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!
The Alpha and the Omega The Alpha & The Omega The beginning And the end To my ears It does lend A beautiful sound, A Melody It sang among The stars Tinkled around The sun’s face Following the Road of grace It raced Upward, higher Climbing the Stairway To Paradise, that Ecstasy, Bliss it is to receive from His lips one word, one kiss of His Perfection So it was Before all space And time began As we relate it Before any Water, air or land Out of three great hearts Was formed a Great and mighty plan Falling from the hands Of three, Father, Son, Spirit To create another With whom to share The love, peace Kindness goodness Flowing around Their joy-filled dance So, with only One single glance They fulfilled the plan And created their man To live below On a shining green world Within the sun’s glow And their eyes’ love Joining in the wonder Of their existence It is the same today As from our first day On this our home, A shining ball, Always there was A beginning and There will be an end To what is now seen We will return to The original plan, Our purpose, And live in glory Within their eyes’ gleam
Revelation 21:6-8 He said to me: It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To the thirsty I will give water without cost from the spring of the water of life. Those who are victorious will inherit all this, and I will be their God and they will be my children. But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars — they will be consigned to the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death.
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We finally, finally had a sunny day after grey skies for a week. It was nice to get out on our greenway system which runs along the river to ride my bike and take a few photos. I love the way the intense morning sun made the water sparkle like liquid diamonds. In the winter with no leaves on the trees, you get to really seen the twisted, gnarled shapes of the trees so much better. The large, old sycamores are the most beautiful I think with the white skins of their bark. I hope everyone has a blessed day!
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