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Be Our Shield and Hiding Place by Debbie Harris

09 Thursday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

These words were born in the quiet ache of watching cruelty rise like a flood in our day—tears falling, reputations shattered, hearts hardened. Yet in the midst of it, I remembered the tender heart of God, who stores every tear in His bottle and calls us to be His hands of kindness in a world grown cold. May this poem be both a lament and a lifting up. Hide yourself in Him, the Shield and Hiding Place.

With prayer and hope,

The Poet

These verses affirm that God sees every hurt, hates all forms of cruelty, calls us to tenderness, and stands as our Shield and Hiding Place. Hide His Word in your heart, dear reader.

God Stores Every Tear

Psalm 56:8

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

God Hates Cruelty, Evil Words & Deeds

Proverbs 6:16-19

These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief, A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren.

Psalm 11:5

The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Ephesians 4:29, 31-32

Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying… Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice: And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.

Immorality Is Cruelty to Self

1 Corinthians 6:18

Flee fornication. Every sin that a man doeth is without the body; but he that committeth fornication sinneth against his own body.

1 Corinthians 6:19-20

What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own? For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body…

Swearing & Misuse of God’s Name

Exodus 20:7

Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain; for the LORD will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.

Hate Is Murder

1 John 3:15

Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer: and ye know that no murderer hath eternal life abiding in him.

Matthew 5:21-22

Ye have heard that it was said by them of old time, Thou shalt not kill… But I say unto you, That whosoever is angry with his brother without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment…

God as Shield and Hiding Place

Psalm 18:2

The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

Psalm 32:7

Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance.

Psalm 91:4

He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

Psalm 27:5

For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.

Protection in Days Like Noah & Sodom

Matthew 24:37-39

But as the days of Noe were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage… until the flood came, and took them all away.

Luke 17:28-30

Likewise also as it was in the days of Lot… Even thus shall it be in the day when the Son of man is revealed.

2 Timothy 3:12-13

Yea, and all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution. But evil men and seducers shall wax worse and worse, deceiving, and being deceived.

Psalm 37:39-40

But the salvation of the righteous is of the LORD: he is their strength in the time of trouble. And the LORD shall help them, and deliver them…

O Lord, who gathers every tear

And stores them in Your bottle clear,

You see the wounds no eye can trace—

The shattered hearts, the silent fears.

You hate all cruelty with holy fire,

Each cutting word, each lifted spear

That tears down souls and ruins names,

That steals promotion, hope, and fame.

Be ye tender, gentle as the dove,

Kind in spirit, rooted in Your love.

For immorality wounds the self alone,

Swearing pierces Heaven’s throne.

Hate is murder in the secret place,

Yet You, O God, are full of grace.

In Sodom’s streets and Noah’s days,

When evil swells and darkness plays—

Rise up, Your people, shield each other!

Protect the weak, defend the brother.

Let tender hands and truthful tongues

Heal what the cruel have left undone.

You are our Shield in battle’s roar,

Our Hiding Place forevermore.

Beneath Your wings we find release,

Your mercy covers cruelty’s increase.

When tears overflow and sorrows swell,

You count them all and know them well.

No broken reed You cast away—

You lift the crushed at break of day.

Oh Lord, in this age of rising night,

Be our fortress, our guiding light.

Guard Your own with jealous care,

Till cruelty flees and love fills the air.

We hide in You, our Rock, our Stay,

Until the cruel storm has passed away.

Amen.

Just as if I Never Sinned by Debbie Harris

08 Wednesday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the Poet —

If these lines find you weary, burdened, or simply longing, know this: the gospel I have tried to capture here is not mere poetry — it is living truth. When the Holy Spirit unveils the glory of full forgiveness and Christ’s imputed righteousness, the heart cannot stay silent. I wrote this in awe, with tears, that you too might taste the same wonder: every sin — past, present, and future — nailed to His cross, and in their place, His perfect record counted as yours.

May these words lift your eyes to Jesus, stir holy tears, and kindle fresh worship. He is worthy.

With reverence and joy,

The Poet

• Colossians 2:13-14 — “And you, being dead in your sins and the uncircumcision of your flesh, hath he quickened together with him, having forgiven you all trespasses; Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross.”

• Hebrews 10:14, 17 — “For by one offering he hath perfected for ever them that are sanctified… And their sins and iniquities will I remember no more.”

• Isaiah 43:25 — “I, even I, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins.”

• Micah 7:19 — “He will turn again, he will have compassion upon us; he will subdue our iniquities; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea.”

Imputed Righteousness of Christ

• 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 4:5-6 — “But to him that worketh not, but believeth on him that justifieth the ungodly, his faith is counted for righteousness. Even as David also describeth the blessedness of the man, unto whom God imputeth righteousness without works.”

• Romans 5:19 — “For as by one man’s disobedience many were made sinners, so by the obedience of one shall many be made righteous.”

• 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.”

Just as if I Never Sinned (No Condemnation)

• Romans 8:1 — “There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus.”

• Psalm 103:12 — “As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.”

Surpassing Worth of This Grace

• Philippians 3:7-8 — “But what things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ. 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.”

• Matthew 13:45-46 — “Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls: Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it.

When blinding light at last breaks through

And every sin—past, present, new—

Lies cancelled in the crimson flood,

Submerged forever in His blood,

Then bursts the soul in speechless awe:

All guilt erased by sovereign law!

Imputed righteousness divine—

Not earned, but counted wholly mine!

The spotless record of the Son

Becomes my own, and I am one

With Him who bore my curse and shame,

Now robed in glory as His name.

Just as if I never sinned,

I stand accepted, reconciled within.

O doctrinal diamond, pure and bright,

More radiant than the noonday light,

Outvaluing the gathered gold

Of empires old and worlds untold—

This single gem of grace supreme

Outweighs the universe’s dream.

My eyes dissolve in holy tears;

My knees sink low, my spirit hears

The whisper of redeeming love

That lifts the guilty far above

All thrones and powers, all earthly boast,

To rest in Christ, in Him engrossed.

I weep, I worship, I adore

The Lamb once slain, now evermore

Enthroned in majesty and grace,

Whose every breath bids mercy blaze.

What tongue can tell, what heart conceive

The riches I in Him receive?

Take all the world—its fleeting store—

I count it loss forevermore.

For this: to know my sins are gone,

And Christ’s own beauty called my own—

This is the pearl of greatest price,

The fountain of eternal life.

Jesus, my Lord, my All in All,

Upon Thy name I gladly fall;

And till I see Thee face to face,

Let every breath proclaim Thy grace:

“Worthy the Lamb who took my place!”

Amen and Amen.

Wisdom’s Holy Fire: Seekers Who Follow by Debbie Harris

06 Monday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

If these lines have stirred even a single spark within your spirit, then my prayer as the poet has been answered.

This poem was born from a deep longing I share with you: to move beyond comfortable Christianity into the passionate, obedient life that truly honors our Lord. The Bible does not call us to be casual admirers of truth, but active followers who embody it. James 1:22 pierces like a refining fire—“Be doers of the word, and not hearers only”—and Proverbs reminds us that the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.

So I wrote this as both invitation and intercession: that we would become wisdom seekers who hunger for God’s Word, and wisdom followers who live it out with surrendered hands and feet. Not for our own glory, but so that Christ is magnified in every ordinary moment— in our homes, workplaces, relationships, and secret places of prayer.

May you read these words not as mere poetry, but as a gentle challenge and encouragement. Let them push you to open your Bible afresh, kneel in honest prayer, and step out in obedient faith today. The same Holy Spirit who inspired the Scriptures is ready to empower you to live them.

You are not alone on this journey. We are fellow pilgrims, running together toward the Prize. Keep seeking. Keep following. Jesus is worthy of nothing less than our whole hearts.

With prayers and sisterly affection,

The Poet

(One who is still learning to be a doer alongside you)

James 1:22 But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.

James 1:23 For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass:

James 1:24 For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.

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

Wisdom Seeking & the Fear of the Lord

Proverbs 9:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.

Proverbs 2:6 For the LORD giveth wisdom: out of his mouth cometh knowledge and understanding.

James 1:5 If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.

Proverbs 4:7 Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.

Following Christ with Passion & Obedience

Luke 6:46 And why call ye me, Lord, Lord, and do not the things which I say?

John 14:15 If ye love me, keep my commandments.

Romans 12:11 Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord.

Colossians 1:27 To whom God would make known what is the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles; which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.

Philippians 3:14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

Living Faith Through Action

James 2:17 Even so faith, if it hath not works, is dead, being alone.

Matthew 7:21 Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.

Titus 2:14 Who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity, and purify unto himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works.

Galatians 5:6 For in Jesus Christ neither circumcision availeth any thing, nor uncircumcision; but faith which worketh by love.

Practical Obedience & Holiness

James 1:27 Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world.

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

Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.

In the hush where heaven whispers and the ancient Scriptures flame,

Wisdom calls with holy urgency, igniting hearts aflame.

Not for minds that merely ponder, storing knowledge like cold stone,

But for souls who rise to follow— living out what they have known.

Wisdom seekers bow in wonder, thirsting for the fear of God,

Delving deep into the treasure where the living waters flow.

They pursue the mind of Christ with unrelenting, humble fire,

Asking, seeking, knocking boldly— drawn by pure and fierce desire.

Yet the seeker stops at hearing, lulled by sermons soft and sweet,

Deceived like one who sees his face, then turns away incomplete.

The mirror of the perfect law reveals the truth we must embrace:

Be doers of the Word, beloved— run the narrow path of grace.

Wisdom followers awaken, hands and feet now swift to obey,

Clothed in Christ’s own meek compassion, walking where He leads the way.

They visit widows in distress, defend the orphan’s pleading cry,

Keep unstained from worldly mire, and bridle tongues that would defy.

They forgive as they’ve been pardoned, love the least as image-bearers,

Serve in secret, shine in public— living altars, holy prayers.

In the marketplace and mission, in the quiet midnight hour,

Faith ignites to holy action, manifesting heaven’s power.

O Lord, refine us as pure gold— seekers fervent, followers true,

Passionate disciples burning with a zeal born fresh in You.

Not in fleeting words or feelings, not in form without the fire,

But in deeds that echo Eden, lifting souls from sin’s dark pyre.

Make us vessels overflowing, poems etched by nail-scarred hands,

Wisdom seekers and true followers across these troubled lands.

From the cradle to the crossing, till we see Your face unveiled,

Let our lives declare Your glory— doers steadfast, never failed.

Therefore wisdom seeks the surrendered, those who hear and then arise,

Following the Lamb with courage, pressing on toward the Prize.

Christ in us, the hope of glory— fervent, faithful, bold, and free—

Passionate followers forever, for eternity’s decree.

In the Ruins of Entertainment Christianity, the Remnant Rises for the Real Fire of God by Debbie Harris

04 Saturday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note: Dear Reader,

This poem was not written for applause or entertainment. It was born in the quiet ache of a heart tired of bright lights and shallow altars. I have watched too many beautiful services end with empty hearts, and too many gifted voices leave the altar unchanged. The Holy Spirit is stirring something deeper in this hour — a holy dissatisfaction with entertainment Christianity and a burning hunger for the real thing: biblical Christianity, marked by the weight of God’s presence, costly obedience, and fire that does not fade when the music stops. If these words stir you, do not merely admire them. Let them search you. The remnant is not a club for the “super spiritual.” It is a company of ordinary believers who have simply decided they can no longer live on sparks when they were created for the consuming fire. The question is no longer “Will God move?”
The question is now, “Will you rise?”

With trembling hands and a burning heart,
The Poet

In silence where the fireworks die,
a remnant rises, clear of eye.
No longer swayed by flashing gold,
by crowds that cheer, then leave hearts cold.

They’ve seen the sparks that blind and fade,
the empty altars where prayers are laid.
No more the smoke, the lights, the show—
We want biblical Christianity, not popular Christianity.

Not hype that swells and quickly dies,
but hunger that will sacrifice.
Not polished stages, bright and loud,
but altars built where knees are bowed.

From fleeting visits, swift and thin,
to habitation deep within—
we trade the thrill for consecration,
the crowd’s applause for God’s own habitation.

“O God, my God,” the psalmist cried,
with thirst no earthly stream supplied.
Not Sunday touch or passing flame—
but You, Lord, dwelling in our veins.

No more consumers chasing signs,
but disciples forged in holy fire.
They wait, they weep, they tarry long,
till heaven falls where they belong.

Let music cease and curtains close—
the remnant lingers, no one goes.
One Name alone will they recall:
Jesus—before, behind, through all.

This is the hour, the line is drawn.
The fire of God or fading dawn.
We want the Book, not hollow brand,
the narrow road, the blood-stained hand.

Church, arise from comfort’s grave!
The holy fire is here to claim. The remnant rises.

Choose this day whom you will serve.

“Blessed Is the Nation Whose God Is the Lord”: Celebrating God’s Grace Upon America by Debbie Harris

03 Friday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem flows from a heart full of joy and thanksgiving to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. With deep love and admiration, I celebrate America — the greatest nation on earth, a shining beacon of liberty and faith. From the courageous pilgrims who first planted the Cross on these shores to the brave founders who built this land upon God’s eternal Word, America stands as a testament to divine blessing and grace. May these verses fill you with pride, stir your spirit to worship, and inspire you to praise the Lord who has so richly favored this beloved land.

With joyful celebration for Jesus and for America,
The Poet

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
America, the land of boundless grace,
Where pilgrims knelt upon this sacred shore
And raised the Cross in this new-world place.
From Plymouth Rock to stars and stripes unfurled,
Your founders pledged their lives to Christ alone;
In God We Trust still echoes through the world—
The greatest nation freedom calls her home.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
Whose Declaration bears His holy flame,
Whose Constitution rests upon His Word,
Whose Liberty rings out in Jesus’ name.
Through battlefields and valleys deep with pain,
Your people turned to Heaven’s healing hand;
The blood-stained banner waved through wind and rain—
Redeemed by grace, you rose to bless the land.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
O shining city on a hill so bright,
Where eagles soar and Gospel truth is poured
From sea to shining sea in holy light.
Your mountains sing, your prairies lift His praise,
Your cities pulse with mercy’s endless flow;
Though storms may come, your heart still seeks His face—
America, the land where blessings grow.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
Whose sons and daughters kneel before the throne,
Who crown the Savior King forevermore
And make His righteousness their cornerstone.
Let every heart cry out with grateful song,
Let every voice exalt the risen Lamb;
America, to Christ you still belong—
The best of all the nations of the earth.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.

Victorious Conscience: No Longer Glass Reflecting Failures — The Triumph of the Cross and Blood by Debbie Harris

02 Thursday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

This poem arises from a single, astonishing truth that echoes through the ninth and tenth chapters of Hebrews: the blood of Jesus does not merely cancel a debt in the heavenly ledger; it reaches deeper, into the hidden chamber of the human conscience, and there it cleanses what no animal sacrifice, no repeated vow, and no amount of religious effort ever could. The old covenant left worshippers forgiven yet burdened, their sins covered but their inner sense of guilt perpetually reawakened. Christ’s once-for-all offering does what religion could only imitate — it removes the sin and quiets the accuser within. In a world that still rehearses yesterday’s failures and whispers that we are not yet worthy, this poem is an invitation to let revelation do what striving never can. May these lines help you lay down the chains you were never meant to carry and walk boldly into the presence of the Father, not as a guilty servant, but as a beloved child whose conscience has been sprinkled clean. The work is finished. The blood still speaks. All things are new.

With humility and love,

From the poet.

Beneath the ceaseless smoke of lesser fires,
where goat and bull bled out their rote desire,
the heart kept count. Each knife a metronome
ticking the debt that never reached its sum.
The temple’s shadow lengthened on the stone;
forgiveness came in fractions, never whole.

Then, once, the veil no mortal hand had torn
was split by vein and thorn and holy scorn.
Not cover — excision. Blood that spoke
through marrow, memory, the mind’s own yoke.
It stormed the court where accusation reigned
and silenced every verdict it contained.

No more the dragging of the slain behind,
old selves rehearsed like iron chains of pain.
The enemy returns with borrowed breath,
but finds the tomb already void of death.
What Heaven has erased, no hell can stain,
no watermark of guilt can reinstate.

O mind, unlearn the liturgy of guilt.
Let revelation break the buried fault.
Fix on the One whose ending undid all —
the cross that swallowed every lesser fall.
Sprung clean, the conscience turns — no longer glass
reflecting failures, but a living lens
through which we draw near to the Father’s face,
with boldness, sprinkled clean, and full of rest.

Here is the peace that passes understanding:
not earned, but entered, like a room long standing
open since the sixth hour on that hill.
Walk through. The blood still sings: all things are new.

Praise Anthem on Psalm 33:2 by Debbie Harris

02 Thursday Jul 2026

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Psalm 33:2 (KJV)

Praise the LORD with harp: sing unto him with the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings.

Dear Reader,

These words were written as an invitation—to lift your heart, your voice, and every instrument you have, not out of duty, but because of who God is. His truth, His unfailing love, His power to create and to rescue—these are the reasons our joy refuses to stay silent. May this anthem stir you to worship with abandon.

Praise the Lord with harp and soaring strings—

let joyful thunder burst from every chord!

Awake the psaltery; its ten bright rings

explode in triumph, singing to the Lord.

We sing because His word is true and right,

because His every promise stands secure.

He spoke the galaxies to blazing light,

and breathed this living, breathing world secure.

We sing because His steadfast love runs deep,

unfailing through the rising tide of years.

When fear would steal our joy or sorrow creep,

His mercy meets us, dries our hidden tears.

We sing because He watches over all—

the nations in His hands, the hearts that trust.

He rescues, shields, and lifts us when we fall,

and turns our mourning into shouts of dust-to-glory trust.

So strike every note with passion, bold and free—

let music leap and dance across the air.

No silent heart can hold this blazing sea

of gladness surging upward like a prayer.

Let brass and woodwind, drum and ringing bell

join in the glad explosion of His fame.

The rivers clap, the mountains laugh and swell,

creation joins the chorus of His name.

From quiet rooms to stadiums of praise,

lift every voice until the heavens roar.

The King of glory meets us all our days—

His endless love forever burns the more!

To God alone belongs this mighty song—

the reason for our joy, forever strong.

Be Still and Know That God Is on the Throne by Debbie Harris

01 Wednesday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

In the latter days, when the foundations of the earth are shaken and the kingdoms of men reel to and fro like a drunkard (Isaiah 24:20), when the dragon grows wroth and the night seems long, I set forth this song of ascents. It is a meditation upon the eternal decree of the Most High, who “sitteth upon the circle of the earth” and “bringeth the princes to nothing” (Isaiah 40:22–23). Take heed, weary pilgrim: the Lord of Hosts has not abdicated His throne. The Lamb that was slain is the Lion who has prevailed. Though principalities and powers rage, though death and hell lift up their voice, yet “the Lord reigneth; let the earth rejoice” (Psalm 97:1). Be still, therefore, and know that I AM is God (Psalm 46:10). He who commanded light out of darkness, who stilled the waves with a word, who burst the bars of the grave — He abideth faithful upon the throne of glory, high and lifted up. His mercy endureth forever, and His kingdom shall have no end. May these lines be as a lamp unto thy feet in the valley of the shadow, and a banner of triumph lifted high against the gathering gloom. Unto Him who is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy — to the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen.

The Poet

Be still, O soul, when darkness veils the land,
When tempests roar, and mountains bow in fear,
When tyrants boast, and hell’s black legions stand,
And every mortal hope dissolves in tears.
The cosmos trembles, yet one truth is known—
Be still, and know: God sits upon the throne.

Supreme in light no mortal eye can bear,
Where seraphim in ceaseless worship fall,
He reigns unchallenged, sovereign everywhere,
The Ancient One who fashioned earth and all.
No storm, no sword, no shadow of the night
Can dim the splendor of His holy light.

Though empires sink like stones in raging seas,
Though war and plague consume the works of men,
Though grief may crush and sorrow’s tempest seize
The broken heart again and yet again—
Still from His throne the King of Glory sings,
And bends all chaos to His purposes.

Be still, my heart, when death draws near thy door,
When loved ones sleep beneath the cold, dark sod.
Lift up thine eyes! The risen Lord before
Has shattered graves and triumphed over blood.
The Lion roars; the darkness flees His face—
The throne stands firm, unmovable by grace.

Triumphant! Let the dragon rage and roar,
Let hell unleash its final, furious tide—
The Lamb once slain has conquered evermore;
His victory echoes far and wide.
All knees shall bow, all tongues at last proclaim:
The Lord is on the throne, forever reigning!

Two Gifts, One Lord: Honoring Marriage and Singleness in the Family of God by Debbie Harris

01 Wednesday Jul 2026

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Dear Reader,

This poem was written from a place of deep gratitude. I celebrate the beauty of marriage — the shared laughter, the steady companionship, the sacred picture it gives us of Christ and His Church. At the same time, I have come to treasure the unique gifts of singleness. Had I been married, I know I would not have been able to write as much poetry, to pursue the creative work God placed on my heart with the same freedom and focus. Both marriage and singleness are good gifts from the same generous Father. Neither is lesser. Both can be lived fully for His glory. My hope is that these words will honor those walking each path, and help the Church embrace every person — married or single — as fully belonging, fully valued, and fully called. May we learn to celebrate both gifts at the same Table.

With hope and gratitude, as I pursue a holy and Christ-centered life,
The Poet

I Corinthians 7:7 – Each person has their own gift from God; one has this gift, another has that.

1 Corinthians 7:32-35 – I would like you to be free from concern… An unmarried man is concerned about the Lord’s affairs… I am saying this for your own good… that you may live in a right way in undivided devotion to the Lord.

1 Corinthians 7:8 – Now to the unmarried and the widows I say: It is good for them to stay unmarried, as I do.

Matthew 19:11-12 – Not everyone can accept this word, but only those to whom it has been given… The one who can accept this should accept it.

Before the first dawn broke, God looked at man
and whispered, “It is not good to be alone.”
From dust He drew a second heart, a second hand—
marriage, fierce and tender, flesh and bone.
Two lives entwined, two souls becoming one,
a hearth where laughter rises, sorrow bends,
where children bloom like stars against the sun,
and love turns ordinary days to dividends.
Here joy is doubled, strength is multiplied—
a living picture of the Lamb who claims His bride.

Yet through the night another voice rang true,
clear as chains and Roman dark:
“I wish that all were single, free like you,
as I have lived beneath the Spirit’s spark.”
No cradle calling, no dividing care,
no midnight fears for those the years might claim—
the single heart can chase the dawn from there,
undivided, burning with His name.
An arrow loosed, unburdened, swift, and bright,
where married feet grow weary in the fight.

Two gifts, not rivals—each a sacred art,
bestowed by hands that know the human soul.
One plants the garden, tends the fragile heart;
the other climbs the mountain, makes it whole.
Neither is lesser. Neither stands alone.
Both carry whispers of the coming King—
one in the cradle’s cry, the other’s quiet throne
of prayer where heaven’s hidden whispers sing.

O Church, my family, why do you raise a wall
that crowns the married first and leaves the rest
in shadowed pews, feeling half as tall,
whispered as “in waiting” or “not blessed”?
You wound the very ones your Savior healed.
You forget the Lord Himself walked untied,
that Paul rejoiced in chains and never kneeled
before the silent idol of a bride.
Come, gather at the Table, side by side—
married, widowed, single—none denied.

For seasons turn, and gifts are not for keeping.
Some hold them lightly, pass them when they must.
Others carry them until the trumpet’s calling
brings every pilgrim home in cloud and dust.
Then marriage fades where resurrection starts,
and singleness will meet its perfect Bride—
no longer two paths, but one burning heart
where Christ alone is Lover, Groom, and Guide.

So honor both. Let neither steal the crown.
In every season, let His mercy drown
our petty thrones, our pride, our needless pain.
Two gifts. One Lord. In Him all shall be well.

The Christian’s Robe of Righteousness – True Royalty Clothed by the King of Kings by Debbie Harris

01 Wednesday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

This poem was born from a deep wonder at the glorious exchange the Gospel offers. While earthly orders such as the noble Order of the Thistle display dignity, beauty, and honourable tradition worthy of respect, they remain but shadows compared to the heavenly reality given to every believer in Christ. I wanted to celebrate how our Father, who owns all the jewels of creation, clothes His children in robes of righteousness that are infinitely more splendid than the richest ceremonial garments on earth. At the same time, I desired to honour the biblical call to live as true royalty — a royal priesthood — while walking in humble submission to the authorities God has placed over us. My prayer is that these verses will lift your eyes beyond earthly honours to the breathtaking generosity of our Saviour. May you wear the robe of Christ’s righteousness with both boldness and humility, knowing you are already clothed in the very glory of heaven.

With joy in our shared inheritance,
The Poet

In ancient halls where noble monarchs tread,
The Order of the Thistle nobly bears
Its mantle rich with gold and ermine thread,
Embroidered thistles, jewels, and stately airs—
A worthy honour, earned through loyal years.
Yet brighter still the robe the ransomed wear,
The garment heaven tailors with such care.

No loom of princes, no imperial dye,
No crown of emperors in ancient state,
Can match the splendour woven from on high—
The spotless robe of Christ’s own righteousness,
Imputed, sealed by sovereign grace and blood.
No mortal hand could ever form or trace
Such purity, such dignity, such grace.

Behold the robes our Father freely gives!
Not spun on earth, but forged in realms of light,
In gold refined where purest glory lives,
With gems untold that crown the world’s delight.
For every diamond, ruby, sapphire bright,
Each pearl that rests beneath the ocean’s keep—
Our Father owns them all. He bids them leap

To adorn His children with celestial fire.
The opals dance, the emeralds burn and sing;
The treasures of creation’s vast desire
Are His by right, the great Creator-King.
He scatters stars like dust beneath His wing,
Yet clothes the humble in such radiant dress
That earthly honours bow in awed caress.

These robes surpass in glory and in grace
The finest garments noble orders wear;
Our garments flow in everlasting day,
Each thread a ray from heaven’s fountain fair.
No jeweller could ever thread such light—
Where sapphires pulse like holy, living blood,
And rubies blaze with deathless, sacred flood.

Yet here on earth we walk as true nobility,
A royal priesthood, chosen from above,
Heirs of a Kingdom vast beyond all royalty,
Anointed sons and daughters of the Dove.
Christians are the true royalty on earth—
Though thrones may rise and earthly powers stand,
We honour those whom God has set in birth
And place, submitting to His wise command.

We bow to kings and governors by law,
Obey the sword that bears the Lord’s decree,
For every just authority we saw
Is ordered by the King of kings we see.
No rebel spirit mars our royal tread;
With humble strength we render what is due,
Yet lift our eyes where crowns of glory head,
For greater is the Throne that claims us too.

A million times more glorious is the dress
That Christ bestows upon the trusting soul,
More radiant than the Thistle’s noble crest,
More lasting than all honours earth extols.
When saints in glory cast their crowns before
The sapphire throne, they’ll praise the Lamb alone,
Clothed in the righteousness He freely wore—
The greatest treasure heaven’s grace has shown.

O Christian, wear this garment without pride,
Yet walk with holy boldness in its light;
Let every earthly robe of honour bide
Its place, for heaven’s wardrobe makes the sight
Of mortal pomp grow pale beside its height.
In Christ alone our righteousness is found—
More fair than crowns, more rich than all renown.

Thus robed, we journey through the vale unafraid,
Till faith is sight and shadows flee away;
Then shall we see the robe the Saviour made,
And swell the triumph song in endless day:
“To Him who loved us, washed us in His blood—
All glory, honour, power, and praise to God!”

The Thistle stands with honour in its sphere;
Yet heaven’s garment reigns forever here.