Heaven-down

Earth-up striving, straining, earning

Babeling towers of manmade show

The rambling urban sprawl of who’s new

Steeling glory and clawing clouds

Our phones veil the rain and stars.

Heaven-down receiving, tasting, soaking

Trickling cascades of Kingdom wine and window

Pouring love, drinking blood, His saints enjoying

Filled with song, meek ones resounding, resting.

We build the sky down, unveiling Holy.

coffee mug

coffee
ink
spit
and
tears
on
watercolor paper

dawn of the day

through the night, through the grey

hope is born in the night

maryville painting

the sunrise reminds me

the day is waking up

i'll grow and trust

brighter until full day

sun of my soul shine on me

You lighten my darkness

though the night may come

Your light will shine

though the night may come

Your light will shine

though the night may come

Your light will shine

we will wait for Dawn

awake in the night

my soul is overwhelmed again

i'll awaken the dawn

O Sun of my soul shine on me again!

Bright Morning Star

We wait for You

Man of Sorrows

Your joy shines

Your light will shine through the night through the grey

Your light will shine

You're the Dawn of the day!

Hope in the night, Joy of the Dawn

We rise to sing Your name!

Path of the righteous, brighter and brighter until full day.

tree of love

tree of love

tree of hope

tree of peace

these three paintings

were done

for the knoxville

symphony league

show house

honored to be a part!

tree of hope

tree of peace

Just As I Am

painted for

the Martel family.

we come to Him

just as we are

just as we are

the confusion

of the world

the complexities

of my heart

meeting Him

meeting mercy

meeting peace

and still

i come

just as i am

go

go.

don't wait.

go.

go.

get off the couch.

go.

go.

now.

go.

pray.

give.

go.

GO!

Abba's house

Suburbia,

aren't you funny.

Uniquely bland.

Uniquely uniform.

Abundantly lonely.

Selfish and secret.

His house is not...

Abba's house

has

many

many

rooms.

urban bicycle

wheels & birds

you are seeing

the lines of my two year old.

my son took a pencil,

drew on the canvas,

and said, "wheels & birds."

i was pleasantly surprised,

so i filled 'em in with color.

innocently abstract.

amsterdam

dear amsterdam,

they said you were free

i still wonder when

i look eight ways before

i cross the street and

billions of bicycles are barreling

through door and window

careless of love and honor.

freedom music?

then bind me to Reality’s song!

every nation riding two wheels

peddling their chains of “freedom”

cruising through red lights

stopping at green smoke.

dear amsterdam,

if you would be a free city

enslave yourself to Truth.

jarrod

shake-able kingdom

pairs of buildings

flying window in a green gold sky

green gold door

green gold window

bridges to freedom city

a moment of choice

three boats on the canal

between the layers

middle red

middle green

leaning a little

tulips

i was hit by an old bicycle

slanted streets

tree of abundance

for janet and terry.

a life of abundance,

tree of hope and oneness,

be still and know,

abundant life.

pray & obey (trees)

between the city

for jeff & karen...

between the city

we live

we breathe

we love

we need

a place to meet

in-between

the sun shines through

embracing light

escaping shadows

peering into heaven (two)

peering into heaven (one)

better than the emerald city

blue doors

beyond the buildings

scraping the clouds (red)

scrape the clouds

maybe rain pours down

scrape the heavens

maybe Jesus rains down

scraping the clouds (blue)

scrape a cloud

maybe rain pours down

scrape the heavens

maybe Jesus rains down