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!
Psalm 150 Praise the Lord Praise God in His sanctuary praise Him in His mighty heavens Praise Him for His acts of power praise Him for His surpassing greatness praise Him with the sounding of the trumpet praise Him with the harp and lyre praise Him with timbrel and dancing praise Him with the strings and pipe praise Him with the clash of cymbals praise Him with resounding cymbals Let everything that has breath praise the Lord Praise the Lord
I just thought this was good way to start off the day after Christmas Day. Hope everyone enjoyed their Christmas, that everyone stayed safe. May God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit bless and guide your day today.
I feel like I feel like A leaf, A snowflake Life goes by so fast Like peering in a looking glass Then you step away What was it that you, God, Had in mind When you first thought of Me Was it to rhyme a line So they perhaps might See Your Face? Better, clearer, Clearer, clearer So they might Draw nearer, Nearer, nearer To You? Never will I know All answers This side of the grave Questions will there Always be As on I in frailness go.
Money, Money Money, money everywhere Yet not enough to think with My soul might surely drown In that deafening sound Of the clink, clink, clink Of those hard, cold coins As they roll, tumble & sink To the bottom of my cup From which I’m trying to sup I raise this now full cup To try and drink Cup’s edge at the brink Of my own thirsty lips Almost overwhelmed As all I can smell Is the odiferous stink Of coin’s metallic toxins This deadly metal’s liqueur I feel now most sure Will kill me My thirst t’will not abate Nor will it finally slake The pounding, roaring lust For more, more, more For money’s tempting allure Is there not some final cure? I lust Yet dare not trust The swirling deadly liquid So I will not swallow The poisons which Lie golden in the hollow Of My cup Yet with all of this said I toss & turn on my bed In the dark of midnight’s light Searching for an answer Money is not the cancer Itself only an answer To life’s most real of needs It is that deadly lust That will cause the deepest rust To my center’s being Oh, the hurtful sting Of my soul’s new knowledge So, I will try fleeing Flinging off the desires The deadly coins do sire In every human heart Turn to my inner being Wait for Heaven’s lights To cause a new way of seeing Of myself, yourself, this life And throw off money’s Most paralyzing strifes
Which side will win A precious scroll has been sent Back into the world of man Two opposites in discord satan or God’s Hand Will determine a city’s course Books make great Christmas gifts!
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Inspiration Mad scribblings that Light up the night Darkness surrounds The moving glow of My fingers Where you Spirit Stops to linger Over my empty page Oh, wisest, dearest sage Come once again Pause precious friend On your busy ways And do not shun To leave again Your priceless Inspiration!
March, March, March
Marching thru life
We will all go on
Restless and in strife
Without the truth of
People on a sidewalk’s
Hardened concrete surface
March through existence
And only death’s curse
And its unending insistence
Will finally end their march
If we only will open our eyes
Peruse what lies beyond
That thinnest veil of the skies
Look up, a loving God waits
Longing, sighing wishing
Your unhappy pain to abate
Do not stay lost
Lonely in that pain
Let Him call your name
Take that tiniest first step
Eternity’s most splendid pleasures
Wait to be your greatest gain!
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On the wall
Who after all will be
Among us all?
We fight, grapple
Struggle with each other
For that first spot in line
We might even destroy
A sister or a brother
Thru dark space & a time
Not searching or knowing
What should fill their
Or even their own minds
Cold world outside
Heated frenzy on the inside
From each burning need so lonely
We watch, buy distractions
From those who only desire
If they can divert enough of
The real us,
Our thinking power
For only a few hours
Control for them then will be won
Giving them all they want
Under our earth’s sun.
So, watch the Lords of Culture
Do not dare to give them control
Of your deepest, most important part
Your eternal, living soul!
They are guided by a dark one
satan, I believe he is called
Spoken of in antiquities’ book
Jousted out of heaven
Forever took his eternal fall
Go searching somewhere else
Where God’s perfect light forever
Meets the light of your inner self
Let your Creator/Father God
Woo you back
Where fear and a world’s control
Will never ever dare to trod!