The painting of the 'Cedars of Lebanon' illustrates the poem, 'The Glory of Lebanon'. This is the 3rd Spiritual Place of Abundance. THE GLORY OF LEBANON. (3rd Spiritual Place of Abundance.) I ascend to the heights of Lebanon, A retreat from the heat of the plains, Exploring the high places of Adonai Where His majesty... Continue Reading →
Carmel in scripture is spoken of as complete, full, and perfect, and this in the spiritual sense can be applied in the search of Truth.
My new project is to paint the seven places of spiritual abundance, (this is the first), and to pen a verse about each painting as I feel God has spoken to me. I love that this has been revealed to me!
Creation Celebration. Oil. H510mm x W610mm I have painted the six days of creation, and in so doing I developed a love for jungle themes. I love the colours, plants and animals. Painting a jungle scene can be quite daunting for me, as I never know at what point in the canvas to start. I... Continue Reading →
THE SEED OF GOLD. The ground was mould and mirey soil, Choked by weed, briar and toil. But as the mystery of life unfolds, A being swathed in virtuous light Into the sludge, placed he a seed of gold. By-and-by, the seed was birthed With pains at first, Battling rebellious thorn and dirt. Miraculously... Continue Reading →
He [God] spoke and galaxies whirled into place, stars burned in the heavens, and planets began orbiting their suns - words of awesome, unlimited, unleashed power. He spoke again and the waters and lands were filled with plants and creatures, running, swimming, growing, multiplying - words of animating, breathing, pulsing life. Again he spoke and man... Continue Reading →
THE NEW EARTH. A fantasy has not been told, but truth which must be extolled. The true account of eternal life and death, as revealed by Christ in Heaven to the apostle John in a vision, who set the prophecy down on parchment, known as the unquestionable Revelation. The day draws near when every eye... Continue Reading →
RIVER OF TIME Underneath the old railway bridge Of rusted steel and concrete; Basking in the sun, The Sabie river runs. Constant in its grace, Today it moves at snail's pace. The water gleams silver in the sun, And golden brown in the shaded deeps As it glides underneath the overhanging trees. The river is... Continue Reading →