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Let everything that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD!
Psalm 150:6
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Lost in a Reverie
I stared away far into space
Into a listless sea.
Where nothing else existed there,
Just nothingness and me.
Of velvet reds and golden browns
And forest mossy greens,
Of violet beds and speckled fawns
And fresh, blue, limped streams.
All is alive, yet all is still
As far as eye can see.
All is calm and all is well,
Just nothingness and me.
And if Sun hides behind a cloud
There is no fear of cold,
No th ings changed the calmness there,
The quietness of old.
It is a world so far away,
The world of my reverie,
Yet only a blink and a sigh it takes
To return to reality.
Into a listless sea.
Where nothing else existed there,
Just nothingness and me.
Of velvet reds and golden browns
And forest mossy greens,
Of violet beds and speckled fawns
And fresh, blue, limped streams.
All is alive, yet all is still
As far as eye can see.
All is calm and all is well,
Just nothingness and me.
And if Sun hides behind a cloud
There is no fear of cold,
No th ings changed the calmness there,
The quietness of old.
It is a world so far away,
The world of my reverie,
Yet only a blink and a sigh it takes
To return to reality.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Thursday, January 14, 2016
My Inspiration
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My inspiration comes from God,
I'm only made of clay and sod,
what I can make can't hardly come
from this here head so weak and dumb.
But He above, He can create
things beautiful both small and great.
He in His might and tender love
stooped down from His home up above
And saw me, such an ugly thing,
and said "To you I'll give a song to sing."
"A reason to smile all your days.
A reason to dance a reason to praise."
To a worm, a wretch, worth less than a pin,
burdened with worry, overflowing with sin.
His perfect heart was dipped into hell,
in my place He suffered, more than tongue can tell.
So that I might not suffer loss,
my Jesus came down and died on the cross.
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My inspiration comes from God,
I'm only made of clay and sod,
what I can make can't hardly come
from this here head so weak and dumb.
But He above, He can create
things beautiful both small and great.
He in His might and tender love
stooped down from His home up above
And saw me, such an ugly thing,
and said "To you I'll give a song to sing."
"A reason to smile all your days.
A reason to dance a reason to praise."
To a worm, a wretch, worth less than a pin,
burdened with worry, overflowing with sin.
His perfect heart was dipped into hell,
in my place He suffered, more than tongue can tell.
So that I might not suffer loss,
my Jesus came down and died on the cross.
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Friday, December 18, 2015
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Monday, November 16, 2015
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Friday, October 2, 2015
Monday, September 21, 2015
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Rebeca
She's in Brasil right now with my dad. The house feels really empty without her. :(
I was missing and thinking of her so I decided to draw a pic.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Friday, July 17, 2015
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Juliana
I drew this one a while ago. I wasn't going to post her but I haven't updated my blog in forever
so I'm just going to throw her on there. I don''t know what to name her. Any ideas?
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Monday, April 20, 2015
Friday, April 3, 2015
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
I Knew Her
I knew her.
Or else, I thought I did,
the sharp eyes beneath dark lashes hid,
the nose, the lips the slender form,
expression somber, as a storm.
So frighteningly familiar
did those green eyes seem!
Had I seen them in reality?
Had they haunted me in a dream?
Had we met? Had I seen her afar?
So near to me, and yet distant as a star.
The sad look in her face downcast
Has she some secret sorrow, she has buried in the past?
"Who are you?" I gently touched her face.
She made me no reply as her outline I slowly traced.
Where had she come from? And how could she be?
"I have come from your mind's eye.
Why, you've created me!"
It spoke! thought I, this dead drawing of mine!
A cold chill ran down my spine.
The girl gave me one last blank look,
And hastily I closed my drawing book.
Or else, I thought I did,
the sharp eyes beneath dark lashes hid,
the nose, the lips the slender form,
expression somber, as a storm.
So frighteningly familiar
did those green eyes seem!
Had I seen them in reality?
Had they haunted me in a dream?
Had we met? Had I seen her afar?
So near to me, and yet distant as a star.
The sad look in her face downcast
Has she some secret sorrow, she has buried in the past?
"Who are you?" I gently touched her face.
She made me no reply as her outline I slowly traced.
Where had she come from? And how could she be?
"I have come from your mind's eye.
Why, you've created me!"
It spoke! thought I, this dead drawing of mine!
A cold chill ran down my spine.
The girl gave me one last blank look,
And hastily I closed my drawing book.
Monday, March 2, 2015
Monday, February 16, 2015
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