Set Apart We were meant To be set apart I believe this Deeply in my heart Different we Should strive to be So all the world May see Our Leader His purity Love Light Goodness To this we Should run As we struggle To shun The world Sure, we have To live in it Love it for sure But We are not to Be of it We’re meant To live In a way much More pure Not as greedy, Sexually immoral, Bloodthirsty, Selfish These things We should Not be His holy love More giving The world In Us Should see A Holy Bride He longs for us to be As we wait on Bended knees Longing to please Only Him Let us win This race As we let go Of every trace Of ourselves Let us dare To be different Stand out Give a holy shout Christ’s Name It is the same Yesterday, Today Tomorrow For His return will Overcome All death, pain, & every sorrow
Total Transformation In time, a caterpillar becomes The butterfly To rise, float thru Bluest skies An infant becomes A man Meant to reach upward For God’s hand Both created by the Same generous Loving Father Desiring, waiting All nature again to gather To Himself Allow yourself to follow That inner instinct That interior pulling That deepest urge Toward this Christ & Lord It can be the Undoing In your life, the total Purge Of satan’s evil darkness
I have been trying to learn how to use a digital painting program. Here are some of the transitional stages of finishing a piece of art work I thought I would try. The first picture is a sketch I did on paper, and the second is where I transferred it into a colored canvas in the paint program. It’s fun to work with. Praise God, and I hope you have a great day!
Someday It still amazes me, Lord That even yet today You want to share Your Goodness with me My imperfections are almost As numerous & vast As the span of one of Your seas I stumble, I fall I walk then I crawl Down here I never Quite pull it all Together Yet Someday I know Yourself you will show To each, to every & all I will live to display, on that Heaven’s Perfected Day Only Your Shining Glory My imperfections will be Forever washed, wiped Completely Away!
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The Screen The screen That presence So widely seen In our homes Offices, Carried in Our hands Worldwide In every land Mobile Or desktop Laptop Servers galore In their memories They can store Anything And they do Spit out Whatever gets Put into them By us Coming thru Our hands The minds & Hearts of man That screen That influence I have seen Thick or lean Large or small Speaks & calls To us all Thru the light Of that flickering Screen Images of good Images of bad Calling our names Playing their games With everyone Angels & demons Portrayed in fantastical Images It’s really so sad Because both do exist In the midst Of the lives of man So be careful what You allow To be fed into Your mind Look for truth Elsewhere & learn to wisely turn from that Invasive Screen!