The Lord gives strength to the wearied.
He strengthens the powerless.
Our light , our life will across the Styx be ferried.
The greater we are so we are the less.
He strengthens the powerless.
Our light , our life will across the Styx be ferried.
The greater we are so we are the less.
Is it visual truth or abstract painting.
It’s a personal study of Saint Lucy .
We know so little of her suffering.
How did she live, what was her fancy.She stands forth from a dark background.
An unearthly yellowish glow does emerge.
From her tortured lips comes no sound.
Her arms like angels wings surge.St Lucy, martyred, tortured returning to the light.
And in this painting I try to keep her in sight.
It’s a personal study of Saint Lucy .
We know so little of her suffering.
How did she live, what was her fancy.She stands forth from a dark background.
An unearthly yellowish glow does emerge.
From her tortured lips comes no sound.
Her arms like angels wings surge.St Lucy, martyred, tortured returning to the light.
And in this painting I try to keep her in sight.
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Strength to the wearied
He strengthens the powerless
For we are them too
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See Isaiah 40 : 25-31