On The Train to Gettysburg Peasant I know he sends my

I know he sends my family on the other side of the veil

i still remember when i prayed for the things i have now

“Symphony of Praise" The composer and conductor of the universe Steps before the orchestra of God Creation lifts their finely crafted instruments As all in heaven wildly applaud The seasons well rehearsed begin with His downbeat And on his cue the sun trumpets the dawn The whirling winds swell in a mighty crescendo With each commanding sweep of His baton The oceans pound the shore in march to His cadence The galaxies all revolve in cosmic rhyme The fall of raindrops all in wild syncopation As lightning strikes and thunder claps in time The symphony of praise Conducted by the Ancient of Days May each creation great or small Lift their voices one and all “Symphony of Praise” by Steven Green Reproduced from the artist’s original artwork of Oil on Canvas 51” x 63”

Will life always be easy in the Lord’s care

thou that killest the prophets

On The Train to Gettysburg Peasant I know he sends myLincoln's Gettysburg Address stands as one of the most important speeches in World History, and I've always liked to imagine what it was like for Lincoln to ponder the weight of the recent battle, the war, and his words as he made the trek from DC to Gettysburg. Digital Artwork created with Midjourney and Photoshop. Created 2023.