“The Lord builds up Jerusalem; he gathers up the outcasts and brings them home.” (Psalms 147:2, TPT)
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“The Lord builds up Jerusalem; he gathers up the outcasts and brings them home.” (Psalms 147:2, TPT)

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“The Lord builds up Jerusalem; he gathers up the outcasts and brings them home.” (Psalms 147:2, TPT)
Express without words “(8-9) Everyone look! Come and see the breathtaking wonders of our God. For he brings both ruin and revival. He’s the one who makes conflicts end throughout the earth, breaking and burning every weapon of war.” (Psalms 46:8, TPT)
First century Jerusalem at the "gate beautiful" to the temple grounds. Peter and John were going up to the temple at the hour of prayer, the ninth hour. And a man lame from birth was being carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple that is called the Beautiful Gate to ask alms of those entering the temple. Seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple, he asked to receive alms. And Peter directed his gaze at him, as did John, and said, “Look at us.” And he fixed his attention on them, expecting to receive something from them. But Peter said, “I have no silver and gold, but what I do have I give to you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk!” And he took him by the right hand and raised him up, and immediately his feet and ankles were made strong.
I lift up my eyes toward the sky; know my heart and home are there, where the ones before me lie. One day, I’ll be gathered up and carried to that place where I shall know as I am known, and see my Maker’s face. It’s appointed unto us just once to be: We linger here, but soon we’ll be set free. No more reaching upward ‘til we die, Our roots stay here. We stretch beyond the sky.
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I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow— Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all. He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
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“Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.” (Ephesians 6:11, KJV) “Honour thy father and mother; (which is the first commandment with promise;)” (Ephesians 6:2, KJV) “And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.” (Ephesians 6:4, KJV) Combine these three commandments into one picture please.
This is a crazy scene. A tiny car, something like a Fiat Bambino careens down a mountain road with 4 people inside. 1 of them, the driver, is holding up the steering wheel, which is detached from its column. The people are comically frightened. The caption is "Hey, Who's Driving This Thing, Anyway?"
This is a crazy scene. A tiny car, something like a Fiat Bambino careens down a mountain road with 4 people inside. 1 of them, the driver, is holding up the steering wheel, which is detached from its column. The people are comically frightened. The caption is "Hey, Who's Driving This Thing, Anyway?"
Volume 1 – Chapter 1: “Running Away” Story Points: Ji Hun is bored and unhappy with his life in the band “Forever.” Inner thoughts reveal his frustration and desire to escape. He decides to run away; changes his appearance with a ginger curly wig and glasses to hide his identity. Ji Hun sneaks out, but security guards notice him and start chasing him. While running, he accidentally bumps into Min Joon, a girl with long curly black hair, wearing a hoodie and baggy jeans. They fall on the ground. Min Joon helps him up and insists on taking him to her home to relax. She offers him tea and biscuits; they start talking. Ji Hun lies and says his name is “Jin” and that he is an accountant. He notices posters of his band “Forever” in her room and realizes she is a fan. Min Joon praises Ji Hun’s voice, making him shy. Ji Hun talks about never enjoying life; Min Joon promises to teach him how to enjoy life. Ji Hun hesitates, worried about being recognized, but she reassures him. He agrees to go with her. Min Joon prepares to take him outside, setting up the transition to Chapter 2 (car ride and amusement park). Page/Panel Flow Suggestions: Pages 1–3: Ji Hun’s frustration, morning in the band dorm, decision to escape. Pages 4–5: Ji Hun changing disguise. Pages 6–8: Running and being chased by security guards. Pages 9–12: Collision with Min Joon, first meeting. Pages 13–16: Min Joon taking him home, tea and biscuits scene. Pages 17–20: Conversation about Ji Hun’s unhappiness, Min Joon promising to show him joy.
Mr. Chen has arranged for the little family to cross secretly into Hong Kong—a place known for its bright skyline and bustling streets. Under the cover of darkness and with careful planning, Siu Zi, her father and Grandmother, along with Mr. Chen have boarded a small boat that carries them silently across the water. The sea is calm, its surface reflecting a tapestry of starlight, as if the heavens themselves are guiding them. Siu-Zi lies nestled between her father and grandmother, wrapped up in blankets, in the forward part of an open boat with quiet motors propelling them along. Their is an air of mystery and tension.
This is a crazy scene. A tiny car, something like a Fiat Bambino careens down a mountain road with 4 people inside. 1 of them, the driver, is holding up the steering wheel, which is detached from its column. The people are comically frightened. The caption is "Hey, Who's Driving This Thing, Anyway?"
Inside an informal church in Kuala Lumpur. Wing Sun and his father and mother, along with Siu Zi, his friend from school are there together. We are standing in the back of the room, and there are many more people than there were in the London church. There are people of different ethnicities, but mostly Chinese Malaysian. The Pastor, a Chinese man, is standing up front speaking to the congregation, facing them. The atmosphere is hot and sweaty, with ceiling fans running, but still welcoming, Wing Sun is happy that his family is together and also that his friend Siu Zi, who he has just learned is a Christian, can be there too.
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
Foreground: Lady Liberty the lower center of the composition. She appears gaunt, exhausted, and emotionally hollowed out, with sunken cheeks and staring directly at the viewer. Theupper spikes of her crown have broken off, leaving jagged, broken bases. Tiny figures are falling from the rectangular viewing windows in the crown. Midground: Trump looms larger (30%), behind Lady Liberty. He grips the remaining outer crown spikes with both hands and pulls downward with all his might, trying to break the crown apart. His expression is cold, focused, and domineering. His hair is thinning, and his scalp is showing. He stares directly at the viewer while slightly tilting his head downward and his gaze upward, creating a looming, predator-like perspective. Background: Xi Jinping towers even larger behind Trump (30%). He is broader, calmer, and more physically solid than Trump, with a full face and thick dark hair. His hands grip Trump’s shoulders, and his fingers dig into them like claws, piercing the flesh. Xi’s posture is controlled ownership. He also stares directly at the viewer, leaning slightly forward with his gaze angled upward to intensify the towering perspective. Use exaggerated perspective so each figure stacks and enlarges upward. The atmosphere should feel oppressive, authoritarian, and on the verge of collapse.
Foreground: Lady Liberty the lower center of the composition. She appears gaunt, exhausted, and emotionally hollowed out, with sunken cheeks and staring directly at the viewer. Theupper spikes of her crown have broken off, leaving jagged, broken bases. Tiny figures are falling from the rectangular viewing windows in the crown. Midground: Trump looms larger (30%), behind Lady Liberty. He grips the remaining outer crown spikes with both hands and pulls downward with all his might, trying to break the crown apart. His expression is cold, focused, and domineering. His hair is thinning, and his scalp is showing. He stares directly at the viewer while slightly tilting his head downward and his gaze upward, creating a looming, predator-like perspective. Background: Xi Jinping towers even larger behind Trump (30%). He is broader, calmer, and more physically solid than Trump, with a full face and thick dark hair. His hands grip Trump’s shoulders, and his fingers dig into them like claws, piercing the flesh. Xi’s posture is controlled ownership. He also stares directly at the viewer, leaning slightly forward with his gaze angled upward to intensify the towering perspective. Use exaggerated perspective so each figure stacks and enlarges upward. The atmosphere should feel oppressive, authoritarian, and on the verge of collapse.
Foreground: Lady Liberty the lower center of the composition. She appears gaunt, exhausted, and emotionally hollowed out, with sunken cheeks and staring directly at the viewer. Theupper spikes of her crown have broken off, leaving jagged, broken bases. Tiny figures are falling from the rectangular viewing windows in the crown. Midground: Trump looms larger (30%), behind Lady Liberty. He grips the remaining outer crown spikes with both hands and pulls downward with all his might, trying to break the crown apart. His expression is cold, focused, and domineering. His hair is thinning, and his scalp is showing. He stares directly at the viewer while slightly tilting his head downward and his gaze upward, creating a looming, predator-like perspective. Background: Xi Jinping towers even larger behind Trump (30%). He is broader, calmer, and more physically solid than Trump, with a full face and thick dark hair. His hands grip Trump’s shoulders, and his fingers dig into them like claws, piercing the flesh. Xi’s posture is controlled ownership. He also stares directly at the viewer, leaning slightly forward with his gaze angled upward to intensify the towering perspective. Use exaggerated perspective so each figure stacks and enlarges upward. The atmosphere should feel oppressive, authoritarian, and on the verge of collapse.
Foreground: Lady Liberty the lower center of the composition. She appears gaunt, exhausted, and emotionally hollowed out, with sunken cheeks and staring directly at the viewer. Theupper spikes of her crown have broken off, leaving jagged, broken bases. Tiny figures are falling from the rectangular viewing windows in the crown. Midground: Trump looms larger (30%), behind Lady Liberty. He grips the remaining outer crown spikes with both hands and pulls downward with all his might, trying to break the crown apart. His expression is cold, focused, and domineering. His hair is thinning, and his scalp is showing. He stares directly at the viewer while slightly tilting his head downward and his gaze upward, creating a looming, predator-like perspective. Background: Xi Jinping towers even larger behind Trump (30%). He is broader, calmer, and more physically solid than Trump, with a full face and thick dark hair. His hands grip Trump’s shoulders, and his fingers dig into them like claws, piercing the flesh. Xi’s posture is controlled ownership. He also stares directly at the viewer, leaning slightly forward with his gaze angled upward to intensify the towering perspective. Use exaggerated perspective so each figure stacks and enlarges upward. The atmosphere should feel oppressive, authoritarian, and on the verge of collapse.
Foreground: Lady Liberty the lower center of the composition. She appears gaunt, exhausted, and emotionally hollowed out, with sunken cheeks and staring directly at the viewer. Theupper spikes of her crown have broken off, leaving jagged, broken bases. Tiny figures are falling from the rectangular viewing windows in the crown. Midground: Trump looms larger (30%), behind Lady Liberty. He grips the remaining outer crown spikes with both hands and pulls downward with all his might, trying to break the crown apart. His expression is cold, focused, and domineering. His hair is thinning, and his scalp is showing. He stares directly at the viewer while slightly tilting his head downward and his gaze upward, creating a looming, predator-like perspective. Background: Xi Jinping towers even larger behind Trump (30%). He is broader, calmer, and more physically solid than Trump, with a full face and thick dark hair. His hands grip Trump’s shoulders, and his fingers dig into them like claws, piercing the flesh. Xi’s posture is controlled ownership. He also stares directly at the viewer, leaning slightly forward with his gaze angled upward to intensify the towering perspective. Use exaggerated perspective so each figure stacks and enlarges upward. The atmosphere should feel oppressive, authoritarian, and on the verge of collapse.
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