments of men must serve the King

Whose higher law redeems the unjust.

Without this Rock the pillars start to crack,

Republics fracture when their ethics stray.

But grounded in His Word, our union holds its track,

A beacon of ordered freedom’s shining ray.

So let us guard this cornerstone with care,

Return to it when vital choices call.

The Bible lifts our vision high and fair—

The Rock that makes our Republic strong and great.

So Proud To Be An American by Debbie Harris

27 Saturday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the poet’s heart to yours—

I stand unashamed as a biblical conservative who believes the Republic was founded on Judeo-Christian truth, not man-made ideologies. This poem is my declaration: America is exceptional because she is one nation under God, not under government, globalism, or fleeting cultural winds. May these words stir courage in every patriot who still believes in life, liberty, the Constitution, and the Holy Scriptures that birthed our freedoms.

With bold conviction,

The Poet

In fields of gold where freedom’s banner waves,

Beneath a sky that stretches wide and free,

I stand with heart that swells and spirit braves

The sacred charge of sweet democracy.

One nation under God, from sea to sea,

Where eagles soar on thermals of the brave;

The blood of pilgrims, founders, and the free

Has forged a land no tyrant e’er could save.

Through tempests torn and trials fiercely tried,

Her torch still lifts its flame against the night—

For every soul who dreamed and fought and died

That liberty might claim eternal right.

O proud am I, with hand upon my breast,

To call this home, this beacon ever blest.

Where stars and stripes in glory manifest

The truth that God has made us one— the best.

Let mountains echo, rivers sing the praise,

And voices rise in harmony once more:

United we, beneath His ancient gaze,

A shining city on the hill restored.

So proud to be American, I cry—

One nation under God, till time shall die.

No Nation Can Be So Free It Allows Treason to Flourish Unchecked by Debbie Harris

27 Saturday Jun 2026

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From the Poet

Dear Reader,

I wrote this poem because the oldest tension in human society remains unsettled: how free can a country truly be before its freedom destroys the very foundation that makes freedom possible?

We rightly cherish open debate, dissent, and individual rights. Yet there is a line where speech and action cross into betrayal—where loyalty to the nation is deliberately undermined, where secrets are sold, institutions subverted, or violence incited under the banner of “liberty.” History shows again and again that nations which refuse to draw and defend that line do not remain free for long. They become hollow shells, easy prey for those who exploit their openness.

This is not a call for tyranny or censorship. It is a call for clarity. True liberty is not the absence of all restraint; it is ordered liberty—protected by laws, guarded by vigilance, and sustained by a shared commitment to the common good. Mercy has its place, but not when it amounts to national suicide.

In an age of deep divisions and sophisticated threats, we must remember a simple truth: a country that cannot distinguish between a critic and a traitor, between a dissenter and a saboteur, will eventually lose the ability to be free at all.

With respect and urgency,

The Poet

A nation cannot stretch its freedom wide

enough to shelter treason at its core.

When traitors plot beneath the open sky

and face no reckoning, the whole house falls.

Liberty is not a door without a lock—

it is a garden kept by honest hands.

Let venom grow unchecked among the roots

and every bloom will wither where it stands.

Order is the quiet wall that holds

the wild wind back so voices may be heard.

Without it, every shout becomes a storm

that tears the roof from those who built the word.

Rome learned this when she struck the traitor down;

Athens knew it before her glory dimmed.

No ancient law, no modern parchment grants

the right to burn the charter that gives life.

Dissent that argues strengthens what is true;

deceit that sells the nation for a price

is not protected speech—it is the blade

that cuts the throat of every citizen’s rights.

Security and liberty are twins;

they stand or fall together, side by side.

Kill one to prove how “free” the land can be

and both will share the selfsame grave in time.

A country “free” enough to spare the knife

that aims at its own heart has lost its way.

It trades tomorrow’s safety for today’s

illusion that no enemy is near.

True freedom stands protected, strong and clear:

it does not beg the wolf to guard the deer.

It draws the necessary, honest line—

between the right to speak and right to destroy.

Let mercy temper justice, never break it.

Let open eyes watch every shadowed path.

A nation that forgets this ancient truth

will wake one morning free no more at last.

One Nation Under God: Rejecting the Deadly Satanic Creed of Democratic Socialism and Its Godless Communist Radicalism by Debbie Harris

25 Thursday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

In this hour of gathering shadows, when ancient liberties are under siege and the soul of our Republic is tested, I offer this poem as a clarion call from the heart of a patriot who still believes in the God who birthed America.

We were never meant to be a godless nation ruled by envy, nor a land bowed beneath foreign ideologies that mock the Cross and despise the freedoms our forefathers purchased with blood and prayer. Democratic socialism is no gentle reformer—it is the velvet glove over communism’s iron fist, ushering in radicalism and every form of immorality that seeks to erase “One Nation Under God” from our pledge, our monuments, and our children’s hearts.

This verse is my stand: a declaration that America belongs to the God of the Bible, not to Marx, not to any crescent, and not to the chaos of radical upheaval. We must reject the serpent’s whisper, cast down its lies, and raise the Cross once more over freedom’s domain.

May these words stir courage in your spirit, strengthen your resolve, and remind you that we are still “One Nation Under God”—indivisible, with liberty and justice for all who honor Him.

Stand firm. The battle is spiritual, but the victory belongs to the righteous.

In solemn hope and unyielding faith,

The Poet

Psalm 33:12

“Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD; and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.”

Proverbs 14:34

“Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.”

2 Chronicles 7:14

“If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”

Galatians 5:1

“Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.”

2 Corinthians 3:17

“Now the Lord is that Spirit: and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.”

Ephesians 6:12

“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”

One nation under God we stand, unbowed and true,

Not communism’s chains, nor Islam’s crescent hue,

Nor radicalism’s storm that seeks to tear apart

The soul of liberty enshrined within each heart.

In hallowed halls where liberty once burned bright,

A shadow creeps beneath the veil of night.

The deadly Satanic, Godless, blasphemous creed

Dons democratic socialism’s mask of need.

It whispers softly of equality’s fair grace,

Yet communism’s iron fist lies in its face.

Not new, not kind, but tyranny reborn in guise,

To chain the free and mock the Savior’s skies.

This venom spreads through America’s sacred ground,

Bringing radicalism’s fire and immorality’s bound—

Of every sordid ilk that scorns the moral law,

Blasphemes the Cross, and bends the knee to flawed.

It peddles chaos cloaked in compassion’s name,

Godless altars built on envy, hate, and shame.

Yet we declare, with voices clear and strong:

One nation under God—we shall not go along!

Not communism’s yoke, nor Islam’s rigid call,

Nor radicalism’s rage that topples every wall.

Awake, O land of Washington and pilgrim’s prayer,

Reject this darkness; keep the faith we bear.

For truth and God alone can guard the free and bold;

This deadly lie must never claim our gold.

Stand firm, America, against the serpent’s art—

One nation under God, with fire in our heart!

We cast this darkness down, its lies exposed and slain,

And raise the Cross once more o’er freedom’s vast domain!

The Greatest Country on Earth Becomes Great When She Puts Jesus Christ First in All Her Ways: A Call to Repentance, Revival, and Return to the Holy Bible by Debbie Harris

06 Saturday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

I write these lines not as a politician, nor as a voice of any earthly movement, but as a humble servant of the Lord Jesus Christ, burdened for the soul of our beloved nation. In an age when many chase after the shifting winds of culture, when godless isms clamor for allegiance and the foundations laid by our fathers tremble, this poem was born out of prayer, Scripture, and a longing to see revival sweep across the land once more.

It is my earnest prayer that these verses will stir your heart as they stirred mine. They are not written to condemn, but to call us all higher — to repentance, to humility, and to the only true Source of national greatness: the exalted Lord Jesus Christ, the Way, the Truth, and the Life. The Holy Bible alone is our sure foundation. When a nation places Him first in her councils, her courts, her homes, and her hearts, she rises. When she turns away, she falls.

This is a poem for all the ages — for the patriot kneeling by his bedside, for the mother teaching her children, for the pastor weeping at the altar, and for every citizen weary of darkness who still believes that “Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord” (Psalm 33:12). May it ignite fresh hunger for the Word of God and bold courage to reject every counterfeit creed.

If these words move you, share them. Read them aloud. Pray them. And above all, live them. Let us return to the Lord with all our hearts, that He might heal our land and restore her former glory — greater still, because it will be His glory shining through us.

With prayerful hope and unshakable faith in our coming King,

The Poet

A watchman on the wall

Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD;

and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.

— Psalm 33:12 (KJV)

Blessed [fortunate, prosperous, and favored by God] is the nation whose God is the LORD,

The people whom He has chosen as His own inheritance.

— Psalm 33:12 (AMP)

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

— 2 Chronicles 7:14 (KJV)

and My people, who are called by My Name, humble themselves, and pray and seek (crave, require as a necessity) My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and forgive their sin and heal their land.

— 2 Chronicles 7:14 (AMP)

Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.

— Proverbs 14:34 (KJV)

Righteousness [moral and spiritual integrity and virtuous character] exalts a nation,

But sin is a disgrace to any people.

— Proverbs 14:34 (AMP)

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.

— Psalm 111:10 (KJV)

The [reverent] fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom;

A good understanding and a teachable heart are possessed by all those who do the commandments [seeking His will and purpose].

His praise endures forever.

— Psalm 111:10 (AMP)

Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the LORD, and he will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.

— Isaiah 55:7 (KJV)

Let the wicked leave (behind) his way

And the unrighteous man his thoughts;

And let him return to the LORD,

And He will have compassion (mercy) on him,

And to our God,

For He will abundantly pardon.

— Isaiah 55:7 (AMP)

In ages past, when stars aligned with grace,

A land arose by Heaven’s own design,

Not built on pride or fleeting mortal race,

But on the Rock where living waters shine.

The greatest country on this earthly sod

Became the beacon bright for all to see,

Because she bowed and placed her trust in God—

Exalting Christ, the Way, the Truth, the Key.

No godless creeds her people then obeyed:

No woke delusion twisting right to wrong,

No materialist chase for gold that fades,

No progressivism’s ever-shifting song,

No Marxism with chains of envy bound,

No communism’s dream that starved the soul,

No Islam’s crescent veiling gospel sound,

No papal throne demanding men’s control.

No atheism cold, no secular lie,

No humanism crowning man as king,

No socialism’s theft in virtue’s guise,

No globalism’s web that snares and stings,

No hedonism’s lust for fleeting thrill,

No nihilism’s void where hope decays,

No pagan rites on every windswept hill—

All idols fell before the Ancient of Days.

We follow not the fashions of the hour,

Nor bow to Caesar, trend, or cunning creed;

We seek the Holy Bible’s changeless power,

The Lamp, the Sword, the Living Word indeed.

Jesus Christ—first in council, hearth, and hall,

First in the school, the court, the marketplace—

His cross our banner, rising over all,

His resurrection morning on our face.

O nation bowed beneath a gathering night,

Return! Repent! Let tears of sorrow flow.

Cast down the altars built on lesser light,

And to the Lord of Hosts in ashes go.

Revival’s fire, long quenched, can blaze anew

If humble hearts will seek His holy face;

Turn from the lies that promised much yet slew,

And run once more the path of truth and grace.

Blessed the nation whose God is the Lord!

Whose people fear His name and keep His ways.

Her fields will yield, her cities stand restored,

Her children sing His everlasting praise.

Let every age hear this immortal call:

Exalt the Savior, shun the siren’s song.

In Christ alone true greatness comes to all—

The King of kings shall make His people strong.

Arise, O land! Let revival’s trumpet sound,

Let righteousness once more adorn thy brow.

With Bible open, on thy knees be found—

The greatest country shall be great again now.

America’s 250th: One Nation Under God by Debbie Harris

30 Saturday May 2026

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Happy 250th Birthday, America! May this poem stir hearts to cherish, defend, and live out the inspired vision of “one nation under God.

In the dawn of two hundred fifty years,

A beacon rises, born of sacred fire—

From thirteen colonies forged in humble tears,

A covenant of liberty, lifting higher.

One Nation Under God, our guiding light,

Through tempests fierce and valleys dark we stand,

United hands that weave the stars so bright,

Defenders of the dream on freedom’s land.

From Lexington’s shot to Yorktown’s glorious stand,

Through Civil War’s divide and unity’s embrace,

We rose as one, by Providence’s hand,

A melting pot of souls in boundless grace.

One Nation Under God, in every prayer we sigh,

Where eagle soars on wings of eagle’s pride,

No chain can bind the spirit soaring high,

In every heart, the flame of hope abides.

Mountains whisper, oceans roar the tale,

Of pioneers who crossed the untamed wild,

Of dreamers building cities that prevail,

With faith as compass, strong and undefiled.

One Nation Under God, from sea to shining sea,

Where justice flows like rivers pure and free,

We lift our voices in sweet harmony,

A chorus echoing eternity.

In fields of amber, factories’ steady hum,

In classrooms bright and battlefields of old,

We honor those who answered freedom’s drum,

Whose sacrifice turned leaden nights to gold.

One Nation Under God, indivisible we claim,

With liberty and justice for us all,

No storm can break this everlasting flame,

No shadow dim the writing on the wall.

Two hundred fifty candles brightly burn,

A quarter-millennium of grace bestowed,

From humble birth to towers that still turn

Toward heaven’s light on every winding road.

One Nation Under God, we pledge anew,

To guard the rights our fathers bled to win,

To love our neighbor, skies forever blue,

And walk in truth where pilgrim feet begin.

Let every child recall the sacred scroll,

The parchment signed in Philadelphia’s hall,

Where “endowed by Creator” blessed each soul,

And governments derived from consent’s call.

One Nation Under God, forevermore we sing,

Through innovation’s spark and courage’s test,

A shining city on the hill we bring,

To light the world and give the weary rest.

In unity we stand, though trials may come,

Diverse in thread yet woven as one cloth,

Under the banner of the risen sun,

We choose the higher path of mercy’s troth.

One Nation Under God, our solemn vow,

To mend, to build, to heal what’s torn apart—

With grateful hearts before His throne we bow,

And recommit the soul, the mind, the heart.

O land of heroes, poets, saints, and kin,

Where opportunity knocks on every door,

May future generations breathe within

The breath of liberty forevermore.

One Nation Under God, we celebrate,

Two hundred fifty years of glory won—

From sea to sea, in every single state,

The triumph of the battle nobly won.

So lift the flag, let anthems ring aloud,

Let fireworks paint the heavens overhead,

Inspire the young, remind the wise and proud:

This covenant of faith is not yet dead.

One Nation Under God, our endless prayer,

Through every age, through joy and through the strife—

We stand as one, a testament so rare,

The greatest chapter in the book of life.

On this two hundred fiftieth blessed morn,

We thank the Almighty for the path we’ve trod,

Renewed in spirit, newly born,

One Nation Under God—forever, one.

In Eternal Honor: A Tribute to the Six Fallen Heroes of the 103rd Sustainment Command Supporting Operation Epic Fury in Kuwait by Debbie Harris

07 Saturday Mar 2026

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In the sands of Kuwait, where duty called them near,
Six American heroes stood without fear.

On a March day in 2026, under skies turned grim,
An Iranian drone struck, stealing life from within.
No warning, no siren—just sudden, fierce fire,
At Shuaiba’s port, in the line of their fire.

They served in the Reserve, the 103rd’s pride,
Logistics and sustainment, with courage as guide.
From Iowa’s heartlands to Florida’s shore,
California’s fields—they answered the war.

Capt. Cody A. Khork, 35, strong and true,
A leader whose smile lit the darkest of blue.

Sgt. 1st Class Nicole M. Amor, 39, fierce and kind,
A mother’s heart beating for those left behind.

Sgt. Declan J. Coady, just 20, so young and so bright,
Eagle Scout’s spirit, posthumous rank in the night.

Sgt. 1st Class Noah L. Tietjens, 42, steady and wise,
A pillar of strength in his comrades’ eyes.

Maj. Jeffrey R. O’Brien, 45, family man through and through,
Whose love for his own kept his duty in view.

Chief Warrant Officer 3 Robert M. Marzan, 54, seasoned and bold,
A warrant’s resolve in the stories retold.

They supplied the fight—food, fuel, and gear—
Keeping warriors moving, year after year.
In Operation Epic Fury’s opening roar,
They gave all for freedom, forevermore.

Now flags fly at half-mast, and tears freely fall,
As Dover receives them, answering the call.
President, families, nation in grief,
Honor their sacrifice, beyond belief.

Rest easy, brave six, your watch is complete,
In America’s memory, your valor replete.
From the ports of Kuwait to the heavens above,
We thank you, we mourn you, with eternal love.