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

15 Sunday Feb 2026

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

15 Sunday Feb 2026

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Romans 8.1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

15 Sunday Feb 2026

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turn.
Answer.
Step through.

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

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Classical/Rhymed:In the Sin-Sick World, Write On: Christ-Centered Poets Bearing Jeweled Verses of Diamonds, Rubies, Emeralds, Malachite, Rhodochrosite—Treasured by Father,Son, and Holy Spirit by Debbie Harris

14 Saturday Feb 2026

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

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The poem “In the Sin-Sick World, Write On: Christ-Centered Poets Bearing Jeweled Verses of Diamonds, Rubies, Emeralds, Malachite, Rhodochrosite—Treasured by Father, Son, and Holy Spirit” is a concise yet uplifting devotional work in classical rhymed form.

In five quatrain stanzas (plus a resolving couplet), it uses ABAB rhyme and iambic tetrameter/pentameter to create a hymn-like rhythm.

It begins by posing the central question: In a broken, “sin-sick world” full of darkness and weariness, is there still space for Christ-centered poets and their sacred verses?

The answer is a resounding yes. The poet’s heart overflows with symbolic “gems” mined from Scripture—diamonds of purity and clarity, rubies of passionate fire, emeralds of piercing hope, malachite of steadfast endurance through storms, and rhodochrosite of tender, rose-like mercy. These represent every kind of poetry drawn from “God’s magnificent words,” treasured eternally.

Even if earthly doors close or the world rejects such work, the true audience is the Blessed Trinity—Father (who spoke light into being), Son (the living Word incarnate), and Spirit (who breathes life into the lifeless). Heaven’s courts weigh and delight in every line offered upward.

In this sin-sick world, where darkness reigns,
And weary hearts grow faint beneath the load,
Is there still room for poets’ sacred strains—
Christ-centered voices on the narrow road?

Hearts brimming full with diamonds pure and bright,
With rubies fierce in passion’s holy flame,
Emeralds of hope that pierce the endless night,
Malachite steadfast through the tempests’ claim,
Rhodochrosite, rose-tender mercy’s grace—
Gems of poetry in every hue and kind,
Drawn from the treasury of God’s own face,
His magnificent words, forever enshrined.

Yes, there is still a place! The page lies wide,
Journals unfold like empty tombs at dawn,
The hungry seek the light you hold inside,
And weary souls find breath when hope is drawn.

Yet even if the world should turn away,
And doors be barred against the songs we sing,
My audience endures through night and day—
Our blessed Trinity, eternal King:
The Father who first spoke the light to be,
The Son, the living Word in flesh arrayed,
The Spirit breathing life where none could see—
In heaven’s courts, your every line is weighed.

So poets of the Holy Bible, stand!
Arise and write, let verses freely flow.
Each jewel offered upward by your hand
Shines undimmed in the courts where glories grow.

The darkness cannot quench this radiant fire;
Hope gleams eternal, polished, set in light.
Your words are treasured, lifted ever higher—
Write on, dear poet, in His pure delight!

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Arise and Rejoice: The Words I Speak Unto You, They Are Spirit and Life—Our Supreme Treasure, Heavenly Wealth, Unfailing Wisdom, and More Than Conquerors Victory Forever by Debbie Harris

14 Saturday Feb 2026

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

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Arise, ye saints, and shout the victory cry!
The Holy Bible, blazing like the sun,
Outshines all gold, all crowns that mortals buy,
Our boundless treasure when the world is done.
No vault can hold what floods from every page—
Eternal riches, wisdom none can steal;
In Christ all treasures shine from age to age,
Our sword, our shield, our joy that wounds can heal.

The words I speak unto you, they are spirit and life—
Not empty breath, but thunder clothed in grace!
They shatter chains, they end the reign of strife,
And raise the fallen to a kingly place.
Rejoice! This Book our wealth, our wisdom, our might:
We conquer death—we live in endless light!

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Chaos Roars, Kingdoms Fade Away: Yet Our Beauty-Filled Triune God Forever Reigns Supreme by Debbie Harris

19 Monday Jan 2026

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When tempests rage and kingdoms fall,
And shadows cloak the trembling earth,
Our Triune God, enthroned o’er all,
Reigns radiant in eternal worth.

The Father speaks, His voice the same,
Through chaos vast and ages long;
The Son, once slain, now bears the name
Above all names, in endless song.

The Spirit breathes where darkness dwells,
A river of pure, living light;
In broken hearts His glory swells,
Dispelling fear with holy might.

No throne of man can stand the test,
No empire lasts beyond its day;
Yet Beauty crowned in love confessed
Shall never fade, nor pass away.

O fix your gaze on heaven’s seat,
Where Three in One forever shine;
Though worlds dissolve beneath our feet,
His sovereign grace is ever thine.

So sing through storm, through night, through fire—
The Triune God is on the throne;
His beauty fills the vast desire
Of every soul He calls His own.

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Thoughts Worth Dwelling On: The Blessed Hope of the Rapture and the Glorious Government of Our Lord Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

18 Sunday Jan 2026

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

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6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
9 Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.

Phillipians 4:6-9 KJV

O set your heart on things above,
Where Christ shall soon descend in love;
The trumpet sound, the archangel’s cry—
True promise lifts our gaze on high.

What is more true than His sure word?
The dead in Christ shall rise first, assured;
Caught up together in clouds we soar,
To meet the Lord forevermore.

What is more honorable, more just,
Than the King returning in power and trust?
No longer meek upon a lowly ass,
But crowned in glory, the First and Last.

What is more pure than spotless grace,
That calls His bride to yonder place?
Washed white as snow, without a stain,
In robes of righteousness we reign.

How lovely is that day of light,
When shadows flee before His sight!
The earth restored, the curse undone,
Peace flowing like a river’s run.

What good report shall echo wide?
The government on His shoulder abides—
Justice and mercy in perfect blend,
A thousand years of joy without end.

No tyrant sways, no wicked thrives,
For righteousness forever lives;
The wolf with lamb in harmony lies,
The knowledge of the Lord fills earth and skies.

If there be any virtue, any praise,
Then fix your thoughts these coming days:
The rapture’s hope, the throne of gold,
Where Christ is King, and love untold.

Let not the storms of earth prevail,
Nor fleeting fears your peace assail;
But dwell upon this glorious theme—
Our soon-coming Savior, our reigning King supreme.

Maranatha! Come, Lord Jesus, come!
In this sweet meditation, find your home.

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From Lukewarm Bath to Roaring Fire: Refusing the Slow Death of Cultural Compromise by Debbie Harris

10 Wednesday Dec 2025

Posted by Debbie Harris in Bible Centered Poetry, Christ-centered poetry, Christian Poetry, Exalting Jesus Christ, Holy Bible, Spiritual Warfare

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The poem is a prophetic lament and rallying cry against the slow, deadly compromise that has overtaken much of the church in the face of secular culture.

It opens with the classic “frog in the kettle” image: Christians have grown so accustomed to gradual moral and theological erosion (soft language, fear of offense, accommodation to abortion, sexual revolution, and gender ideology) that they no longer notice they are being spiritually cooked to death. Instead of wielding the sharp sword of God’s Word, the church has muffled it with cushions, whispers, and qualifiers, rendering itself powerless and silent while evil advances.

Yet the tone sharply turns. The Lion of Judah is not tame or polite; He still roars, and His Word remains a hammer, not a sentimental relic. The blood of the martyrs calls not for retreat but for fresh courage.

The poem then becomes a direct summons:
Rise from the lukewarm bath, shake off the stupor, and reclaim biblical boldness. True love and true truth are inseparable; one without the other is either cowardice or cruelty. The church must again speak with fire about sin, righteousness, judgment, and the cross, refusing to lower the sails of conviction no matter how fiercely the cultural winds howl.

It closes with an unapologetic confession of Christ’s absolute lordship over every sphere of life (womb, marriage bed, gender, throne, chromosome, and heartbeat), and a defiant affirmation that though the world may curse and cancel, the Word of God stands forever.

In short: the poem mourns the church’s church’s slow suicide by compromise, remembers the untamed power of the gospel, and calls every believer to leap from the kettle into the roaring fire of faithful, costly, joyful obedience.

The frog in the kettle never felt the flame,
slow heat, soft words, the gentle hiss of shame.
“Tone it down,” they smiled, “don’t rock the narrowing boat,”
so the church learned to whisper what once shook Jericho’s throat.

We traded the sword of the Spirit for a cushion and sigh,
wrapped truth in wet blankets till the fire dared not fly.
Abortion was “complex,” marriage “evolving,” grace grew cheap,
while babies went silent and children were taught to leap
into rainbow-colored graves dug by judges in black,
and we nodded politely—God, forgive us our lack.

But the Lion of Judah is not house-trained or tame;
He roars through the ages and still calls sin by name.
The blood of the martyrs is seed, not museum dust;
the Word is a hammer, not a sentimental crust.

So rise, you watchmen, from the lukewarm bath,
shake off the stupor of culture’s slow wrath.
Let the sharp two-edged blade flash white in the sun;
love without truth is no love—truth without love is no gun.

We will speak of the holy with fire, not frost,
of the wrath and the mercy that met at the cross.
We will call every prodigal home through the dark,
and refuse to strike sail when the culture cries “Hark!”

For the gates of hell will not prevail, though they howl and they rave;
Christ has died, Christ is risen, Christ will bury the grave.
So plant both feet on the rock that the builders disowned,
and thunder again what the Spirit once moaned:

Jesus is Lord—
over womb, bed, and throne,
over chromosome, heartbeat, and marrow and bone.
And the world may curse, cancel, or cancel again,
but the Word stands forever.
Amen and amen.

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Defenders of the Holy Faith, Clad in Celestial Resolve: A Grand Ode Based on Jude 3 by Debbie Harris

25 Saturday Oct 2025

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

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Summary of “Defenders of the Holy Faith, Clad in Celestial Resolve: A Grand Ode Based on Jude 3”

The poem, inspired by Jude 3, is a call to steadfastly defend the Christian faith as urged in the biblical text. It portrays believers as zealous guardians tasked with protecting the sacred truth of the gospel, which was entrusted to the saints. Despite challenges from falsehoods and skeptics, the poem emphasizes unwavering commitment to upholding the eternal light of Christ’s truth. It concludes with a rallying cry to proclaim and defend the faith with love and strength until Christ’s return, evoking themes of spiritual resilience, devotion, and divine hope.

Inspired by Jude 3

Beloved, rise with fervent zeal,
To guard the faith, the truth we feel.
Jude calls us, steadfast, to contend,
For sacred trust that knows no end.

Once delivered to the saints of old,
A treasure pure, more precious than gold.
With hearts ablaze, we stand our ground,
In Christ’s own truth, forever found.

Though shadows creep with subtle lies,
And doubters scorn beneath the skies,
We’ll hold the Word, unyielding, sure,
Its light eternal shall endure.

Contend, O soul, with love and might,
Proclaim the gospel’s holy light.
For faith entrusted, we’ll defend,
Till Christ returns, our hope, our end.

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God’s Perfect Breath: The Eternal Scripture That Saves from Sin and Hell by Debbie Harris

18 Saturday Oct 2025

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

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Summary of the Poem: “God’s Perfect Breath: The Eternal Scripture That Saves from Sin and Hell”

The poem, inspired by Romans 15:4, Hebrews 4:12, and Psalm 119:89, 105, 130, 160 (KJV), celebrates the divine power, inerrancy, and perfection of Scripture as God’s living Word. It opens with Romans 15:4’s emphasis on Scripture’s role in providing learning, comfort, and hope, portraying it as a beacon that sustains faith. Psalm 119’s imagery—God’s Word as an eternal, settled truth, a lamp, and a light of understanding—underscores its flawless, guiding nature. Described as God’s very breath, the Scriptures are inerrant, radiant, and eternal, offering a perfect map to salvation. Hebrews 4:12’s depiction of the Word as a two-edged sword highlights its ability to pierce sin, expose Satan’s deceit, and shatter the chains of guilt, protecting souls from hell. The poem traces the biblical narrative from Eden to Calvary, where Christ’s sacrifice offers the ultimate gift of salvation, universally available (“for all to claim”). Through vivid imagery, it presents Scripture as a living, transformative force—a shield against evil, a fire to warm hearts, and a star guiding humanity to eternal life. The poem, spanning 56 lines across eight stanzas, concludes with a call to embrace this flawless Word, which redeems all from sin and Satan’s lies, lifting them to divine hope and light.

Romans 15:4 (KJV):

For whatsoever things were written aforetime were written for our learning, that we through patience and comfort of the scriptures might have hope.


Hebrews 4:12 (KJV): For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.

Psalm 119:89 KJV: For ever, O Lord, thy word is settled in heaven.


Psalm 119:105 KJV: Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.


Psalm 119:130 KJV: The entrance of thy words giveth light; it giveth understanding unto the simple.


Psalm 119:160 KJV: Thy word is true from the beginning: and every one of thy righteous judgments endureth for ever.

Romans 15:4 KJV: “For whatsoever things were written aforetime were written for our learning, that we through patience and comfort of the scriptures might have hope.”
Hebrews 4:12 KJV: “For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.”
Psalm 119:89 KJV: “For ever, O Lord, thy word is settled in heaven.”
Psalm 119:105 KJV: “Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.”
Psalm 119:130 KJV: “The entrance of thy words giveth light; it giveth understanding unto the simple.”
Psalm 119:160 KJV: “Thy word is true from the beginning: and every one of thy righteous judgments endureth for ever.”

In Romans’ light, where hope takes flight,
Fifteen and four, a beacon bright.
The Scriptures, writ for learning’s gain,
Bestow through grace a hope sustained.
Through ancient words, the Spirit sings,
Of comfort born on sacred wings,
A Word divine, so pure, so sure,
Its truth eternal shall endure.

This Word, as Psalms proclaim with awe,
God’s settled truth, His holy law.
Forever fixed in Heaven’s frame,
Its inerrant voice shall never wane.
A lamp to guide through darkest night,
It shines as truth, as Heaven’s light,
From simple hearts to sages wise,
It opens truth to seeking eyes.

God’s breath it is, alive, divine,
Its perfect will through ages shine.
Inerrant, flawless, without stain,
Its every truth shall e’er remain.
No error dims its radiant glow,
No fault can shake the grace it shows.
From Heaven’s throne, it came to earth,
God’s holy Word, of boundless worth.

O living Word, so sharp, so keen,
As Hebrews sings in truth serene.
A two-edged sword, it cuts through lies,
Divides the soul, exposes guise.
It pierces deep where sin takes hold,
Reveals the heart, both young and old.
No secret hides from its pure light,
It shatters gloom with Heaven’s might.

Satan’s deceit, that cunning snare,
Dissolves beneath its holy glare.
The serpent’s lies, so sly, so fell,
Cannot withstand this truth that swells.
From Eden’s fall to hell’s dark gate,
The Word unmasks the devil’s hate.
It guards the soul from sin’s cruel chain,
And breaks the bonds of guilt and pain.

O glorious beauty, rich, profound,
In every verse, God’s voice is found.
Its pages gleam with mercy’s art,
A perfect map to heal the heart.
From Sinai’s stone to Calvary’s cross,
It counts all gain as worldly loss.
The story of a Savior’s blood,
That cleanses sin in love’s great flood.

This Word, unerring, stands supreme,
God’s perfect truth, salvation’s theme.
It speaks of Christ, the Lamb who died,
Who bore our shame, was crucified.
Through Him, the gift of grace is given,
To save from hell, to open Heaven.
No greater love could e’er be known,
Than Christ, who claims us as His own.

In every line, God’s breath resounds,
A living stream on holy grounds.
It quenches thirst, it calms the storm,
Restores the soul, makes whole, transforms.
No power of hell can stand its might,
No darkness dims its radiant light.
It calls the lost, it sets them free,
And writes their names for eternity.

From Genesis to Heaven’s shore,
The Word endures forevermore.
Its perfect truth, a guiding star,
Proclaims God’s love both near and far.
Through trials fierce, it stands unmoved,
Its inerrant voice by God approved.
A shield against the tempter’s art,
A fire to warm the coldest heart.

O saints, arise, this Word embrace,
Its flawless truth redeems the race.
From sin’s dark grip, from Satan’s lie,
It lifts them to the throne on high.
In Romans’ hope, in Hebrews’ might,
They find their strength, their peace, their light.
God’s perfect Word, His breath divine,
Salvation’s gift—for all to claim.

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