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For Such a Time as This(A Prophetic Proclamation) by Debbie Harris

16 Monday Feb 2026

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Summary of the Poem: “For Such a Time as This”

This is a bold, prophetic proclamation poem written in a repetitive, declarative style inspired by Esther 4:14 (“for such a time as this”). It serves as a rallying cry for conservative evangelical Christians, calling believers to stand firm in faith amid perceived cultural, spiritual, and moral crises in the modern world (framed as “such a time” of urgency before Christ’s return).

Core Themes and Structure

  1. Unashamed Gospel Proclamation & Rejection of Compromise
    The poem opens with a commitment to boldly proclaim the gospel of Jesus Christ without shame, while refusing to love the world, compromise truth for unity, or embrace false doctrine.
  2. Cultural & Ideological Resistance
    It strongly opposes:
  • Progressive “woke” ideologies, blasphemous teachings, and moral relativism.
  • Specific philosophies seen as anti-God: communism, Marxism, radical feminism, secular humanism, progressivism, atheism, postmodernism, evolutionism, and others.
  • Institutions and influences: universities that indoctrinate youth, media propaganda, godless entertainment.
  1. Positive Biblical Stands
  • Unwavering support for Israel as God’s chosen people.
  • Defense of traditional marriage (one man + one woman as God’s design from creation).
  • Sanctity of human life from conception (opposing abortion).
  • Authority and inerrancy of Scripture as the final rule for faith and life.
  1. Moral Purity & Personal Holiness
    Calls for fleeing all sexual immorality (fornication, adultery, lust, impurity), pursuing holiness, self-control, and examining one’s own heart to avoid hypocrisy within the church.
  2. End-Times Readiness & Vigilance
    Emphasizes living alert and sober, keeping spiritual lamps burning, purifying oneself, enduring faithfully, and eagerly awaiting Christ’s return (with references to the trumpet call, Bridegroom at midnight, and not delaying).
  3. Mission, Revival & Triumphant Hope
    Urges active evangelism (Great Commission), prayer for national repentance and revival (2 Chronicles 7:14 style), pursuit of true biblical unity (without doctrinal compromise), and making disciples despite opposition.
    It closes with a doxology exalting Jesus as King of kings and Lord of lords, ending in expectant prayer: “Amen—come, Lord Jesus!”

Overall Tone & Purpose
The poem is urgent, confrontational, and hopeful—positioning the current cultural moment as a decisive time for believers to resist darkness, uphold biblical truth uncompromisingly, prepare for Christ’s soon return, and shine as lights while calling others to repentance and faith. It functions as both personal devotion and a public manifesto/call to action for like-minded Christians.

In essence: Stand unashamed, resist compromise, defend biblical truth and morality, prepare for the end, pray for revival, proclaim Christ, and await His victorious return—for such a time as this.

For such a time as this
we stand unashamed for the gospel of Jesus Christ!

For such a time as this
we stand against false doctrine.

For such a time as this
we refuse to love the world
and all that is in it.

For such a time as this
we claim our country for Jesus Christ.

For such a time as this
we live to make our Savior known.

For such a time as this
we do not sacrifice truth for unity’s sake!

For such a time as this
we call out the blasphemous and progressive woke!

For such a time as this
we stand and support Israel, God’s chosen people.

For such a time as this
we call out universities who indoctrinate
and radicalize our youth.

For such a time as this
we become like Bereans—
searching the Scriptures daily,
testing every spirit, every teaching,
to see if these things are so.

For such a time as this
we expose the lies of media giants
who twist truth into propaganda
and silence the faithful voices.

For such a time as this
we guard our homes and hearths
against the invasion of godless entertainment
that poisons young minds with rebellion.

For such a time as this
we watch and pray without ceasing
keeping our lamps trimmed and burning bright
for the Bridegroom comes at midnight.

For such a time as this
we live sober and alert
not sleeping as the world sleeps
but standing ready for the trumpet’s call.

For such a time as this
we purify ourselves as He is pure
clothing ourselves in righteousness
spotless and blameless at His appearing.

For such a time as this
we set our minds on things above
not on earthly things that fade
eagerly awaiting our Savior from heaven.

For such a time as this
we endure to the end in faithfulness
refusing to grow weary in well-doing
for He who promised is faithful and will return.

For such a time as this
we stand against communism and Marxism
godless systems that exalt the state above the Creator,
deny the soul, and crush freedom in the name of equality.

For such a time as this
we reject radical feminism
that wars against God’s design for manhood and womanhood,
promotes rebellion over biblical submission and mutual honor.

For such a time as this
we expose secular humanism
that crowns man as god, erases the need for a Savior,
and builds towers of pride without the fear of the Lord.

For such a time as this
we refuse moral relativism
where truth bends to whim and “my truth” supplants God’s Word,
calling good evil and evil good in brazen defiance.

For such a time as this
we call out progressivism
that marches under banners of “inclusion” while advancing sin,
redefining marriage, life, and justice apart from Scripture’s unchanging standard.

For such a time as this
we oppose every philosophy contrary to God—
evolutionism that mocks creation, atheism that blinds the heart,
postmodernism that dismantles absolute truth,
and all idols of the age.

For such a time as this
we stand firm for traditional marriage
God’s sacred design from the beginning:
one man and one woman united as one flesh,
a lifelong covenant reflecting Christ and His church.

For such a time as this
we defend the holy union of husband and wife
against every attempt to redefine or distort it,
honoring the marriage bed undefiled
as Scripture commands, without compromise.

For such a time as this
we take a stand against all immorality
fleeing sexual sin in every form—
fornication, adultery, lust, impurity,
and every defilement of the body, God’s temple.

For such a time as this
we call out the works of the flesh:
sensuality, debauchery, uncleanness,
and all that grieves the Holy Spirit,
refusing to let sin reign in our mortal bodies.

For such a time as this
we proclaim no hint of sexual immorality
among the saints, no tolerance for what God calls evil,
but rather holiness, self-control, and purity
in thought, word, and deed.

For such a time as this
we proclaim Christ crucified and risen
the only hope for sinners
in a world that calls evil good and good evil.

For such a time as this
we refuse compromise with darkness
choosing instead to shine as lights
in this crooked and perverse generation.

For such a time as this
we proclaim the soon return of Christ
warning the lost, urging repentance
for the day of the Lord draws near.

For such a time as this
we hold fast our confession of hope
without wavering, for He who is coming
will come and will not delay.

For such a time as this
we cry out for revival in our land
humbly ourselves before the Lord,
praying without ceasing, seeking His face,
turning from our wicked ways
that He may hear from heaven, forgive our sin,
and heal our broken nation.

For such a time as this
we affirm the Bible as God’s infallible, inerrant Word—
breathed out by Him, the supreme authority,
profitable for teaching, reproof, correction,
training in righteousness—
the final rule in all faith and practice.

For such a time as this
we defend the sanctity of human life from conception to natural death,
proclaiming every unborn child fearfully and wonderfully made,
a gift from God, image-bearer of the Creator—
calling out the shedding of innocent blood in abortion,
and standing against every assault on the vulnerable.

For such a time as this
we go into all the world making disciples of all nations,
baptizing them and teaching obedience to Christ,
compelled by His love, undeterred by hostility,
for the harvest is plentiful and the workers few.

For such a time as this
we examine our own hearts first,
repenting of hypocrisy and secret sin within the church,
pursuing holiness without which no one will see the Lord,
overcoming compromise that dulls our witness.

For such a time as this
we pursue the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace,
standing together on the essentials of the faith,
but never at the expense of sound doctrine or truth.

For such a time as this
we lift high the name of Jesus Christ,
King of kings and Lord of lords,
to whom every knee will bow and every tongue confess
that He is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
Amen—come, Lord Jesus!

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Free Verse: Divine Love’s Decree: Repent, Believe, Eternal Life Is Thine by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Feb 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Royally Redeemed, salvation

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God is love.
Not sentiment. Not nostalgia. Not a warm blanket thrown over chaos.
Love that is fire—uncreated, unconsuming of itself,
yet consuming everything that stands against its holiness.

He spoke galaxies into being,
named the dust, gave it breath,
set eternity in the human heart
so it would ache for Him.

Then the fracture:
a turned back, a grasped fruit,
a lie believed louder than the Voice that made light.
Sin entered like smoke—
and love did not flinch.
Love looked straight at the wound
and refused to call it small.

Wrath is what love looks like
when it will not negotiate with death.
Not petty anger. Not loss of control.
Wrath is love saying No
to the thing that murders children,
enslaves image-bearers,
and calls darkness good.

So the Father did not bargain.
He gave.
Gave the Son—
the radiant exact imprint of His being—
gave Him to the wood,
to the nails,
to the full weight of what justice demands.

The cross is where love and wrath kissed—
violent, voluntary, final.
“It is finished,” He said,
and the sky tore open like torn cloth,
the veil between God and rebel torn from top to bottom.

Now the invitation hangs in the air,
simple, unguarded:
Come.
Live.
Believe in the One sent to bear what you could never carry.

To refuse is not neutral.
It is to stand in the open when the storm arrives,
to walk away from the only door
that opens into life.
The wrath remains—
not because God changed His mind,
but because He never lies.
Justice does not evaporate.
It was satisfied
or it will be executed.

Yet even in this moment—
right now—
the pierced hands are still extended.
The voice that called Lazarus from the grave
still calls.
God is love,
and love will not stop calling
until the last heartbeat fades
or the last heart turns home.

Turn, repent, believe,
so that your eyes can not be blinded by the enemy’s lies and deceit!
You must be born again!

The call thunders now,
sharp as a sword, tender as a Father’s plea—
don’t wait.
The light is breaking through.
See it.
Turn.
Be born again.
Live.

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The King Eternal Enthroned in Unending Light: Sonnet of Immortal Praise and Boundless Glory by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Feb 2026

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1 Timothy 1:17 (KJV)
Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.

To Thee, great King eternal, throned on high,
Immortal essence, death can ne’er assail,
Invisible, yet felt in every sigh
Of wind and wave, where mortal senses fail—
The only wise, whose counsel none may scan,
Whose boundless mind the ages all contain,
We lift our voices in the dawn of man,
And raise Thy name through joy and through all pain.

No shadowed veil can dim Thy radiant might,
No fleeting hour Thy sovereign glory mars;
Forever, ever, in unending light,
Honour and glory stream from distant stars.
O God alone, to Thee our souls ascend—
Victorious praise shall never, never end!

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Swallowed and TransfiguredThe Contemplative Act Whereby Ezekiel Partook of the Scroll of Woeand Discovered the Hidden Sweetness of Union with the Divine Will by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Feb 2026

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Ezekiel 2:9–10
Then I looked, and behold, a hand was extended to me; and behold, a scroll of a book was in it. When He spread it out before me, it was written on the front and back, and written on it were lamentations, mourning, and woe.

Ezekiel 3:1–3
And He said to me, “Son of man, eat what you find; eat this scroll, and go, speak to the house of Israel.” So I opened my mouth, and He fed me this scroll. He said to me, “Son of man, feed your stomach and fill your body with this scroll which I am giving you.” Then I ate it, and it was sweet as honey in my mouth.

Ezekiel 3:14
So the Spirit lifted me up and took me away; and I went embittered in the rage of my spirit, and the hand of the Lord was strong on me.

No gentle volume offered to the hand,
No silken page to turn with measured care:
A scroll unfurled in flame, on either hand
Lamentation, mourning, woe laid bare.

“Son of man,” the voice resounds through bone,
“Eat what lies before thee—fill thy frame.
Devour the writing, leave no line unshown,
Make judgment’s ink the substance of thy name.”

I parted lips as one who meets his fate,
And took the roll entire upon my tongue;
The taste of honey flooded palate, throat,
While gall of sorrow pressed where breath is sung.

Yet sweeter grew the sweetness as I chewed—
Not honey stolen from the summer comb,
But honey born of perfect will subdued,
Of love that wounds to heal the heart’s deep home.

O mystery of eating strange and deep!
The Word descends not to the outward ear,
But deeper, past the tongue’s dividing keep,
Into the belly’s cavern dark and sheer.

There in the crypt of self the scroll dissolves,
Its bitter script transmuted into light;
What once was woe the inner furnace solves,
And turns to sweetness burning through the night.

No longer separate, the man and message blend—
The prophet is the lament he must bear;
His sinews bear the weight that God would send,
His breath the very sigh of heaven’s prayer.

Thus swallowed whole, the soul is lifted high,
Transfigured in the act of full consent;
The hidden sweetness blooms where tears once lie,
And union with the Will is sacrament.

Let others skim the surface of the page,
Debate its edges, quote its phrases bright:
The true disciple enters that fierce stage
Where eating is the only way to sight.

For God requires not admirers mild,
Nor connoisseurs of sacred text and lore—
He seeks the one whose inmost self is styled
By every syllable the scroll once bore.

So eat, O pilgrim, let the honey stay,
Though sorrow churn the stomach in its course;
The Word, once taken in, will never stray—
It is the life, the way, the very source.

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Swallowed and Transfigured: The Contemplative Act Whereby Ezekiel Partook of the Scroll of Woe and Discovered the Hidden Sweetness of Union with the Divine Will by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Feb 2026

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No parchment leaf to skim with careless eye,
Nor volume shut upon the scholar’s shelf:
The hand of flame extends, and bids me try
The bitter text, to make it bone and self.

“Eat,” the voice commands, no gentle word,
“Fill belly deep with lamentation’s scroll;
Mourning and woe inscribed on every side—
Devour it whole.”

I opened mouth, and lo, the roll was laid
Upon my tongue, a weight of darkened ink;
Yet as I chewed the judgments God had made,
Sweet honey flowed where gall might make me shrink.

O paradox of grace! The heart’s own bread
Is judgment first, then sweetness in the vein;
Till man becomes the message he has read,
And speaks what burns, yet satisfies again.

Not hearers only, nor debaters vain,
But vessels filled, who bear the living sting—
The Word must lodge where blood and marrow reign,
Or else the prophet’s mouth is but a ring.

Thus eat, O soul, and let the honey stay,
Though sorrow sour the stomach in its course;
For truth, once swallowed, cannot fade away—
It shapes the man, and is itself the source.

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There Is Therefore Now No Condemnation(Romans 8:1 – A Hymn of Victory Over the Accuser) by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Feb 2026

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Romans 8.1

There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.

No condemnation now I own,
For I am hid in Christ alone;
The accuser’s voice, though fierce and loud,
Is drowned beneath the crimson flood.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

Day and night he charged my soul,
With sins of old that took their toll;
But Revelation’s thunder rings—
The dragon falls; the Lamb now reigns.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

Who shall accuse God’s chosen ones?
God justifies through His dear Son;
Christ died, He rose, He pleads above—
No charge can stand against His love.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

Come boldly to the throne of grace,
Not trembling in a guilty place,
But confident in mercy’s call,
Where help abounds for one and all.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

When shadows of the past arise,
And Satan whispers hopeless lies,
I point to Calvary’s tree so high—
“Behold the blood that speaks, ‘Not guilty!'”

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

No chains of flesh can bind me now,
I walk by Spirit, free somehow;
His power melts the foe like dew,
And peace—sweet Shalom—breaks through.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

O run, my soul, to grace’s door,
Where wrath is turned to welcome more;
The throne that once seemed far and dread
Now bids me come, by Jesus led.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

So let the accuser rage in vain;
His weapons fall, his power wanes.
In Christ alone my victory stands—
No condemnation—through His hands.

Refrain
No condemnation, precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins on Jesus all were laid;
His blood has made thee whole.

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Free Verse; Neglect Not So Great a Salvation: The Urgent Invitation Before Time Closes and Judgment Opens by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Feb 2026

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Neglect Not So Great a Salvation: The Urgent Invitation Before Time Closes and Judgment Opens
(Free verse summary)

This free verse poem is a quiet, introspective meditation on the fragility of life and the gentle but insistent call of God to salvation. It portrays human existence as a fleeting mist or breath on glass—brief, easily erased—while a still, small voice speaks in the silences between heartbeats, asking why we delay.

The poem recalls the rich young ruler who stood before Jesus, felt the direct pull of truth, yet walked away sorrowful, choosing familiar wealth over unknown freedom. It reflects how we mirror this in subtler ways: postponing response with excuses of “tomorrow,” drowning conviction in noise, letting the heart grow calloused through repeated delay until the once-vivid tug fades—not because God withdraws, but because we stop listening.

Yet mercy remains present and patient. The invitation is immediate—“Behold. Today.”—not conditional on worthiness or convenience. God calls not to restrict but to liberate, offering abundant, eternal life instead of temporary comforts.

The closing urgency is stark: this breath is all we have; tomorrow is an illusion no one reaches. Eternity has no second chances, only this open door of grace that will one day close—not from divine cruelty, but from the simple end of time. The poem pleads gently yet firmly: when the tug returns, do not brush it aside. Turn. Answer. Step through—while the hand still reaches.

Somewhere a voice is speaking,
not loud, not lightning-split sky,
but the hush between heartbeats,
the pause after a name you almost remember.

Life arrives in mist,
lingers like breath on glass,
then wipes clean.
You blink and the room has changed;
the child is grown,
the friend is gone,
the promise you made to yourself
slips further down the calendar.

Many feel it—
that pull when the house is still,
when laughter fades and the ceiling stares back,
when something older than you
leans close and asks,
What are you waiting for?

The rich young man felt it too.
He stood inches from the one who is the way,
saw love looking straight through his polished surface,
heard Sell everything. Follow me.
And sorrow wrapped him like a cloak.
He walked away slowly,
each step measuring treasure against truth,
choosing the weight he already knew
over the freedom he could not yet carry.

We do the same in smaller ways:
scroll past conviction,
turn up the noise,
tell the Spirit Tomorrow, when life settles,
when the kids are older,
when the bank account breathes easier,
when I’m not so tired.

Tomorrow is a thief with soft hands.
It steals the present while promising more time.
And the heart, trained to wait,
grows skillful at waiting—
until waiting becomes habit,
habit becomes hardness,
and the once-clear voice
sounds fainter, not because it stopped,
but because the ear stopped turning toward it.

Yet here, now,
mercy has not moved.
The invitation hangs in the air
like light through half-open blinds:
Behold.
Today.
Not when convenient.
Not when you feel worthy.
Now.

He does not shout to shame you.
He speaks to save you.
Not to chain, but to unchain.
Not to take life, but to give it—
thicker, truer, forever.

Eternity has no clock.
No second chance waiting in the wings.
Only this breath,
this moment,
this door still ajar.

If the tug returns tonight,
do not brush it aside like lint.
Do not say Later.
Later is a country no one has ever visited.

Turn.
Answer.
Step through.

The vapor rises, thins, disappears.
But the hand that reaches for you
does not vanish.
It waits—
until it cannot.

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Classical Rhyme:Neglect Not So Great a Salvation: The Urgent Invitation Before Time Closes and Judgment Opens by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Feb 2026

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This reflective spiritual poem, written in classical ABAB rhyme, meditates on the fragility of human life likened to a vanishing vapor (James 4:14). It portrays God’s persistent, gentle call—often a still small voice—that summons every heart to salvation, yet warns how easily that call is ignored through procrastination, distraction, or love of worldly comfort. Drawing from the rich young ruler’s sorrowful departure, the peril of gaining the world while losing one’s soul, and the biblical urgency of “now is the day of salvation” (2 Corinthians 6:2), the poem pleads against the quiet tragedy of neglect. It contrasts temporary earthly pleasures with the unshakable abundance of eternal life, emphasizing that mercy stands open today, but the door of opportunity will one day close—not from lack of God’s love, but from the end of time itself. The tone is both sobering and hopeful, urging immediate surrender to the Savior’s rescue before the fleeting breath expires and eternity’s irreversible reality begins.

Life is a mist that rises at the dawn,
A breath, a gleam, then vanishes from sight;
Yet in its fleeting span the heart is drawn
By still small voice that pierces through the night.

The call comes soft, not thunder, not with flame,
But mercy’s tug when silence wraps the soul;
Many are summoned, yet so few the same
Will yield and let the Savior make them whole.

The rich one stood before the Lord of grace,
His treasures gleaming brighter than the call;
He turned away, sorrow upon his face,
Chose fleeting gold and let redemption fall.

What profit lies in worlds of wealth and fame
If, gaining all, the soul itself is lost?
The heart grows dull, ignores the sacred name,
And silence settles where conviction crossed.

Behold, now is the day, the hour is here—
Not tomorrow’s promise, vague and far away;
Neglect is not rebellion, yet the fear
Is this: the door may close while we delay.

He knocks to rescue, not to bind or chain,
To give abundant life beyond the grave;
Eternity awaits—no end, no pain—
For those who answer, those He died to save.

O traveler, heed the whisper while you may,
Before the vapor fades into the night;
Choose heaven’s call above the world’s display—
Surrender now, and step into the light.

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Free Verse: Ancient Evil Unveiled in Modern Files: All Eyes on Jesus—Victory Already Won, Hope Unshakable by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Feb 2026

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The world tilts sharp when shadows break open,
files spill like blood from old, sealed wounds—
names, whispers, horrors etched in ink and image,
childhoods stolen, innocence sacrificed on altars
of power, pleasure, and something darker still.
Cannibal whispers in the margins, ancient rites
dressed in modern suits. The stomach drops,
a pit yawns wide, familiar to some who walked
this road years ago, alone in the quiet knowing.

You feel it now—the spin, the sick vertigo
of realizing evil is not rumor, not metaphor,
but flesh and breath and deliberate cruelty.
It is not new. Cain’s hand trembled first;
Molech’s fires burned long before cameras clicked.
Since the garden’s fall, the serpent coils
through every age, wearing crowns, robes, smiles.

Yet here, in the reeling, a fork appears:
despair’s black river, or the narrow path
upward to the One who saw it all before—
who descended into the abyss itself,
carried the weight of every violation,
every tear forced silent, every body broken.

He did not turn away. He entered.
And on the third day, light cracked stone.

So run, dear heart, not from the truth
but through it—toward the steady flame
that no redaction can erase, no name can dim.
Let the heaviness press you lower,
until you find the Rock beneath the quake.

You are not alone in this awakening.
Prayers rise like incense for you,
for the shaken, the grieving, the newly sighted.
Evil roars, but it is wounded, mortal.
Jesus holds the gavel, the throne, the dawn.

Choose light. Speak gospel into the dark.
Live honor where shadows once ruled.
Let faith outlast the fear, hope outshine the pit.
The battle was won on a hill far off;
the echoes now are victory’s aftershocks.

All eyes on Jesus.
The darkness trembles.
The Light remains.

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The Christlike Balance We Long For: Patient Mercy That Weeps for Souls, Unbending Resolve That Stands Against the Masks of Evil by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Feb 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings

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The sonnet is a prayerful aspiration to reflect God’s character in daily life. It asks for grace to embody Christ’s gentle, merciful, and patient love toward every person—tender as morning dew, compassionate like Jesus weeping at Lazarus’s tomb, kind in speech, and full of grace in action—even toward those who are lost or straying.

At the same time, it pleads for unwavering resolve: never to compromise or yield when God’s truth is challenged, tested, or attacked. The poem recognizes that evil often disguises itself in subtle, soft-spoken, or outwardly respectable forms (“a thousand cunning masks”), yet believers are called to stand firmly against every form of sin and falsehood.

The heart of the poem lies in embracing this biblical tension: deep, heart-breaking compassion for sinners as image-bearers of God, paired with uncompromising opposition to sin itself. It concludes by affirming the path of walking in God’s way—offering mercy to people while remaining unyielding toward evil’s influence.

In essence, the sonnet is both a portrait of Christlike maturity and a personal plea: “Lord, make us merciful like You toward every soul, yet holy and resolute like You against all that opposes Your truth.”

As gentle as the dew on morning grass,
Merciful as Christ who wept for Lazarus’ tomb,
Patient when our wayward hearts would pass
Through shadows, yet return to light’s own room—
So may we bear His likeness in our care,
Kind in word, grace-filled in every deed,
Extending love to all who breathe the air,
Yet never yielding where God’s truth is tried.

For evil wears a thousand cunning masks,
In whispers soft, in systems proud and bold;
We stand against it, though compassion asks
Our hearts to break for every straying soul.

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