They walk along a forest path
Holding up a mirror to look backwards
To see where they have been
To see the past
Why?
I don’t know
Put the mirror down and look forward
Original art and poem by Belinda Thorne
Splintered Vision
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Poem by Amy Carmichael
” Have I been so long time with thee,
and yet hast thou not known Me?”
“O my Master, I have known Thee
On the roads of Galilee.”
“Have I been so long time with thee
On the roads of Galilee,
Yet, My child, hast thou not known Me
Walking on the tossing sea?”
O My Master, I have known Thee
On the roads and on the sea”.
“Wherefore then hast thou not known Me
Broken in Gethsemane?
“I would have thee follow, know Me
Thorn-crowned, nailed upon the Tree.
Canst thou follow, wilt thou know Me,
All the way to Calvary?”
From her book “Gold Cord”
How Much Owest Thou unto My Lord?
“When I stand before the throne
Dressed in beauty not my own,
When I see Thee as Thou art,
Love Thee with unsinning heart;
Then, Lord, shall I fully know-
Not till then – how much I owe.
R.M. McCheyne
Burning Hands
My hands were burning
I couldn’t sleep for the pain
I sought the Lord
His eyes are fire
I am scared
He had fire to give me but I was
Too scared to receive
His eyes are like a flame of fire
His feet are like fine brass refined in a furnace
I laid my body down on the altar
Of burnt offering
He spoke to me of fire
Why was I keeping on keeping the fire going?
I see now it’s going to hurt
To keep the fire going
I am willing and He is able
I’m in His army
It’s His work
I wanted the fire
I received the baptism of fire
Go out to the Road again
Pick up the lost, the forgotten and broken
How?
With burning hands
Hands of fire
A Pandemic Dance
How will the covid-19
acrylic and gouache
Change the way
We see A.I.?
Will the fear
Be so great
We will accept now
What would have been unthinkable
before?
Tracking
Tracing
Monitoring
Vaccinating
Surveillance
Apps
Identity bracelets
Micro-chips?
People calling for government
To lock them down:
“Please just lock us down!“
And then I knew
It wouldn’t take that much
To scare people into complete submission
Revival or Revolution?
I think both revival and revolution
At once
Is coming
Who Will See?
It’s not about me,
It’s about Him
As ever
And always will be
But not many see
That or care
We want
Our kingdom
But it is about His
Kingdom
We want to be set up
But God is setting up His kingdom
We want a name
But His is the Name above all names
We want a throne
But His is the Throne
At which our knee shall bow
Enlargement,
Promotion His way is:
More of Christ;
More of Him in us
Less of us,
In us
Christ magnified
Christ enlarged
Christ glorified
Christ promoted
Christ’s kingdom ENLARGED
Who will see?
For an enlargement of Christ’s kingdom I pray
The Reproach of Christ
Foxes have holes 
And birds have nests
But the Son of Man
Hath Nowhere
For His head to rest
What is the cost
To follow Him?
That that too
Will be my lot.
I may be lonely
What is that to Him?
I may be sad
Oh that I may enter into
His suffering
With Him
I see it
My laying down
Of my life
My Self
Meant letting go
Of the things others have
And seek after
Sometimes they come to taunt me
In the dark of night
Sometimes they batter on my head
And remind me of what I don’t have
Anymore
And it’s true
Social: rejection
Career: outside the camp
But I have Him: I have Jesus
Not just in word
Or in some banal religious way
But I have Him
I know Him
I join with Him
I follow Him
I love Him
And the Son of Man hath nowhere to lay His head
It’s Just You and Me, Jesus
I stand alone before You
Blow the Trumpet in Zion
conte crayons, pencil
You tell me what to do
And if I should consider Man’s opinion Lord
Then have mercy:
I really need You
For it can be so hard to see You
But they’re always in my face
Oh Lord let me see You more clearly
And not let their opinion have place
Cos it’s JUST YOU AND ME, JESUS
It’s between You and me
And I just want to obey You
And to be free…
Written 1st November 2011
The Way of the Cross
The Way of the Cross is hard
The Way of the Cross is unyielding
The Way of the Cross is sharp and pointy
The Way of the Cross hurts
The Way of the Cross shatters self
and self-belief
The Way of the Cross breaks open a Way
And this is from where Life springs
Eternal
The Way of the Cross is death
That leads to Life
Stop resisting the Spirit of God. Why do you kick against the goads? Yield to Him.
He has a better Way.
The Man in the Gap
The Man in the Gap – Acrylic on canvas
Who can find a man to stand in the gap?
Where is he today?
He is hidden
He is not seen
He is behind the veil
Of what is seen with the natural eye
A hidden work
A secret mission
Not on stages
Not applauded
No recognition
No fame
Nothing
From this world
Is his
But him and Christ
Together
Behind the veil
One
That is his work
That is his joy
That is his life
May we be willing to join with Jesus and lay down our lives for the work of intercession!
God bless,
Belinda
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