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When Christless, Satanic, Demonic Ideologies Lie, Kill, and Destroy: Christ Is the Beauty That Cannot Be Lost by Debbie Harris

17 Saturday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader,

I wrote these lines while watching the shops and historic landmarks burn in Paris, while the streets were filled with flames and violence, and while a radical Christless ideology once again tried to lie, kill, and destroy—just as it always has, and just as Satan has from the beginning.

These times remind me of the verse:

But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away!


— 2 Timothy 3:1–5 (NKJV)

What is destroyed can be rebuilt. What is stolen can be mourned. But Jesus Christ is a beauty that cannot be taken away, a light that remains when the city is shaken, the one who outlasts every fall.

It is a political statement because I believe in taking a stand—not in the toxic empathy that is destroying Europe. I am tired of the woke, progressive, liberal, Marxist, communist ideologies, of Islam, and of the ABCs of immorality that this world is demonically promoting. We must take a stand against all forms of evil and immorality. This world is calling good evil and evil good. We must take a stand for our Savior Jesus Christ. In every end time—whether the one we are living or any other—Christ is still the beauty that cannot be lost.

— The Poet

No matter what is destroyed
in these end times—
the shops and historic landmarks
where the fires still climb—

Jesus Christ is a beauty
that cannot be taken,
a light that remains
when the city is shaken.

The stones may blacken,
the windows may break,
the streets may be emptied
by all that they take.

When flames and violence rise
and a radical Christless ideology
tries to seize the prize—

Christ is the beauty
that outlasts the fall—
the one who remains
when they try to take it all.

What they destroy
was never the source.
What they erase
was never the force.
Christ is the beauty
that cannot be lost.

The Holy Transformative Word: How We Remain Triumphant When The World’s Sin Filled Darkness Presses In by Debbie Harris

17 Saturday Oct 2026

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Dear reader,

This poem began as a simple reminder that the light we carry is not our own. In a world that often feels dark, the only triumph that lasts is the one we receive—and keep receiving—from Christ, through His Word, within the life of the Father, Son, and Spirit. My hope is that these lines leave you not merely encouraged, but steady: standing in a light that the darkness cannot overcome.

With grace,

The poet

Hebrews 4:12 — “For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.”

• Isaiah 55:10–11 — “For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout… so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.”

• 2 Timothy 3:16–17 — “All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good work.”

• Jeremiah 23:29 — “Is not my word like fire, declares the Lord, and like a hammer that breaks the rock in pieces?”

• Psalm 119:105 — “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”

• Romans 10:17 — “So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ.”

• Ephesians 6:17 — “And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.”

• John 17:17 — “Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth.”

• 1 Peter 1:23 — “…you have been born again, not of perishable seed but of imperishable, through the living and abiding word of God.”

We have no light apart from Christ.

His word is the dawn that finds the heart

and teaches it to shine.

O royal ones,

is that light still resting

on your soul today—

because you have stayed

in the holy, transformative Word?

This is how we remain

triumphant in a sin-filled world:

not by the strength of our own flame,

but by the light we keep receiving—

light that flows from the Father,

shines in the Son,

and is kept burning by the Spirit.

In that light we stand,

unshaken,

for the darkness cannot overcome

what the Triune God has given.

**To God be the glory always and only.

From Rags of Sin to Robes of Righteousness: A Song of Royal Triumph by Debbie Harris

17 Saturday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader,

I set these lines down under the weight of a privilege I still cannot fully measure: that we who once wore the rags of sin now belong to Christ, and are clothed in His righteousness.

The exchange is so complete, the covering so royal, that the soul is left staggering—not with doubt, but with wonder. Every fold of the robe, every thread of the triumph, is a gift we did not earn and cannot lose.

May these verses help you stand a moment longer in that light, and revel, as I have tried to do, in the garments that are ours because we are His.

—the poet

Zechariah 3:4

“And he answered and spake unto those that stood before him, saying, Take away the filthy garments from him. And unto him he said, Behold, I have caused thine iniquity to pass from thee, and I will clothe thee with change of raiment.”

Revelation 19:8

“And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.”

2 Corinthians 5:21

“For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.”

Romans 13:14

“But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh, to fulfil the lusts thereof.”

Galatians 3:27

“For as many of you as have been baptized into Christ have put on Christ.”

Philippians 3:9

“And be found in him, not having mine own righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith.”

From rags of night, where beggars of the Fall

Crept in the dust of Eden’s broken throne,

We rise—clothed now in splendor’s sovereign call,

The rags of sin exchanged for glory’s own.

Behold the robe! Not woven of the earth,

But spun of light upon the looms of grace;

Its purple folds outshine the stars of birth,

Its gold more pure than any king’s embrace.

Each thread a triumph, every seam a psalm,

Embroidered with the blood that bought our place;

No moth of guilt can mar this living balm,

No stain of yesterday can touch its face.

We revel, then—crowned heads and lifted hands,

In garments brighter than the noonday sun;

The court of Heaven thrills at our commands,

The former beggars now the Father’s sons.

Let trumpets sound! Let banners of the King

Unfurl above the hosts in white arrayed;

From filthy rags to royal covering,

We walk the streets of gold, unafraid.

All praise to Him who stripped our shame away

And robed us in the righteousness He won—

Forever we shall revel and obey,

Clothed as the Bride, the conquerors, the one.

**To God be the glory always and only.

Nothing to Glory in but the Cross by Debbie Harris

15 Thursday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader,

This short poem is offered as a quiet reminder of what, in the end, matters most. It is not the many things that fill our days, nor the ambitions that crowd our thoughts, but this alone: that we know Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and Savior, and that we invite others to know Him. We have nothing else in which to glory. Everything else fades. The work of drawing souls to Him is the labor that remains. May our dreams stay full of that work.

-the poet

Galatians 6:14, KJV

But God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto me, and I unto the world.

May our dreams
be full of
inviting souls
to Jesus Christ
our Lord, Savior,
and King of Kings.

The Masterpiece of Beauty: How Christ, His Creation, and His Benefits Displace All Worldly Glory by Debbie Harris

13 Tuesday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader,I

If you have ever felt the world’s glitter grow thin, or sensed that some beauty greater than all its painted shows still waits to be known, then this sonnet is offered to you. It does not claim to exhaust the theme, only to point toward the One in whom beauty is not borrowed but original—the masterpiece Himself, whose radiance is traced in the works of His hands and in every benefit that flows from His grace.

May it serve, however faintly, to turn the eye from what fades to Him who does not fade, and to fill the heart, the soul, and the mind with that ceaseless beauty which alone can satisfy.

—The Poet

One who hath gazed upon the Christ, and known
The radiance that burns beyond all art,
Finds every lesser glory overthrown,
And turns from every counterfeit of heart.

The world may spread her glittering array—
Her fleeting honours, pleasures, painted shows—
Yet none of these can hold the soul that may
Behold the beauty whence all light doth flow.

What once seemed fair grows pale beneath His eye;
What once seemed sweet turns bitter to the taste.
Heart, soul, and mind receive the gift most high—
The ceaseless beauty that His hand hath graced.

Thus Christ, the masterpiece, in all we see—
In nature, benefits, and majesty.

**To God be the glory always and only.

While the World Spins, Our Savior Is on the Throne by Debbie Harris

13 Tuesday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader

I wrote these few lines when the world felt especially restless—news, noise, and the ordinary weight of days all spinning at once. Sometimes that spinning is simply change and clamor. Sometimes it carries real darkness and evil. In either case, the need is the same: to remember that none of it is unsupervised. Our Savior is on the throne. The One who came for us, who bore our sin, who rose and now reigns, has not stepped away. He holds all things, and He holds His people.

These words are small. They are simply a reminder of a greater reality: that Jesus Christ is Lord, that the Triune God remains faithful, and that the promise still stands—He will never leave us or forsake us. May they point you back to Him when the spinning feels loud or dark, and may they give you cause to praise His name.— the poet

And so the world spins.
No matter how it spins,
our Triune God is on the throne.
Praise His name.
He will never leave or forsake us.

Mercies New Every Morning: The Unbreakable, Cross-Bought Diamond of Our Triune God by Debbie Harris

13 Tuesday Oct 2026

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Dear reader,

These lines began as an overflow—an attempt to speak of a mercy that keeps arriving, fresh and unspent, with every sunrise. I have let the language rise with it, piling word upon word, because the reality itself feels larger than any single phrase can hold. May you find, somewhere in the light of the unbreakable diamond (mercy that cannot be scratched or shattered) or the kaleidoscope of morning, a reminder that this mercy is for you: unending, unshatterable, and new again today.

—the poet

Lamentations 3:22–23

It is of the LORD’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.

Psalm 103:8, 11

The LORD is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy… For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him.

Romans 8:38–39

For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Hebrews 4:16

Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.

1 Peter 1:3

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.

Oh, His gracious, glorious, generous, golden mercy

that is new every morning

gives us unending, unshatterable, cross-bought hope,

grace, and enduring love

that can never be taken away.

For this undeserved, majestic, marvellous, mighty, overwhelming mercy

is like a searing, sovereign, unbreakable diamond—

blazing with infinite, unquenchable light,

harder than any hammer, hotter than any furnace,

brighter than ten thousand suns,

and utterly untouched, unscarred, unconquered

by every demonic fury, every dark assault, every hellish pursuit!

Oh, revel, royally redeemed—

for as the sun rises every morning in blazing, world-waking glory,

so the mercy of our triune God

erupts, explodes, and thunders upward

in a living kaleidoscope of unending colors—

crimson fire, molten gold, sapphire flame, and white-hot radiance—

that never fades, can never fail, will never dim,

and will always be gloriously, triumphantly, eternally renewed

every sunrise!

Oh, the gracious, glorious, generous, golden mercy

that is new every morning

is the spiritual riches

that give us ceaseless, victorious, triumphant

joy, strength, and an unending, eternal hope.

This keeps the free surg

So Much Greater by Debbie Harris

09 Friday Oct 2026

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Dear reader,

This line was set down because grief can feel like the last word, and it is not. Christ has already entered the grave and come forth. The cross took the full measure of sorrow; the empty tomb answered it. Grace is not a gentler feeling beside the loss—it is the risen Lord Himself, greater than every grave He has overcome.If these words find you in a hard hour, let them stand as they are: grief may be great, yet in Christ grace is triumphantly greater. The victory is already His, and therefore already yours.

— the poet

When grief

is great, grace

is triumphantly

so much greater!

The Civilization That Lives on a Vine It Hates by Debbie Harris

08 Thursday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader,

These lines do not quarrel with compassion, nor with law, nor with the care of the weak. The poem grants them. It speaks instead against a quieter treason: to live on the fruit of a faith and refuse the root that bore it. A people may walk for years in the shade Christ planted—compassion, restraint, the worth of the small—and still lift the axe against the Vine. The stanzas ask only what remains when the source is severed and the harvest is still demanded, as if sweetness could outlive the life that made it.

The Poet

John 15:1–6 (KJV)


I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit. Now ye are clean through the word which I have spoken unto you. Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me. I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. If a man abide not in me, he is cast forth as a branch, and is withered; and men gather them, and cast them into the fire, and they are burned.

They love the mercy Christians learned to show,
the care of weak and poor, the ordered peace,
the schools and laws by which the nations grow,
the hope that tells the captive to release.

They walk the orchards older faith had planted,
and praise the fruit, and call the harvest good;
they drink the wells where charity was granted,
and take the sweetness as their native food.

Yet when the root is named—the wounded Lord,
the cross that fed the branches from its side—
they turn, as if the very name were sword,
and scorn the life by which the fruit is tied.

They keep the apples, cut the living tree,
and wonder why the orchard starts to die;
for fruit cannot outlast the source, nor be
itself once faith and root are set aside.

The Neutral Stance That Smiles and Yields the Field by Debbie Harris

08 Thursday Oct 2026

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Dear Reader,

This poem is about Christ, not about manners. He is not one claim among others, set beside the markets and the state for us to weigh at our ease. He spoke of the cross, the empty tomb, and the blood, and He asked for love or hate, not a courteous distance. Stand for everything and you stand for nothing at all. To hear Him and still call neutrality fairness is to step back from Him while smiling, and to yield the field that belongs to Him.

Where is Biblical boldness? We need those who will be bold and take a stand for Jesus Christ no matter what the cost!

The poem is not against kindness to persons. It is against the silence that refuses Christ and names the refusal wisdom.

— The Poet

Neutrality, when the faith is named and known,
is not a pause between two equal claims.
It is the step that leaves the standard down
and calls the silence wisdom, not a shame.

The creed was never offered as a mood
to set beside the markets and the state.
It spoke of cross and empty tomb and blood,
and asked the hearer either love or hate.

To stand apart and judge both sides the same
is still to choose: the choice is not to stand.
The gate is narrow; drifting has a name.
It borrows light and will not take the hand.

So call the neutral stance what it has been:
a quieter treason, smiling while it yields.