Redemption Wall Art
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Sally wrote this wonderful poem and it is perfect with this picture…..what a fantastic writer. Thank you Sally…..I am honoured to have your words next to my picture xxx Redemption (written by Sally Omar) Cast in the shadows / Found her way in / No way out / Filled with sin Sobbing for help / Being pulled into hell / Nowhere to go / No one to tell Not knowing what to do / Selfish desires / Filled with deceit / Burning fires Uncontrolled fear / Sorrow abounds / Asked forgiveness / Help found Out of the depths / Brought into the sun / Arms surround her / Found REDEMPTION
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Saved by Sally Omar (another gem by Sal….thank you so much xx) SAVED from the stench of hell’s fire / SAVED and brought into flight / SAVED and give redemption / SAVED and brought to the light An Angel waiting in the Heavens / Ready to grab your hand / The Angels sang in a chorus / While the cherubs played in the band Welcoming you into Heaven / Your tears while being dropped in the fires / Sorrowful for your sins / Those of lustful desire Having been forgiven / And given a chance at peace / And there waiting at the table / Is a welcoming feast No more fear of burning / Out of the reach of hell / Into the hands of Heaven / Out of the devil’s spell The fires of Hades / Are now far beyond / Now you are at peace / And fear is now gone You said “I’m sorry” / And were forgiven / That is the reason / Why you are now in Heaven
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I would like to thank Tony Ryan and Model Tessa. for letting use thier image Open. Open ( http://www.redbubble.com/people/passion/art/467708-2-open ) Tony Ryan ( http://www.redbubble.com/people/passion ) Thanks so much guys I really like how this art work came together
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Redemption …Waters Of God / Author: Amber Elizabeth Fromm / Artist:Dennis Penny / HERE / 8/12/2008 Dedicated to Dennis Penny… / My Friend… REDEMPTION OF THE WATERS…. Almighty God…My Redeemer, My Truth… / May I Witness Your Miracles… / Find Restoration.. Be Restored In You… Father God … Divine So Miraculous / Oh… Such Miracles Divine.. / May My Heart I Bequeath You / Forrever Be Entwined…. May I Pray To Never Walk Far My Lord / To Wander , Far From Sight … Such Miraculous Cleansing Water… / That Cleansed ME Redemption Of The Waters / Gave Me Love and Light! Remember God Forgiveness… / Grace and Mercy Shared / Remember Your Love Eternal / In times… When No One Cared… Father God Oh My Redeemer… / Sweet Surrender … the Knees In Which / I Fell… Remember Your Love Saved Me / As I Neared The Gates Of Hell… My Tears ..My Spirit In Its Entirety / Yes Redemption Of The Waters / Cleansed Me Father… / And Set My Spirit Free… Sweet Devotion …Oh I Worship.. / Each Time On Knees I Pray… / Oh the Cleansing Waters / My Father I do Praise Miraculous Cleansing Waters / Reflect Your Love and Light May I witness… All Your Miracles .. / Pray Keep You In My Sight Father Almighty GodMy Redeemer… / My Light… My Truth…. / I Witness Miracles ….Restoration Redemption In the Waters / Restoration Found In You….
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Background: from my own stock. / Model: Faye, from my own stock. Ghostly face: Sinned_angel_stock Cracks: Anodyne stock, redhead stock Textures: from my own stock, and AcidPromQueen .
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shedding the burdens of the past
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India ink art marker, pencil & acrylic on paper with tissue paper, 11×14 inches. Hopefully the title will make the painting self-explanatory. A closely related piece is “Optimism”. / / ~
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The Lord thirsts for our love, for our companionship, for our presence. May we give Him a drink of cold water on this Good Friday as we commemorate and appreciate the greatest act of love in the history of the world.
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This piece is about the redemption of sinners through the blood shed by Jesus Christ. In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace. ~Ephesians 1:7 Stock Credits: / here
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One day he is driving his truck along a straight-run route in Florida on his way to another gig. It’s a typical kind of South Florida afternoon; high clouds, low smog, and the sun’s shape-shifting glint of chrome and glass against the steady line of cloned storefront windows. He’s listening to new tunes he wants to perform that evening, mostly 70’s rock and roll with some newer stuff to amuse the younger crowd. That’s what it’s all about. Performance. Getting back and forth between gigs. The calculation of mileage on the tires and transmission is a sum that equals the lies that are starting to show on his face. He clears his throat, thinks about the girl he’s leaving behind. Wonders if she’s just another mistake. He sneezes. He coughs. Coughs again. Something’s wrong. / Very wrong. / His eyes are tearing so badly that he can no longer see the road ahead or make out the traffic that’s beginning to build on that Friday afternoon. Veering off to the side of the road, he slams the truck into park, ignoring the lurch of his equipment that is stowed away in the back of the 18 foot trailer he has hauled behind for the last 20 years. He can’t breathe. Next stop, a doctor’s office, and some tests. / “You have cancer. Throat cancer.” / Just like that. / He is not expected to live. / He curses God, the gods, second hand smoke, since he had never dragged on a cigarette in his life. He detests cancer. He detests his soon to be ex wife. His girlfriend. His girlfriends. His lot in life. / He suffers through radiation treatments. Alone. He sells off his equipment and favorite guitars, one by one to pay the bills, until he is left nearly penniless, and 120 pounds lighter, and heavier in the heart than he thought he could bear. “You will never speak again,” is the newest medical opinion. But he does. / “You will never sing again,” they proclaim. But he does. And some might say, better than before. A long, irregular scar creases the right side of his neck. It is six inches of reminder that life cuts and jabs. That life is precious. That life is all there is. / But not to him. / No. / His daughter died in a car wreck two years later, just three weeks after her marriage. / He mourns her terribly- Curses God, the gods, yet again, wondering why she was not spared when the elderly woman in the other car got away with a minor bruise. He doesn’t want to talk about the fact that his daughter fell asleep at the wheel on her way to work that morning. He doesn’t want to think about her body lying in a grave without a stone. He just wants to think about Life handing him a shitty deal. He wants to believe that God is something abstract, and owes you something. / But it’s a convenient tool for the One Man Show. He joins a church and becomes the Music Minister. He preaches about his near death and sings songs of praise that never reach his heart, even as they reach the ears of the unsuspecting. So maybe he had it tough earlier on in his life, when his dad ran off with a fellow band member. Maybe it was hard to be the eldest of so many children in a house with chickens running wild in the backyard and a mother that slept with more men than he can recall the faces of. / Maybe it was hard to come in second place in the then American Idol type television show, ‘Star Search’. Didn’t he deserve first place and to be something other than what he really was? It’s all about the gig, the fame, and the adoring gazes of women in the crowd. It’s all about the sense of motion and forgetting, and being something, anything, other than the skinny Puerto Rican kid from Long Island, that bashed on the bass drum in the High School marching band, and tried to catch a kiss from me under the bandstand. / It’s easy to lie to people when you don’t know the truth, because you have repeated the same rap so often, for almost 50 years and the truth is all a hazy blur. / It’s easy to blame God, gods, for the way you’re stuck in first gear, or when with your last 50 bucks in your pocket, you steer blindly off the road with terror tearing through your veins like poison, and in a cloud of dust you know that maybe God is no longer tapping you on the shoulder, asking you to be something more. He’s shaking you to your core just to get your attention. / But you don’t listen. Even now. / / Featured in the group Insomniacs and Other Night Crawlers / Thank You :-)
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“The journey of meaning is one to be taken alone… usually in the loneliest of places/times, and when all has been laid bare.” ~ Photo-image composite… (one of my 1st attempt pieces as such, thought I’d drag it out from the depths of my hard-drive)
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Self-portrait Viva La Vida, Coldplay “It was the wicked and wild wind / Blew down the doors to let me in / Shattered windows and the sound of drums / People couldn’t believe what I’d become I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing / Roman Catholic choirs are singing / Be my mirror, my sword and shield / My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can’t explain / I know Saint Peter will call my name / Never an honest word / But that was when I ruled the world…”
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GIMPed composite / Canon A540 Powershot / Canon SX1-IS / Model: Ann Wright All photos used copyright AWDIGITALDREAMS / photos taken Lilydale Cemetery 2009 Redemption Song – Bob Marley
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Illustration for medieval costume designer El Costurero Real. Model is Lidia | Model Photography by me. Temple rendered in DAZ3D Studio. Photoshop CS3.
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Designed by Andrea Palladio, Chiesa del Redentore (Basilica of the Most Holy Redeemer), better known simply as Il Redentore (Church of the Redeemer), is located on La Giudecca, one of the major Islands of Venice, Italy. Inside are works by Domenico Tintoretto, Veronese, Palma il Giovane, Francesco Bassano, Alvise Vivarini and Pietro della Vecchia. A festival and the church owe their origin to an epidemic of plague in 1576. At that time the Senate vowed to build the church and to celebrate the Feast of the Redemption; the Franciscans undertook the religious obligations. The building of the church began in 1577 and was completed in 1592. After the dedication of the church the Doge came every year with the chief officials of the state to a thanksgiving service. The Venetians still make a pilgrimage here on the Feast of the Redemption (3rd Sunday in July) to thank the Saviour for the end of the epidemic. A bridge of boats is constructed from Zattere across the Giudecca Canal, over which the procession makes its way to the Church of the Redeemer. In the evening the festival concludes with a magnificent fireworks display and a procession of illuminated boats. Single RAW image Tonemapped in Photomatix Pro 3.2. Camera: Canon EOS 450D (Digital Rebel XSi in the USA) / Sigma 18-200mm lens / Exif data from the JPG / F-stop f/5 / ISO 200 / Focal length 59 mm BEST VIEWED LARGER Related shots can be found at: Venice or Italy. Featured in : Canon DSLR : 2 Oct 09 / Featured in : Happy Haven Photography : 5 Oct 09 / Featured in : Dimensions : 6 Nov 09
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Oils and blender brushes – Painter X
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Suggested Gifts Greeting Cards / Laminated Print / A digital composite of my own landscape and me in the garage, merged into CS4 and played with, I would have done it in about an hour but I burnt my hand on the spotlight. Ouch. I will have to post some specs a bit later. I hope you like it. © Copyright 2009 David Reid – redtree.me – All rights reserved.
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The Lord is so humble! Just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life as a ransom for many. / ~Matthew 20:28 What Love is this? Stock Credits: / http://absurdus.deviantart.com/ / http://wyldraven.deviantart.com/ / http://janedoestock.deviantart.com/ / http://night-fate-stock.deviantart.com/ / http://www.obsidiandawn.com/
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The Eternity Collection / I – Redemption / See Entire Collection / / / See my sister site Divine Art for more Christian Art / / / This image is ©Greedy Fly Effects 2009 / All Elements: Mine
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