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In the Holy Word: Gold Beyond the Ground by Debbie Harris

26 Wednesday Aug 2026

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Psalm 19:9-10

The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.

More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

Psalm 119:72

The law of thy mouth is better unto me than thousands of gold and silver.

Psalm 119:127

Therefore I love thy commandments above gold; yea, above fine gold.

Proverbs 3:13-15

Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that getteth understanding.

For the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold.

She is more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her.

Proverbs 2:1-5

My son, if thou wilt receive my words, and hide my commandments with thee;

So that thou incline thine ear unto wisdom, and apply thine heart to understanding;

Yea, if thou criest after knowledge, and liftest up thy voice for understanding;

If thou seekest her as silver, and searchest for her as for hid treasures;

Then shalt thou understand the fear of the Lord, and find the knowledge of God.

Psalm 107:20

He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions.

Hebrews 4:12

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.

Romans 12:2

And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

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.

Dear Reader,

These few lines come from a heart that has found lasting treasure in the Word of God.

If these words stir something in you, I invite you to dig deeper—there is more gold waiting than we can ever fully uncover.

With love,

The Poet

In the Holy Word of God, true gold is found—

transformative, healing, rich beyond the ground.

Friend, dig here for treasures still untold.

**To God be the glory always and only.

A Humble Prayer for a Wise and Understanding Heart, That We May Be Truly Rich in the Sight of the Lord by Debbie Harris

25 Saturday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader, these humble lines were born of a simple prayer once uttered in quiet longing: that the Lord might grant us not the fleeting treasures of this world, but a wise and understanding heart—the only riches that endure. May they stir in thee the same desire that moved Solomon of old, and may the God of all wisdom answer them in thee as He did in him.

Give therefore thy servant an understanding heart… that I may discern between good and bad.

— 1 Kings 3:9 (KJV)

Lord, give us now a wise and understanding heart,

That we may know the good, and from the evil part.

For wisdom’s gentle light shall guide our every way,

And in that sacred gift true riches shall we stay.

Not gold that rusts, nor fame that fades with fleeting breath,

But discernment pure, that conquers fear and death.

A heart that seeks Thy truth, and finds in Thee its rest—

Then are we truly rich, by Heaven’s measure blest.

May We Look Upon All Sin as Our Enemy: A Call to Holy Vigilance by Debbie Harris

20 Monday Jul 2026

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A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In a world that so often softens, excuses, or even celebrates what Scripture calls sin, this poem is a quiet call to holy clarity. May we never make peace with what seeks to destroy us. Sin is not a harmless flaw or a cultural quirk—it is the ancient enemy of the soul. Yet we do not fight alone. Greater is He who has already overcome it.

My prayer is that these lines stir in you a deeper vigilance, a fiercer love for holiness, and an abiding hope in the Victor who sets us free.

With grace and urgency,

The Poet

Genesis 4:7 — If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted? and if thou doest not well, sin lieth at the door. And unto thee shall be his desire, and thou shalt rule over him.

Psalm 119:11 — Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee.

James 1:14-15 — But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed. Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.

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

1 Peter 5:8 — Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.

Ephesians 6:11-12 — Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. 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.

1 Corinthians 15:57 — But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

In twilight chambers of the restless soul,

May we look upon all sin as our enemy—

A silken thief that glides without a sound,

To steal the light no treasury can hold.

It wears the mask of pleasure, soft and bright,

Whispers “One taste only,” then devours the night.

It flatters pride with crowns of fool’s gold spun,

Then topples every throne when judgment comes.

Awake, O heart! Take up the watch and sword,

For sin is no companion, but a horde

That marches under banners falsely fair,

To bind the will in chains none else can wear.

Call it by its true name—traitor, blight,

Ancient serpent, father of the lie—

Meet it at the threshold, never yield,

With prayer’s keen blade and truth’s unyielding shield.

Within the fortress of the contrite breast,

Where holy fire burns and will finds rest,

We cast its shadows out, reject its claim,

And walk unscorched through refining flame.

For One has conquered it who broke its reign,

Rose from the grave and washed away its stain.

Lift up your eyes, let every battle cry

Ring clear: “All sin’s my foe—and in His name, I fly!”

Stand fast, beloved pilgrim, through the storm;

The victory is sealed, the crown transformed.

May we look upon all sin as our enemy—

And run at last in freedom’s boundless sea.

Closing Prayer

Heavenly Father,

Searcher of every hidden chamber of the heart and faithful Keeper of our souls,

Open our eyes to see all sin for what it truly is—our relentless enemy, the silken thief, the ancient serpent, the destroyer of joy and peace.

Grant us holy clarity where the world offers excuses.

Awaken us from spiritual slumber.

Arm us with the sword of Your Word and the shield of faith.

Fill us afresh with the power of Your Holy Spirit,

that we may resist every temptation, reject every lie,

and stand firm when the battle rages.

Lead us daily to the cross where sin was defeated,

and to the empty tomb where victory was sealed.

May our lives become living proof of Your redeeming grace—

free, courageous, and wholly surrendered to You.

Let every battle cry rise as worship,

and every step forward become a testimony of Your triumph.

We ask this in the mighty, matchless name of Jesus Christ,

our Victor, our Redeemer, and our eternal King.

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.

Come, Walk with Me Through the Garden of the Holy Word of Our Precious Triune God by Debbie Harris

08 Wednesday Jul 2026

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Poet’s Note

Dear Reader,

May we all walk through the garden of the Holy Word of our precious Triune God!

This poem was born as an invitation—an open gate into a living garden where every flower whispers truth about our great and gracious God. Each bloom was chosen with care to reflect a precious doctrine of the Christian faith, so that as you stroll through the verses, your heart might be lifted, your mind renewed, and your spirit drawn closer to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Whether you read it slowly in quiet devotion, aloud with others, or return to it again and again, my prayer is that these lines become a gentle path of worship for you. The garden is not mine; it belongs to Him. I simply scattered a few seeds and rejoiced to watch them grow.

May the Triune God who walks with you in this garden also walk with you through every season of life—until we meet at last in the eternal garden where every flower is fully open and every promise is fully kept.

With joy and blessing,

A fellow pilgrim in the garden

Come, walk with me through the garden fair

Of the Holy Word, our Triune God’s own care—

Where Father’s breath awakens every leaf,

Son’s footsteps trace the path of grace and grief.

The Iris lifts her threefold face in light,

Trinity in unity and might:

One stem, three petals, heaven’s colors blend,

Eternal love that knows no beginning, end.

The Lily pure unfurls her trumpet white,

Incarnation—God with us, the Light;

Spotless, radiant in the morning dew,

Emmanuel, forever faithful, true.

The Rose of Sharon breathes her crimson scent,

Atonement—blood that covers and redeems our bent;

Thorns and beauty in one blossom grown,

Redeeming fragrance rising from the throne.

Low Violets kneel humbly on the ground,

Justification—by faith alone we’re found;

Clothed in His righteousness, no more condemned,

Adopted, cherished, called the Father’s friend.

Soft Lavender releases holy air,

Sanctification—making pure what once was bare;

Refined by Spirit’s gentle, cleansing flame,

Conformed to Christ, we bear His very name.

The Daffodil breaks winter’s silent tomb,

Resurrection—life that conquers doom;

Firstfruits of glory rising from the grave,

Victorious King who ever lives to save.

Bright Morning Glory climbs the garden wall,

Second Coming—hope that claims us all;

Petals open to the promised dawn,

“Behold, I come!”—the Bridegroom’s trumpet drawn.

And faithful Forget-me-nots in azure line the way,

Eternal Life—where night becomes bright day;

Sealed by the Spirit, kept by grace divine,

Safe in the Father’s house, forever Thine.

Come, linger here where veil and glory meet,

Where light and shadow in sweet worship greet,

And hear the Triune Voice call forth your name:

“Beloved child, arise—the garden is your claim.”

A Song of Redeemed Delight by Debbie Harris

21 Sunday Jun 2026

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Dear Reader,

From the Poet’s Heart

I write not from lofty towers, but from the quiet wonder of one who has herself been caught in the embrace of this heavenly song. In a world quick to condemn and slow to celebrate, I longed to lift up the truth that our Savior does not merely tolerate us—He delights in us.

This poem is my offering: a small echo of the magnificent anthem He sings over every weary, forgiven, royal child of grace. May these words quiet the noise of accusation, still the lies of unworthiness, and awaken fresh joy in your soul.

You are not forgotten.

You are not rejected.

You are sung over with holy, exuberant love.

Listen. Rest. Rejoice.

With affection and awe,

The Poet

Zephaniah 3:17 (KJV)

The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.

There is a song of redeemed delight,

Sung over you, O precious child of grace—

A melody woven with golden threads,

Diamond notes and pearls of holy embrace.

Not the world’s cold dirge of disdain,

Nor the enemy’s accusing refrain,

But heaven’s exuberant, triumphant strain,

Poured forth by the Redeemer’s own sweet voice.

He sings of love that never fades,

Of mercy that washes every stain,

Of forgiveness that sets the captive free,

And royal heirship—your true identity.

The Lord your God is in your midst,

A Mighty One who saves and lifts.

He rejoices over you with gladness bright,

Quiets you with love, exults with singing light.

No condemnation in this sacred song,

Only delight where the redeemed belong.

So listen, child—let your heart be still,

Rest, rejoice, and stand in awe of His will.

For your Savior delights in you, His own,

Royally redeemed, forever known.

The song of delight rings eternal and true—

Beloved, it is sung over you.

You are delighted in.

You are sung over.

You are amazingly loved.

Hallelujah! 🎶✨

Heaven’s Hallelujah Chorus: The Lord God Omnipotent Reigneth – A Poem of Rest in the King of Kings by Debbie Harris

11 Saturday Apr 2026

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In the midst of life’s fiercest tempests and deepest shadows, there is a peace that surpasses understanding — a calm that descends only when we remember that Christ reigneth. His sovereign rule does not merely command the winds and waves; it stills the restless storms within our own hearts. This pairing of Scripture and poetry is an invitation to lift our eyes to the throne above, where the King of kings sits in endless light, offering rest, victory, and the promise that every tear will one day be wiped away. May these words draw your soul into the hush of His presence and the joy of His eternal reign.

Revelation 19:1-10 (KJV)

And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God: For true and righteous are his judgments: for he hath judged the great whore, which did corrupt the earth with her fornication, and hath avenged the blood of his servants at her hand. And again they said, Alleluia. And her smoke rose up for ever and ever. And the four and twenty elders and the four beasts fell down and worshipped God that sat on the throne, saying, Amen; Alleluia. And a voice came out of the throne, saying, Praise our God, all ye his servants, and ye that fear him, both small and great. And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready. And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints. And he saith unto me, Write, Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb. And he saith unto me, These are the true sayings of God. And I fell at his feet to worship him. And he said unto me, See thou do it not: I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren that have the testimony of Jesus: worship God: for the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.

In realms where tempests rage and shadows creep,
A hush descends, as ancient promises keep.
The throne above, unyielding, firm, and bright,
Where sits the King of kings in endless light.

Our Lord and Savior reigns, His scepter strong,
No earthly crown can match His sovereign song.
Through valleys deep where fears like rivers flow,
His voice commands the winds: “Be still, and know.”

The storms that howl, the doubts that claw the soul,
Bow low before the One who makes them whole.
He calms the sea with but a whispered word,
And peace, like dawn, upon the weary stirred.

In Him, the battle’s won before the fight,
The darkness flees before His holy might.
No chain can bind, no grave can hold His power—
He rose triumphant at the appointed hour.

So rest, O heart, in this eternal reign,
Where grace abounds and sorrow turns to gain.
The Lord who conquered death now holds the key—
In His dominion, we are truly free.

At peace forever, ‘neath His watchful eye,
Our Savior reigns, and every tear shall dry.
Let heavens ring with hallelujahs grand,
For Christ is King, and in His hand we stand.

Revelation 22:20 (KJV)
He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.

Until All Have Heard: A Warning Against the Warm, White-Sepulchre Christianity That Bears No Scars of the Cross by Debbie Harris

11 Saturday Apr 2026

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In shadowed halls where once the sacred flame
Burned bright with truth from Calvary’s scarred tree,
A hollow creed now whispers out a name—
“Christianity”—yet Christ it will not see.

The Word, once living sword and guiding star,
Lies dusty on the shelf of quaint old lore;
They trade the Cross for comfort’s gilded bar,
And nail anew what love could not restore.

No thorn-crowned King, no blood-bought pardon here,
But gentle fables soft as morning mist—
A therapy of self, a smile austere,
Where sin is but a wound the world has kissed.

They build their temples tall with marble lies,
Proclaim a gospel sweetened, safe, and tame;
Yet heaven weeps, and hell in silence cries:
“This is no Christ—only His empty name.”

O wandering flock, return to Jordan’s stream!
Cling to the Rock that breaks the rebel will.
Let not the age’s dream supplant the dream
Of Him who died—and bids the dead live still.

Until all have heard the ancient, thunderous call—
The narrow way, the gate, the risen Lord—
Stand fast, ye faithful: let no counterfeit enthrall,
For it is the Church that wields the living sharpness of His sword—
The living Word that cuts through every lie,
Not the compromised, warm, white sepulchre kind
Of Christianity, but the fierce and true
That answers only to the voice of Christ,
And calls the dead to rise and live anew.

The Precious Word of God: An Epic in Heroic Couplets on the Divine Allegories of Scripture by Debbie Harris

20 Friday Mar 2026

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O Holy Spirit, breathe upon my soul,
Inspire these lines to make Thy glories whole!
Open our eyes to see, our hearts to burn,
As once Thou didst when ancient prophets learned.

In countless forms Thy living Word appears,
More rich than treasures, brighter than the spheres.
First, living Bread from heaven’s table sent,
When man by earthly food alone is spent.
“Man shall not live by bread alone,” He cried,
But by each word from God’s own mouth supplied.
Thus souls are nourished where all else would fail,
And life eternal springs where death prevailed.

More precious Gold than Ophir’s hidden store,
Refined seven times, its purity evermore.
Like Silver tested in the furnace flame,
Its truth endures, untainted, without blame.
A hidden Treasure buried in the field,
For which the finder sells all else to yield;
With joy he purchases that matchless gain,
And heaven’s riches flood his heart again.

As Fire it burns with purifying blaze,
Consuming dross, yet kindling holy praise.
A Hammer mighty, breaking stubborn stone,
Shattering hearts where pride has claimed its throne.
Both fire and hammer from one source proceed—
The Word that wounds, yet heals the soul in need:
It crushes sin, then lights the inward flame—
O wondrous work of mercy and of claim!

Sweet Honey flows from out the Rock divine,
Sweeter than any comb where bees entwine.
No earthly sweetness matches such delight;
It cheers the weary, turns the dark to light.
A Lamp it shines to guide the pilgrim’s way,
A steady gleam through night’s most perilous fray;
“Thy word is a lamp unto my feet,” we sing,
A Light unto my path—O Light of kings!

Strong Meat it offers those mature in grace,
Who press beyond the cradle to the race.
Yet Milk it gives the newborn child of God,
Pure, gentle, growing faith where once we trod.
A Mirror true, no flattering lie it shows,
Revealing heart and conscience as it glows;
The one who looks and forgets his true face
Remains unchanged; the doer finds God’s grace.

As Medicine it heals the broken frame,
Life to the seeker, health to all who claim;
Its balm restores where sickness held its reign,
And makes the wounded spirit whole again.

As Seed it falls on every kind of ground—
By wayside, rocks, or thorns where weeds abound—
Yet in the good soil, fertile, deep, and true,
It springs to life, a hundred-fold anew.
Like Rain and Snow from heaven’s heights it falls,
Descending soft to answer heaven’s calls;
It waters earth, makes deserts bloom and sing,
Accomplishes God’s will in everything—
No empty return, but harvest rich and vast,
The Word that crowns the future and the past!

A Sword of the Spirit, two-edged, keen, and bright,
It pierces soul and spirit, wrong from right;
In warfare fierce against the powers of night,
The saint wields it—and claims the victor’s right!

And living Water, crystal, pure, and free,
It washes clean where guilt once stained the knee.
The Word as water sanctifies the bride,
No spot, no wrinkle left when once applied.

Thus every form Thy precious Word assumes:
Bread, gold, and silver; treasure, fire, and blooms
Of honey; lamp and light, and hammer’s claim;
Meat, milk, and mirror, medicine’s healing name;
Seed, rain, and snow, sword, water—rich and vast.
All meet in Thee—the soul redeemed at last.

O seeking soul, forsake the world’s poor gain!
Embrace this Word and never thirst again.
Let every image—feed, refine, reveal,
Heal, plant, and cleanse—Thy heart and mind anneal,
Till Christ alone is formed in thee complete,
And endless glory crowns the Word we meet!

The Devil Does Not Fear a Mighty Cathedral Filled with Multitudes; He Trembles Before a Humble Church on Its Knees in Prayer, Where Two or Three Are Gathered in the Name of Jesus Christ by Debbie Harris

15 Sunday Mar 2026

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No towers grand nor throngs that fill the nave
Strike terror in the dark prince’s breast;
He mocks the pomp of marble, gold, and stave,
Where multitudes in idle worship rest.

The bells may ring, the organs thunder loud,
The crowds may surge like rivers to the door;
Yet Satan smiles amid the pious crowd,
For empty hearts leave heaven’s gate ajar.

But lo! when humble souls in secret meet,
Two or three gathered in the Savior’s name,
Their whispered prayers ascend on wingèd feet,
And Jesus comes—His presence kindles flame.

Then trembles hell; the ancient serpent flees,
His kingdom quakes before such quiet might.
No sword of man, no host in panoplies,
Can match the power of contrite souls in light.

A single candle lit by faith sincere
Outshines the blaze of ten thousand torches bright;
In lowly prayer the victory draws near,
And darkness yields unto the Lord’s true light.

O devil, fear the closet, fear the knee,
Fear hearts united, bowed in Jesus’ name;
For where His Spirit dwells in unity,
Thy reign is broken—evermore the same.