Praises Ascending Through Eternity: A Christmas Hymn of Hallelujah to Jesus Christ, the Gift Above All Gifts and Lord of All by Debbie Harris

23 Tuesday Dec 2025

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Stanza 1
In Bethlehem’s soft night, beneath the star’s bright gleam,
A virgin bears the Son in lowly manger scene;
The angels wake the shepherds from their midnight dream,
And heaven’s courts resound with seraphic theme.
The Word made flesh, eternal Light in human guise,
Descends to claim the lost beneath repentant skies.
O Gift beyond all gifts that mortal heart could prize—
Jesus Christ, our Lord, forever reigns on high!

Refrain
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Let earth and heaven raise the strain!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
The King is born of David’s royal line!
Jesus Christ, the Gift above all earthly gifts,
Everlasting Joy, the Savior of us all—
Hallelujah! Glory everlasting be
To Christ the Lord, who sets His people free!

Stanza 2
The shepherds haste to see the Babe in swaddling bound,
Where humble beasts keep watch in silence all around;
“Glory to God!” the angelic host has now proclaimed,
And peace on earth to men of good will named.
No palace gates, no throne of gold receive their King,
Yet choirs invisible His praises loudly sing.
The Lamb who takes our sin has come, redeeming,
Jesus Christ, our Lord, forever reigns on high!

Stanza 3
From Eastern lands the Magi journey long and far,
Drawn by the radiant light of yonder guiding star;
They bring their royal treasures to the Child divine,
And kneel before the King in humble, reverent line.
Gold for His crown, sweet incense for His deity,
Myrrh for the bitter cup He soon must drink for thee—
All earthly kings must bow before eternity:
Jesus Christ, our Lord, forever reigns on high!

Stanza 4
Emmanuel—behold, our God with us abides,
The Infinite in mortal flesh now veiled resides;
He bears our grief, He carries all our sorrow’s weight,
To heal the broken heart and open heaven’s gate.
O boundless mercy shown in this most wondrous birth,
O love unfathomable come to ransom earth!
The Hope of every age has dawned upon our mirth:
Jesus Christ, our Lord, forever reigns on high!

Stanza 5
From cradle unto cross His sacred path He trod,
To offer up Himself, the spotless Lamb of God;
Yet Christmas light foretells the triumph of the morn
When death itself lies vanquished and its sting is torn.
The Babe who sleeps in Mary’s arms shall rise again,
And reign victorious over Satan, death, and sin.
All hail the conquering King who breaks the captive’s chain:
Jesus Christ, our Lord, forever reigns on high!

Stanza 6
All fleeting gifts of earth grow dim and fade away
Beside the priceless Pearl that shines in endless day;
No joy the world can give compares with knowing Him,
No treasure equals Christ, the bright Seraphic Gem.
He is the living Fount from whom all blessings flow,
The Alpha and Omega, whom angels long to know—
Eternal Gift of God to mortals here below:
Jesus Christ, our Lord, forever reigns on high!

Stanza 7
Arise, O Church, and sing through every age and clime,
Proclaim the Savior’s name beyond the bounds of time;
From Christmas dawn until the final trumpet sounds,
Let ceaseless praise ascend where grace and truth abound.
Worthy the Lamb once slain, now crowned in majesty,
To reign forevermore in glorious victory—
All heaven and earth adore Him through eternity:
Jesus Christ, our Lord, forever reigns on high!

Glory to the Lamb: The Eternal Wonder of Born-Again Souls Made New by Debbie Harris

21 Sunday Dec 2025

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Glory to the Lamb: The Eternal Wonder of Born-Again Souls Made New

The poem celebrates the profound miracle of salvation through repentance and faith in Jesus Christ.

It begins with a repentant soul turning from darkness, confessing Jesus as Lord and King, and receiving the life-giving breath of the Holy Spirit.

Whoever comes to Him—regardless of past or status—is buried with Christ in baptism, the old self crucified, and raised as a brand-new creation, awakened from spiritual death.

In awe, the poem marvels at God’s grace: bending low to redeem the lost, heal the broken, and fashion children from ashes and dust—now eternally secure in His love.

The closing stanza erupts in worship to the Lamb who bore our sin, transforming mourning into unending praise. A new heart now beats for Him, and the triumphant declaration rings out:

Hallelujah! Born-again souls, new creatures forever!

Ultimately, the poem is a joyful hymn of praise for the eternal wonder of regeneration—the glorious truth that anyone who receives Christ becomes a completely new creation, alive forever in Him.

In the shadowed heart, a weary soul bends low,
Repentance breaks the chains of night’s long reign;
Tears fall like rain on soil prepared to grow,
And mercy’s voice dissolves the ancient stain.

Then comes the whisper—“Jesus, Lord and King”—
A cry of faith that pierces heaven’s door;
The Spirit rushes in on dove-soft wing,
And what was dead now breathes forevermore.

Whoever comes—lost sinner, great or small—
Is buried with Him in the waters deep;
The old is gone, behold, He makes all
Things new, a child awakened from death’s sleep.

What miracle is this! That God would bend
To make a child from ashes and from dust—
The lost now found, the broken whole again,
Forever His, forever held in trust.

Glory to the Lamb who bore our shame,
Who turns our mourning into endless praise;
A new heart beats, and bears His holy name—
Hallelujah! Born-again souls, new creatures forever!

Lift Up Our Voices Like Trumpets: Blessing and Honor and Glory and Power to the Worthy Lamb Upon the Throne by Debbie Harris

21 Sunday Dec 2025

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Summary of the Poem

Title: Lift Up Our Voices Like Trumpets: Blessing and Honor and Glory and Power to the Worthy Lamb Upon the Throne

This three-stanza anthem is a powerful, Revelation-inspired call to worship, structured like a heavenly liturgy with escalating intensity.

First stanza: A bold invitation to raise voices “like trumpets” in exuberant praise, followed by an extended litany of Christ’s divine titles drawn straight from Scripture—Alpha and Omega, Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, King of kings, the Great I AM, the Bright and Morning Star, and many more. It establishes the eternal majesty and sovereignty of God.
Second stanza: The focus narrows to the redemptive heart of the gospel: the Lamb who was slain. It echoes Revelation 5, declaring that the Lamb is uniquely worthy to receive the sevenfold ascription of praise—power, riches, wisdom, strength, honor, glory, and blessing.
Third stanza: The worship reaches its climactic crescendo. Voices are lifted “once more” in a final trumpet blast, offering eternal doxology to both Him who sits upon the throne (the Father) and to the Lamb—blessing, honor, glory, and dominion forever and ever—sealed with a resounding “Amen.”

Overall, the poem is a triumphant declaration of the worthiness of Christ, the slain yet victorious Lamb at the center of heaven’s throne. It moves from contemplation of God’s eternal names, to recognition of the Lamb’s sacrificial worth, to the unending worship of all creation, inviting every reader to join the everlasting song of heaven.

May we lift up our voices like trumpets
and praise the Alpha and Omega,
the First and the Last,
the Beginning and the End,
who is and who was and who is to come,
the Almighty,
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace,
King of kings and Lord of lords,
the Great I AM,
the Holy One of Israel,
the Root and Offspring of David,
the Bright and Morning Star.

Lift up our voices like trumpets
and praise the Lamb who was slain,
worthy is the Lamb to receive
power and riches and wisdom,
strength and honor and glory and blessing.

Once more lift up our voices like trumpets
and praise the Lamb upon the throne,
to Him who sits upon the throne
and to the Lamb
be blessing and honor
and glory and dominion
forever and ever.
Amen.

Sonnet To Empower Our Savior’s Royally Redeemed by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Nov 2025

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Before the dawn ignites the eastern sky,
The Lord Himself descends in holy fire;
He shatters chains where darkness dares to lie,
And clothes you now in heaven’s royal fire.

Through earthly strife where mortal battles rage,
His chariot cloud consumes all earthly fear;
In every trial, written on heaven’s page,
His holy might shall conquer what is near.

When shadows fall and earthly voices cease,
His glory throne illuminates the night;
The King of kings bestows unbroken peace,
And heaven’s power flows as endless light.

So stand as one with heaven’s victory won,
The Lord your God—His power makes you strong!

Holy Empowerment Sonnet by Debbie Harris

28 Friday Nov 2025

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Deuteronomy 31:8 (KJV)

And the LORD, he it is that doth go before thee; he will be with thee, he will not fail thee, neither forsake thee: fear not, neither be dismayed.

Before the dawn ignites the eastern sky,
The Lord Himself descends in holy fire;
He shatters chains where darkness dares to lie,
And clothes you now in heaven’s royal fire.

Through earthly strife where mortal battles rage,
His chariot cloud consumes all earthly fear;
In every trial, written on heaven’s page,
His holy might shall conquer what is near.

When shadows fall and earthly voices cease,
His glory throne illuminates the night;
The King of kings bestows unbroken peace,
And heaven’s power flows as endless light.

So stand as one with heaven’s victory won,
The Lord your God—His power makes you strong!

May We Never Underestimate the Righteous and Holy Power of Our Risen Savior by Debbie Harris

26 Wednesday Nov 2025

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Summary of “May We Never Underestimate the Righteous and Holy Power of Our Risen Savior”The poem is a fervent, worshipful warning and celebration: Christians must never reduce, tame, or forget the full, awe-inspiring reality of who the risen Jesus truly is.It begins with a solemn charge—never to underestimate the holy power that conquered death itself. Christ is portrayed not merely as a gentle teacher or moral example, but as the sovereign King who silenced storms, shattered hell’s gates, and rose victorious from the tomb, bearing scars that are now emblems of eternal dominion.Stanza by stanza, the poem contrasts the limitless might and terror of His glory with the frailty of human pride, empires, and darkness. No night is too deep, no heart too hard, no kingdom too strong to withstand the light and love of the Risen One. Every knee will ultimately bow—not by persuasion, but by the undeniable authority of the Lamb who was slain and yet lives forever on the throne.The closing stanzas shift from warning to exultation, calling the soul to awaken and join the angelic anthem: “Worthy is the Lamb!” The resurrection is not a past event to be sentimentalized; it is the present, reigning, returning reality of the all-conquering Christ.In essence, the poem is a passionate plea to behold Jesus in His full biblical majesty—terrifying in holiness, tender in mercy, and absolutely unrivaled in power—so that we worship, fear, love, and live in the light of the One who lives and reigns forever.

May we never underestimate
The holy power that death could not hold,
The King who rose when the morning was late
And turned the grave to a gate of gold.

He spoke, and tempests forgot their rage,
He stood, and iron-barred darkness broke;
The chains of hell fell off like a page
Torn from the book that Satan wrote.

No night so deep but His dawn can rend,
No heart so hard but His love can move;
The proudest knee in the end shall bend
Beneath the scar that is crowned with love.

Let empires boast of their marble and might,
Let tyrants thunder and legions roar—
They crumble to dust in a breath of His light,
For Christ is risen, and reigns evermore.

May we never belittle or tame
The terror and tenderness blended as one
In Him who still bears the print of the nail
Yet sits on the throne when all thrones are gone.

Awake, my soul, and with angels cry:
“Worthy the Lamb upon Calvary slain!”
All heaven thunders the glad reply—
He lives, He reigns, and He comes again!Amen.

O Ancient of Eternal Days: A Sevenfold Hymn of Thanksgiving Unto Ages of Ages by Debbie Harris

25 Tuesday Nov 2025

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O Ancient of Eternal Days: A Sevenfold Hymn of Thanksgiving Unto Ages of Ages
A concise summary in seven breaths (one for each perfect stanza):

Before all time, the eternal God spoke light, seas, and harvest into being; every grain and every season has ever been His gift.
In the bleak beginnings of nations (pilgrims on barren shores, exiles in winter), God spread tables in the wilderness and taught His people the first songs of thanks.
Through every famine, war, and darkness since, His hidden manna and watchful love have never failed a single sparrow or child of the covenant.
Tonight, under this harvest moon, fields overflow and ten thousand tables shine; the earth itself laughs in color because all belongs to Him.
Yet the deepest thanksgiving is not for bread and wine, but for wounded hearts made whole, for sinners called beloved, for redemption that turns every sorrow into song.
Empires fall, thrones crumble, but the feast lengthens eastward and westward until the last stranger and the last unborn child find their place at the everlasting table.
Finally, all praise ascends to Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—one God in boundless might—while earth and heaven join in one unending Amen, and thanksgiving itself becomes eternity’s native tongue.

Refrain after every stanza:
“Praise, praise the Giver of all good… All peoples, lift undying praise!”

A hymn that begins before creation and never ends, carrying every generation’s gratitude forward on the same unbroken melody, world without end.

1
O Ancient of Eternal Days,
Before the worlds were framed,
Thy voice called forth the light and seas
And every creature named.
Thy open hand, through endless years,
Hath strewn the heavens with grain;
The seasons turn, the harvest nears—
Thy mercy falls like rain.

Praise, praise the Giver of all good,
Whose love shall never cease;
From age to age Thy mercies flood
The borders of our peace.
Forever, through the length of days,
Let grateful anthems rise—
All peoples, lift undying praise
To God who feeds and supplies!

2
On barren shores our fathers knelt
When winter gripped the land;
Yet Thou preparedst unseen bread
By Thine almighty hand.
A table rose amid the wild,
The cup of mercy ran;
And songs of thanks, by exiles styled,
First sounded among men.

3
When enemies who lie and kill
And come to steal, destroy,
Rose like the darkness, fierce and shrill,
To rob Thy people’s joy—
Thy hidden manna fed us still,
Thy wings o’ershadowed nigh;
Through every threat of death and ill
Thy covenant kept us by.

4
The golden sheaves now bend and break,
The vintage overflows;
Earth laughs in color for Thy sake
And every field o’erflows.
Ten thousand tables gleam tonight
Beneath the harvest moon—
All gifts are Thine, all hearts unite
To sing one thankful tune.

5
Yet not for bread and cup alone
Our trembling praises ring;
For wounded hearts made wholly known,
For every hidden thing
Turned glory by redeeming grace,
For sinners called Thy own—
We bless the love upon Thy face
That claimed us for Thy throne.

6
Let empires crumble into dust,
Let thrones in silence fall;
Thy kingdom comes, forever just,
And shall outlast them all.
The child unborn shall taste this feast,
The stranger find his place;
Thy table lengthens, east to west,
Till time gives way to grace.

7
To Father, Son, and Spirit blest,
One God in boundless might,
Be glory while the worlds shall rest
And through eternal light.
Amen, amen, let earth reply,
And heaven the song prolong—
Thanksgiving nevermore shall die
But rise, world without end, as song.

A Song of the Redeemed: Everlasting Gratitude to Jesus Christ for the Finished, Unending Gift of Salvation by Debbie Harris

25 Tuesday Nov 2025

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A Song of the Redeemed: Everlasting Gratitude to Jesus Christ for the Finished, Unending Gift of Salvation

This poem is a sustained, joyful portrait of the redeemed in the third person, celebrating the ceaseless, irreversible gift of salvation purchased once-for-all by Jesus Christ.

From the first breath of morning to the last sigh of night, the blood-bought host lives in astonished thankfulness. Every ordinary moment (waking, walking, laughing, eating, sleeping) is saturated with the finished work of Calvary: the curse lifted, death defeated, wrath exhausted, sin forgiven. Nature itself testifies—the sparrow, wheat, rain, and sky all echo the victory of the Second Adam and the broken Bread.

The redeemed laugh like soldiers who heard their Captain shout “It is finished!”, feast like guests whose infinite debt is stamped “Tetelestai—Paid in full” by the Lamb’s own blood, and rest like heirs who can never be disowned. Children run, old men leap, widows sing—every demographic of the saved pulses with resurrection life because Jesus Christ lives, reigns, and keeps giving the gift that never diminishes and can never be revoked.

The poem closes with an eternal refrain: the morning stars and the ransomed host together sing one undying note of gratitude to the risen Lord Jesus—Thank You without end—for the finished, unending salvation that flows ceaselessly from His throne.

They wake before the dawn has traced its gold,
the blood-bought host, and breathe the air made sweet
by Jesus Christ who loved and gave Himself.
Their houses—once cold tombs where death held sway—
now stand with every window flung to light
that streams unearned from Calvary’s finished work.

They walk the streets their feet once dragged in chains;
each step now falls on ground the Savior cursed no more.
The sparrow sings because the Second Adam lives,
the wheat bows low because the Bread was broken first,
the rain descends because the clouds of wrath
were emptied on the Lamb who bore their sin.

See how they laugh—no guarded, timid sound,
but loud and free, like soldiers who have heard
their Captain cry, “It is finished!” from the tree.
They greet with wonder those whom Jesus sought
and bought with blood, comparing scars that match
the prints still open in His hands and side.

At table they need no one bid them thank;
the bread itself proclaims the broken Body,
the cup still glows with blood that speaks a better word.
They eat, and every bite is sealed “Forgiven,”
they drink, and every swallow sings “Alive,”
because their Jesus Christ is risen, reigning, giving.

The children race, the old men leap for joy
as calves released when winter’s chains are shattered;
the widows lift the songs they thought forever lost
because the Bridegroom lives who dried their tears.
Above them bends a sky no longer brass
but poured-out mercy from the wounds of Christ.

All day they praise—no anxious, dutiful strain
for fear the gift might slip from trembling hands—
but steady, astonished, like a host set free
who saw the ledger soaked in royal blood
and read beneath their infinite debt
one crimson word: “Tetelestai—Paid in full.”

When night returns they do not bolt the doors
against tomorrow’s possible reversal.
They sleep as heirs the Son has made His own,
as kings already crowned by Jesus’ victory,
as loved ones held in love that cannot end,
and every heartbeat is a quiet amen
to ceaseless salvation flowing from the throne.

And somewhere deep, the morning stars still sing
the song they learned the day the Lamb prevailed:
the ransomed answer, breath by breath, forever—
“Thank You, Lord Jesus. Thank You without end.”

May Our Lives Be a Song of Praise and Thanksgiving to Thee, O Lord of Majestic, Hope-Filled Victory by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Nov 2025

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The poem is a single, sustained prayer that our entire lives might become a living act of worship: rising like sweet incense (Psalm 141:2) to the majestic God who has triumphed over sin, sorrow, and death through the cross and resurrection of Jesus.

It celebrates the transformative power of the gospel:

Darkness is outrun by mercy.
Brokenness and scars are turned into songs of glory.
Ordinary days, tears, work, and weakness are all redeemed and filled with resurrection light.
Every moment (from Monday labor to the return of spring) pulses with hallelujah because the war is already won.

The poem offers back to God the small, honest gifts of real human lives (the worker’s hands, the child’s trust, the widow’s mite, the prodigal’s return) and asks that He receive them as fragrant worship. It ends with a triumphant amen: because we serve the Slain and Risen Lamb, even our little lives are swept up into one endless, hope-filled song of praise and thanksgiving.

In short:
Because of who Christ is and what He has done, every breath we take can be worship, every day can be victory, and every heart can keep singing forever.

May our lives rise like incense, sweet and slow,
a steady hymn through night’s unyielding deep,
each breath a note, each heartbeat set aglow
by mercy that outruns the dark and keeps
its promise in the breaking of the bread,
its victory in the place where sorrow bled.

Oh Lord, majestic, clothed in living light,
Thy name a banner over every fear;
the grave is hollow now, the stone is bright
with morning no shadow can draw near.
We carry resurrection in our veins,
and every scar sings glory through its pains.

Let laughter spill like wine at harvest feast,
let weeping turn to dancing in Thy sight;
our fragile days, once borrowed from the beast
of death, now blaze with heaven’s borrowed might.
Because of who we serve—the Slain, the Risen—
our little lives become a wide horizon.

So take these trembling offerings, small and true:
the work-worn hand, the child’s unbroken trust,
the widow’s mite, the prodigal’s “I’m through
with running”—all laid bare before the Just
and Gentle One who calls the broken blest
and sets a table in the wilderness.

May every ordinary moment ring
with hallelujahs only grace can start;
may Monday’s labor and December’s spring
both thrum beneath Thy mercy like a heart
that knows its ransom paid, its war already won—
and sings, forever sings, because of Thee, the Son.

Amen. And amen again.
Our lives: one endless song of praise and thanksgiving.

A Thanksgiving Hymn to Christ the King by Debbie Harris

24 Monday Nov 2025

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Summary of “A Thanksgiving Hymn to Christ the King”

The poem is a single, sustained act of worship that moves from earthly Thanksgiving beauty to the eternal throne of Jesus Christ.

It begins with the familiar golden splendor of an American Thanksgiving (amber fields, scarlet maples, pumpkin, cider, laughter, and a laden table), yet swiftly lifts every detail into praise of Christ the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, the true source of all bounty.

Remembering how Jesus once multiplied loaves on Galilee’s shore, the poem thanks Him not only for food and harvest, but far more for His broken body and shed blood that multiply grace and forgive sins.

Earthly candles and hearthfires fade before the fiercer, saving light of the cross. All temporary joys (turkey, pies, breath itself) are offered back to the Lamb who was slain, that He might transform them into eternal crowns.

The poem closes with a vision that stretches beyond every future Thanksgiving on earth: one day the final harvest will gleam, time will end, and the redeemed will lay endless hallelujahs at the feet of Jesus Christ, the King supreme.

In short, it is a joyous, majestic declaration that every Thanksgiving feast is but a foretaste of the everlasting banquet, and every “thank you” on earth is rehearsal for the unending worship in heaven.

On this golden Thanksgiving day,
when amber light spills over fields laid bare,
we lift our eyes beyond the harvest’s fair array
to Him who crowns the year with mercy rare.

Jesus, Thou King of Kings, bright Morning Star,
whose scepter rules the storm and calms the sea,
before Thy throne we cast our crowns afar,
for every grain and grape are gifts from Thee.

The scarlet maple, burning in its praise,
the pumpkin’s quiet gold, the cider’s steam,
the laughter rising through the autumn haze—
all echo back the glory of Thy name.

Thou who once broke the bread on Galilee’s shore,
and fed the thousands with a child’s small store,
still multiplies our meager thanks once more
till hearts, like loaves, are broken and restored.

We thank Thee for the table richly spread,
for hands that planted, hands that reaped and baked;
yet more, O Lord of Lords, for wounds that bled,
for love that died and rose, and sins erased.

The pilgrim’s candle flickers in the night,
the hearthfire leaps to greet the wandering guest;
but brighter burns Thy cross’s saving light—
in that fierce flame we find our deepest rest.

So take our trembling praise, our feeble song,
our turkey carved, our pies, our fleeting breath;
receive it all, Thou Lamb who bore our wrong,
and weave it into crowns beyond our death.

Forever, Jesus Christ, the King supreme,
we laud Thy name through every coming year;
till earth’s last harvest yields its final gleam
and crown Thy throne with endless hallelujahs clear.

Amen.