Painting is a Process

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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!

Praise God!

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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. . .

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 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

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 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
   

Christmas Gift for Mystery Lovers

 
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!

Deceit, brutality and murder stalk the city sidewalks of Nashville, Music City USA.

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Heaven on one side, hell on the other with man caught in the middle. Which side will he choose? 

One victim, a college student dead on a steamy August afternoon on a sidewalk from the highly contagious Ebola virus. The second, a beloved young priest lying dead on cold, hard asphalt after a fatal plunge from the tip of the roof of the cathedral where he served.

Dedicated homicide detective Hayden Douglan struggles against time to stop the spread of the virus as evidence confirms both men were murdered. Both victims’ destinies seem to be linked only by their mutual interest and belief in a mysterious, ancient document from the Middle East. Faith and courage will be tested as information leads to corruption in the highest levels of the religious community and the police department itself then finally to a powerful mystic cloistered behind the walls of a beautiful monastery near Vienna, Austria.

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The March

The March

March, March, March

Marching thru life

We will all go on

Restless and in strife

Without the truth of

Reality’s sight

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

Look up

Let Him call your name

Take that tiniest first step

Eternity’s most splendid pleasures

Wait to be your greatest gain!

Debut Novel When Heaven Sighs

A chilling murder mystery set within the eclectic atmosphere of Nashville, Music City USA. Deceit, brutality and death stalk the sidewalks of Music City USA as heaven and hell clash in a vicious battle for possession of an ancient document.

Paperback & ebook  FREE under the Kindle Unlimited Program. www.amazon.com/dp/0578663902

On a steamy day in August, a young man dies from the Ebola virus on a Nashville sidewalk. Close to midnight on the same day, a young girl screams as the body of Father Tom McClarin smacks against the hard, cold asphalt in front of the cathedral where he serves. Both men’s destinies have been bound together forever by their mutual belief in this unique scroll.

Faith and courage will be tested as the investigation leads from corruption in the highest levels of the religious community and police department to a powerful mystic cloistered behind the walls of a beautiful monastery near Vienna, Austria.

Read for FREE the first two chapters on this blog site at http://www.soul-sails.com/book

Culture, Culture

Culture, Culture

Culture, culture

On the wall

Who after all will be

The Fairest

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

People stumbling

Thru dark space & a time

Not searching or knowing

What should fill their

Center’s essense

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

Your money!

If they can divert enough of

Our minds,

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!