This World Is Not Our Home: Standing Firm as Evil Is Exuberantly Celebrated, and False Faith Embraces Darkness by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

I wrote this poem with a heavy yet hopeful heart. In these darkening days, we see what Scripture warned us about: Satan’s ancient mission to lie, kill, and destroy is no longer hidden. Evil is not merely tolerated — it is celebrated with exuberance. Even some who call themselves Christians now applaud wickedness and twist grace into a license for sin. Proverbs 2:10-22 reminds us that true wisdom will guard our steps and deliver us from the path of those who “rejoice in doing evil.” This world is growing louder in its rebellion, but take heart — this world is not our home. We are pilgrims passing through. My prayer is that these words will stir discernment in your spirit, strengthen your resolve to cling to God’s unchanging Word, and fix your eyes on the only One who gives life abundantly. Stand firm. The Light still wins.

With prayer and urgency,
The Poet

In shadows deep where darkness schemes,
Satan advances with cunning gleams.
His ancient vow, a venomous art:
To lie, to kill, to tear apart.
He steals our joy, our hope, our breath,
Brings only ruin, pain, and death.
With twisted tongue he lures the weak,
And sets his deadly traps they seek.

This is how you know his hand—
When fruit is poison in the land,
When promises become cruel chains,
When hatred only hate sustains.
If it defies the Word of Truth,
If it destroys the good and youth,
If it wars against the holy scroll—
Then know the thief who steals the soul.

Yet heed the call of wisdom’s voice,
As Proverbs shows the righteous choice:
When knowledge fills the heart with light,
Discretion guards the path aright.
It rescues from the evil way,
From crooked speech that leads astray,
From those who stride in darkness’ tide—
Who never mourn the harm they’ve done,
But laugh with glee when damage’s won.
They revel in their wickedness,
Exult in horror, curse the bless’d.
They celebrate evil, get exuberant,
Wild with delight at what is abhorrent.
They clap and cheer with shameless glee
For deeds that wound humanity.

Beware the ones who claim His name,
Yet dance with sin and flaunt their shame.
They wear the cross but serve the night,
Twist grace to license every vice.
They call Him Lord with lying breath,
While celebrating moral death.

The world grows darker every hour,
More like the realm of Satan’s power.
Evil struts without a blush,
Immorality met with wild hush.
This world is not our lasting home—
We are but pilgrims here below.
Our eyes are fixed on realms above,
The city built on perfect love.

The upright walk in blessing’s light,
The faithful anchored in God’s sight.
No snare of hell can bind them fast—
For dawn will break when night has passed.
Choose life abundant, pure and true,
The Shepherd’s voice that calls to you.
For Christ has come that we may live,
While Satan only comes to give
Ruin and dust and open grave.
Stand firm, O soul, in wisdom’s brave!

Cling to the Word that never bends,
Where truth and life forever blend.
Against the thief and every lie,
Let heaven’s blazing light reply.
Though earth grows cold and filled with night,
Our true home waits in glory bright.

A Closing Prayer

Heavenly Father,

In a world that grows darker by the hour, where evil is celebrated with exuberance and even some who bear Your name rejoice in wickedness, grant us eyes to see and ears to discern. Fill us with the wisdom of Proverbs that guards our hearts and paths. Protect us from the thief who comes only to steal, kill, and destroy. Keep us rooted in Your unchanging Word. Let us walk as pilgrims whose true home is with You. Strengthen every weary believer, expose every false light, and draw the lost to the true Shepherd who gives life abundant. May we stand firm, shine brightly, and never lose hope — for the Light has already overcome the darkness.

In the mighty name of Jesus Christ our Lord,
Amen.

The Watchman’s Lament for the Church in Our Time: When Preachers Trade the Whole Counsel of God for Polished TED-Like Talk by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Jul 2026

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Inspirational, Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Pleasing God Not Man, Prayer, Royally Redeemed, Spiritual Warfare

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Dear Reader,

I write this lament not in anger, but in sorrow and holy concern. In an age when many pulpits have exchanged the pure milk and meat of God’s Word for smooth, self-affirming speeches that tickle the ear, the Church grows lean and weak. May this poem stir the hearts of preachers and hearers alike to return to the old paths — where the Scriptures are opened, explained, and applied with reverence and power. Let us weep for what has been lost, and pray for a restoration of true biblical preaching.

From the Poet

2 Timothy 4:2-4
Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove, rebuke, exhort with all longsuffering and doctrine. For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.

2 Timothy 3:16-17
All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: That the man of God may be perfect, throughly furnished unto all good works.

Acts 20:27
For I have not shunned to declare unto you all the counsel of God.

Jeremiah 6:14
They have healed also the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace.

When shepherds feed the flock with sugared wind,
And turn the holy desk to stages bright,
Where polished phrases dance, and hearts are pinned
To self’s frail throne, not to the Lamb’s pure light—
Then sermons, once the thunder of God’s voice,
Become but TED-like sparks that briefly gleam,
With tales of triumph, tips for earthly choice,

And you are enough—a false, beguiling dream.

No more the sword of Spirit, whetted keen,
That pierces soul and marrow, sin to slay;
No exposition deep of what hath been
From Genesis to Patmos’ final day.
Instead, the itching ear receives its due:
Smooth words like balm, yet leaving wounds anew.

O Watchmen on the walls! Awake, arise!
Unfurl the Scroll, declare the whole counsel true.
Let not the age’s siren charm your eyes,
Nor crowd’s applause your sacred charge subdue.
For manna light from heaven’s table falls,
Not crumbs of wit or motivational thrall.

Christ’s bride deserves the feast, not empty show;
The cross, the blood, the narrow way made plain.
Repent, ye preachers! Let the Scriptures flow
As rivers living, breaking every chain.
Then shall the flock be fed, the weak made strong,
And glory rise where TED-like echoes die—
In pulpits purged, where God alone is sung,
Till heaven’s Well done resounds from on high.

A Closing Prayer

Heavenly Father,

We thank Thee for Thy holy Word, which is a lamp unto our feet and a light unto our path. Forgive us, O Lord, for the many pulpits where Thy truth has been exchanged for the wisdom of men. Raise up faithful preachers who will declare all the counsel of God without fear or compromise. Restore to Thy Church the power and purity of expository preaching. Stir the hearts of Thy people to hunger once more for the sincere milk and strong meat of Scripture. May our pastors feed Thy flock with the Bread of Life, and may Christ be exalted in every sermon.

In the mighty name of Jesus Christ our Lord,

Amen.

Defy the Destroyer: Sin Destroys, Keep His Holy Ways by Debbie Harris

19 Sunday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

Evil is on the rise. In these last days, the mystery of iniquity works with ever greater power, lawlessness abounds, and the love of many grows cold. Sin no longer hides in shadow but parades openly, cloaked in the garments of liberty while dragging souls into captivity. It is a tragic hour: nations reel, hearts harden, consciences sear, and immortal souls perish by the thousands.

Like the prophets of old, I cry aloud: sin is no gentle deceiver but the ancient serpent, the very mystery of iniquity that wars against the soul. It flatters with the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, promising freedom while forging chains of death. From Eden to this present darkness, sin destroys, sin kills, sin ruins — both the hidden man of the heart and the mightiest kingdoms of men.

Yet the Gospel thunders with greater power: “The wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” Therefore, arise and shake off the dust! Repent, believe, and run to the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world. Keep His holy commandments, walk in the narrow way that leads to life, and abide in the Vine who alone can make you clean. Choose this day whom you will serve — sin unto death, or Christ unto righteousness and everlasting joy.

The night is far spent, the day is at hand. The Judge stands at the door. Flee to the Cross while mercy may still be found.

In solemn fear and fervent hope,
The Poet

Romans 6:23 – For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Romans 5:20 – Moreover the law entered, that the offence might abound. But where sin abounded, grace did much more abound.

2 Thessalonians 2:7 – For the mystery of iniquity doth already work…

Matthew 24:12 – And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold.

Isaiah 5:20 – Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil…

Ezekiel 33:11 – …Turn ye, turn ye from your evil ways; for why will ye die…

John 3:16 – For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Acts 4:12 – Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.

Proverbs 14:12 – There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.

Matthew 7:13-14 – Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction… Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life…

Hebrews 9:27 – And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment.

Joshua 24:15 – …choose you this day whom ye will serve…

In midnight’s vault where sin its feast prepares—
Immorality’s mask on every face,
The rebel will that every virtue dares,
The poison sweet that soils the soul’s pure grace—

It whispers lust and greed in honeyed tone,
Pride’s venom’d crown and wrath’s devouring flame,
With lies that turn the upright heart to stone
And trade immortal hope for fleeting shame.

Arise, O soul! Defy this inward foe,
Though every sense be stormed by siren lies;
Let not immorality’s chains thee overthrow,
Nor barter heaven’s dawn for twilight’s prize.

For sin, the thief in angel’s borrowed light,
Hath quenched great souls and toppled empires high,
Unravelled lives through immorality’s night,
And left but hollow ruins ‘neath the sky.

Yet they who stand, though thunder rends the sky
And hell itself unleashes blackest tide,
Uphold the light no darkness can defy—
The deathless flame that death cannot divide.

O mortal, hear and choose this very hour:
Sin destroys, kills, ruins—flee its power!
Choose life eternal, run to Christ the King,
Keep His holy ways—the path that leads to life.

Closing Prayer

Heavenly Father,

We come before You in the name of Your Son, Jesus Christ. You see the heaviness of this world and the rise of evil in our day. Sin destroys, kills, and ruins, yet Your mercy is greater. Thank You that where sin abounded, grace has much more abounded.

Lord, awaken hearts that are sleeping. Convict those walking in darkness. Draw the weary, the broken, and the rebellious to the foot of the Cross. Help us to repent, to run to Christ, and to keep Your holy ways — the narrow path that leads to life.

Strengthen every reader who encounters this poem. Give them courage to stand against sin and boldness to point others to the Savior. May Your Holy Spirit move through these words and bring many into Your Kingdom.

We give You all we have, Lord — our lives, our words, our time, and our influence. Use us for Your glory.

In the mighty, matchless name of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior, we pray.

Amen.

King Jesus Reigns Supreme: An Unyielding Battle Cry for America’s Soul Against Islam, Marxism, Demonic Darkness, and Moral Collapse by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem was written in fervent prayer and with a burning heart for our beloved country. It is not born of anger or hatred toward people, but of deep love for truth, righteousness, and the souls of men and women made in the image of God.

In an age when false ideologies rise boldly — seeking to enslave minds, nations, and consciences — I felt compelled by the Holy Spirit to lift up the Name that is above every name. Jesus Christ is not merely a religious figure; He is the living King, the Conqueror of darkness, the Redeemer of nations.

May these words stir your faith, strengthen your resolve, and call you to your knees. May they remind you that the battle belongs to the Lord, and that greater is He who is in us than he who is in the world.

Let us stand together — not in our own strength, but in the power of the Cross and the hope of the Resurrection — until our land turns back to Christ.

For His glory alone,

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.

Additional Key Verses

Philippians 2:9-11

Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name: That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

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.

2 Corinthians 10:3-4

For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war after the flesh: (For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;)

Matthew 28:18

And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.

John 8:36

If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.

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.

Romans 8:37

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

Arise, O my nation, beneath heaven’s gaze,

Where liberty’s torch once defied darker days.

The shadows encroach—crescent, hammer, and horn—

Yet Christ is exalted, the Crucified, sworn.

No rival submission, no Marxist deceit,

No serpent’s seduction our souls shall entreat.

For Jesus, the Lion of Judah, has roared:

The grave could not hold Him; death is no more.

Islam’s rigid crescent demands every knee,

But we bow to the One who knelt at Gethsemane—

Whose blood bought redemption, whose stripes heal the scar,

Whose gospel of grace outshines every star.

Communism’s red idol, with envy enthroned,

Devours the fruitful, leaves fields overthrown.

Yet Christ is the Servant who washes our feet,

Who lifts up the lowly and makes the proud retreat.

Satanism’s mirror reflects only night,

Self twisted as god in its counterfeit light.

But at Jesus’ name every demon must flee—

The darkness dissolves in His sovereign decree.

Immorality’s flood, glittering, vile, and base,

Corrupts the pure spring and defiles sacred space.

Yet Christ is our holiness, Christ is our fire—

He fashions the fallen to temples of desire.

We war not with hatred but love from the Cross,

Not flesh against flesh, but the power of His loss.

Clad in His armor—truth, righteousness, shield—

We stand on the Word that the enemy yields.

Awake, Church of glory! Let revival ignite,

From sea unto sea in unquenchable light.

Teach children the Cross, the empty tomb’s song,

The blood that still cleanses, the hope ever strong.

No creed forged in conquest, no system of chains,

Can conquer the King who forever remains.

One nation under Christ, redeemed by His hand,

Restored by His mercy, made whole by His plan.

O Jesus, our Captain, our Shield, and our Sword,

Pour out Your Spirit as never before!

The darkness must tremble where saints take their stand—

For greater is He who indwells every land.

Lift high the Redeemer on mountain and stone:

“King Jesus is Lord—and His kingdom alone!”

The battle is won by the blood of the Lamb;

In Christ we are more than conquerors—

Amen.

You Can’t Plumb His Depth: A Call to Passionately Pursue the Endless Christ(An Invitation to Dive Deeper Through Grief, Loss, and Every Season of Life) by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem was born from a single sentence spoken by a dear friend who has now gone on to Heaven. When I once considered chasing a PhD, she looked at me with sparkling eyes and said, “Pursue Christ—you can’t plumb His depth.”

Those words became a compass for my life. They have guided me through seasons of multiplied grief, through the slow fading of loved ones, and through nights when tears seemed the only language I had left.

In a world that often measures success by titles, achievements, and visible results, Pep’s gentle challenge still rings true: the greatest pursuit is Christ Himself. We will never reach the bottom of His love, never exhaust His comfort, never come to the end of His presence. Every sorrow, every tear, every loss becomes an invitation to go deeper still.

If you are walking through grief, through weariness, or through a season where life feels too heavy, this poem is for you. May it remind you that you are not alone, and that the depths of Christ are safe, endless, and full of grace.

Keep pursuing Him.

There is always more.

With love and shared hope,

The Poet (Debra)

Romans 11:33

O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out!

Ephesians 3:18-19

May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.

Philippians 3:8-10

Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ, 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: That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death.

Psalm 42:7

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

Jeremiah 29:13

And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.

Ephesians 1:17-19

That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give unto you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of him: The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may know what is the hope of his calling, and what the riches of the glory of his inheritance in the saints, And what is the exceeding greatness of his power to us-ward who believe, according to the working of his mighty power.

Isaiah 55:9

For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.

2 Corinthians 4:16-18

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

(A Call to Passionately Pursue Christ)

“Pursue Christ,” the voice still echoes, pure and strong,

“You cannot plumb His depth—dive deeper, come along.”

Not silver shallows shimmering at dawn’s first light,

But midnight oceans roaring with unmeasured might.

Leave fragile shores where comfort draws its fragile line,

And plunge beneath the surface of the Great Divine.

Past thunderous waves of grief that crash and cry,

Through caverns deep where hidden treasures lie.

His mercy is a galaxy without an edge,

His love, a molten river no heart can fully gauge.

When losses fall like autumn leaves in golden rain,

And loved ones slip like twilight into heaven’s gain,

Still deeper calls the Voice that calms the storm-tossed sea,

“Descend, beloved—there is always more of Me.”

Each tear becomes a pearl within His sacred keep,

Each ache a golden doorway to the deep.

Pursue Him when the night is velvet-black and wide,

When silence presses heavy and the heart is tried.

You’ll chase His heart through galaxies of grace,

And find He is an ocean with no shore, no resting place.

So chase Him, soul, with hungry hands outstretched,

Through joy’s bright meadows and through sorrow’s shadowed stretch.

For only in these depths is life made whole and true—

Where Christ, the endless Sea, keeps calling you.

Tears Into Chandeliers: Heaven’s Redemption of Every Hidden Sorrow by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Jul 2026

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(A Poem of Hope for Those Who Weep in the Valley, Knowing Heaven Redeems Every Tear)

A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem was born in a season when tears seemed to fall without end. Grief upon grief had come — the slow goodbye to my mother, the heavy battle my nephew is fighting, and the quiet ache of losing dear friends who have “graduated to Heaven.” In the middle of it all, the gentle thought arrived: Our tears will be chandeliers in Heaven one day.

I wanted to remind myself, and anyone else walking through multiplied sorrow, that nothing is wasted in the Father’s hands. Every tear you have cried in secret, every ache you have carried alone, every midnight watch beside someone you love — He has collected them all. The same tender Craftsman who turned water into wine is turning our weeping into something radiant that will reflect His glory forever.

If you are in a season where the tears keep coming, please know this: your sorrow is not invisible. It is precious. One day those tears will hang as chandeliers of light in the Father’s house, casting rainbows across eternity and telling the story of how you trusted Him even when it hurt.

Until that day, may you find comfort in knowing He is gathering every drop with love.

You are seen.

You are held.

Your tears will shine.

With hope and compassion,

The Poet (Debra)

Psalm 56:8

Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?

Revelation 21:4

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

Isaiah 61:3

To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.

Psalm 30:5

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

2 Corinthians 4:17

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.

Revelation 7:17

For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.

Isaiah 25:8

He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the LORD hath spoken it.

Psalm 126:5-6

They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.

Romans 8:18

For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.

In Heaven’s high vaults where sorrow is redeemed,

No tear falls wasted on the ground below;

Each crystal drop the Father has esteemed,

Is gathered, held, and made forever glow.

The salt of midnight watches by a mother’s bed,

The silent streams for sons who fight unseen,

The aching hours when fear and hope are wed—

All caught in hands that once calmed Galilee.

There, in the light no shadow dares defile,

The Craftsman shapes them into chandeliers,

Suspended high above the golden aisle,

To cast the Lamb’s own radiance through endless years.

Not cold, dead stone, but living light they shine—

Each facet holds a story of His grace:

A mother’s fading smile, a nephew’s valiant fight,

A heart that chose to trust in sorrow’s place.

They hang like stars above the throne of love,

Refracting pain into a prism’s fire;

Where once were only groans from earth below,

Now rainbows dance where seraphim aspire.

So weep, dear soul, when waves of grief run deep—

Your tears are not in vain, though darkness veils the dawn.

One day you’ll lift your eyes and truly see

How every sorrow sparkled where the King has drawn.

You are seen.

You are held.

Your tears will shine—

Transformed into glory, eternally divine.

From Glory to Glory: The Royally Redeemed Rise by Debbie Harrid

18 Saturday Jul 2026

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(Not from Condemnation, Shame, or the Enemy’s Belittling Voice, but in the Triumphant Light of the Lamb)

A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem was born in the quiet tension between two voices: the condemning roar of the world and the enemy, and the triumphant whisper of heaven. In a culture quick to shame, belittle, and reduce us to our worst moments, I wanted to lift high the biblical truth that the redeemed do not rise from condemnation—they rise from glory to glory (2 Corinthians 3:18).

Our identity is not forged in the fires of accusation but in the finished work of the Lamb. We are royally adopted, crowned before we ever conquered, clothed in righteousness before we ever proved ourselves worthy. The poem sings of that royal ascent: not a reluctant climb out of darkness, but an ever-brightening flight deeper into the light we already possess in Christ.

My prayer is that these words would silence the serpent’s hiss in your ears and awaken the song of the redeemed in your spirit. You are not defined by what the world calls you. You are defined by the One who calls you “Mine.”

May you rise,

From glory to glory,

Ever held, ever crowned,

Ever free.

With joy and holy confidence,

The Poet

2 Corinthians 3:18

But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.

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.

1 Peter 2:9

But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light.

Revelation 1:5-6

And from Jesus Christ, who is the faithful witness, and the first begotten of the dead, and the prince of the kings of the earth. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood, And hath made us kings and priests unto God and his Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen.

Ephesians 2:6

And hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus.

Romans 8:15-17

For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father. The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God: And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ.

Isaiah 61:3

Hebrews 12:2

Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Revelation 5:9-10

And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation; And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.

2 Corinthians 5:17

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.

From glory to glory the royally redeemed arise,

Like mountains crowned in uncreated light,

Where morning spills its molten gold across the skies

And every shadow bows and takes its flight.

Not dragged from dungeons of the serpent’s shame,

Not whipped by tongues that hiss “unworthy, stained,”—

They mount on eagle wings of holy flame,

Where thunder learns their names and tempests wane.

Behold their crowns: forged from the Lamb’s own scars,

Each jewel a wound that bled eternal grace;

Their robes, the whiteness of uncounted stars,

Woven from tears the Savior kissed from every face.

They walk on seas that once roared chains and night,

Now polished glass beneath their kingly stride;

The Accuser’s ink dissolves in heaven’s light—

A living scroll where endless glory is inscribed.

O sing, you ransomed ones, let galaxies resound!

The enemy’s pale venom cannot mar

The radiance the Father’s smile has crowned—

From glory into glory, star by star.

Arise, bright heirs, in splendor unrestrained,

Like lilies blazing through the frost’s white tomb;

The King who whispers “Mine” has you sustained—

From glory unto glory, ever bloom.

A Servant’s Prayer by Debbie Harris

12 Sunday Jul 2026

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From the Poet

Dear Reader,

Have you ever wanted to be great for God?

Not the world’s loud, glittering kind of great — but the kind that lasts forever? The kind that echoes in heaven? This prayer-poem was born from that very longing. It is a quiet cry of the heart: Lord, make me a servant… then I will be great for Thee.

May it stir the same desire in you.

Lord, break my pride with gentle hands,
Strip every crown I’ve tried to claim;
Teach me to kneel where no one stands,
And serve unseen, without a name.

Let me wash feet with quiet grace,
Carry the cross that others flee;
In lowly dust find heaven’s place —
For only here am I truly free.

No trumpet sound, no golden throne,
No seeking praise from mortal breath;
Just open hands, a heart of stone
Now softened by Your perfect love.

Then, in Your eyes, let greatness rise —
Not as the world would crown its kings,
But as a servant’s low disguise
That wears the glory heaven sings.

So mold me, Lord, till I resemble
The One who stooped to serve and save;
A living light, humble and simple —
In serving You, my soul is brave.

Make me a servant, pure and true,
Then I shall be great… for Thee.

Amen.

Guard Thy Tongue, O Pilgrim, for Every Word Shall Be Judged — by Debbie Harris

12 Sunday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In these troubled days when words wound more swiftly than swords, and “It’s only talk” has become the easy excuse of many, I felt compelled to sound a solemn alarm. May this poem stir every heart — especially those who name the name of Christ — to weigh our words before the Lord. Life and death truly hang in the balance of the tongue.

Let this not be mistaken: contending earnestly for the faith and calling sin sin is not the same as careless cruelty, false accusation, or slander. We are called to speak truth in love, with reverence and accountability, never with malice.

With prayer and trembling,

The Poet

Proverbs 18:21

Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.

Matthew 12:36-37

But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment. For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.

James 3:5-6

Even so the tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth! And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell.

James 3:8-10

But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison. Therewith bless we God, even the Father; and therewith curse we men, which are made after the similitude of God. Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be.

Ephesians 4:29

Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.

Proverbs 21:23

Whoso keepeth his mouth and his tongue keepeth his soul from troubles.

Proverbs 15:1

A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.

Ephesians 4:15

But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ.

Colossians 4:6

Let your speech be alway with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man.

In every word we breathe, a solemn weight is laid,

For heaven marks each syllable our mortal tongues have made.

The tongue, a spark that kindles flame or bids the storm to cease,

Holds life and death within its sway, as Scripture doth release.

O pause, frail heart, before the rush of hasty speech takes flight!

Let wisdom’s bridle check the lip ere anger claims the night.

For idle words and cruel darts shall echo through the years,

When every careless murmur meets the Judge who knows our fears.

Yet in this shadowed age we dwell, where brethren turn to foes,

False tongues accuse the righteous ones with slander’s venomous blows.

“‘Tis only talk,” they lightly say, and shrug with careless grin,

While hearts are slain and names are slain by words that rot within.

They treat the warning with a jest, dismiss the solemn call,

As though the tongue could wound unchecked and Heaven’s gaze appall.

Among the called who bear His name, the poison spreads unchecked,

Where envy masks as zeal, and love lies cold and derelict.

Lord, have mercy on us all who stumble in this fray!

Bring every Christian to their knees, in dust and tears to pray.

Forgive the wounds our words have wrought, the breaches we have torn,

And turn our hearts from bitterness to grace anew reborn.

The more we walk as Christ hath walked, in meekness, truth, and light,

The fiercer grow the arrows shot from shadows in the night.

For darkness hates the shining soul that mirrors Heaven’s Son,

And tests the pure with cruel barbs till victory is won.

Then guard thy tongue, O pilgrim soul, with holy fear and fire,

Let every word be forged in prayer, a weapon of desire.

No poison pass these lips again, no arrow winged in wrath—

But life eternal flow instead, upon the narrow path.

Stand fast, O saint, though slander rage and hatred’s tempest roar,

The King who sees thy silent tears shall vindicate thee more.

For every idle word we speak, though whispered, shouted, hurled,

Shall meet us on that Judgment Day—we give account to God Himself.

Let every word that leaves our lips before the Judge be weighed,

All men shall give account thereof on that great Day of wrath—

Though arrows fly and darkness rails against the Christ-like soul,

Yet guard thy tongue, O pilgrim, till the final trumpet roll.

For every word that we have breathed, both cruel and kind alike,

We all shall answer on that Day before the throne of light.

No idle breath escapes His gaze, though light or fiercely thrown—

We all shall give account thereof before the Judgment Throne.

Lord, have mercy. Purify us now. Amen.

Bless the Lord, O My Soul: Forget Not All His Benefits — Psalm 103:2 by Debbie Harris

09 Thursday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

This poem was born from the stirring words of Charles Spurgeon and the timeless call of Psalm 103:2 — “Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits.”

In a world that so quickly forgets, I wanted to remind both you and myself that the God of Abraham, Moses, and David is not a distant figure confined to ancient pages. He is powerfully present in your story — in the rivers you have crossed, the fires you have walked through, the quiet provisions that arrived at just the right moment, and the still waters that have refreshed your weary soul.

May these lines stir your heart to look back with gratitude, to look up with worship, and to look forward with confident hope. The same faithful hand that guided the saints of old is writing beauty into your life today.

Take a moment. Remember. Give thanks. And then join the song.

Forget not all His benefits.

With joy and reverence,

The Poet

O my soul, arise and bless the Lord,

Forget not all His gifts, both great and small;

The ancient tales of mercy we have heard—

Yet ours are written on these hearts as well.

We trace His hand on Abraham’s road,

On Moses by the sea, on David’s throne;

But turn thine eyes upon thy own abode—

The self-same God walks with thee, not alone.