Thou I Walk Through The Valley Shadow Of Death I Shall Fear No Evil Art

An Asian Slice
At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night,
A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap.  Someone might think he’s sleeping.  He’s smoking heroin.  Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn.

Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, 
hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad.  Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy.  Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
Something that illustrates psalm 119 very emotional and I spring and displays love and encouragement
Now, we’ll all have our time on the rapid
And we may end together, alone,
going ‘round and about in an eddy
bruised and broken and soaked to the bone.
But the eddy keeps silent the wild current’s call
alongside those now grateful captains and all
we are given reprieve from a death at the fall
as we move to and fro’ in the spin.
We stand safe, as the spin takes us in.
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite.  Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders.
And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud.  Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop.  Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth:  They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.
Fancy text:  Jesus said, Before Abraham was born, I AM
An outdoor scene in at the beach.  A White Mom and African-American Dad walk away from the camera with their two kids, all holding hands.  The mood is warm and safe.  The sun is setting in the distance.  Everyone is wearing beach-style clothes, not bathing suits.  It's a pretty happy family.
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite.  Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders.
And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud.  Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop.  Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth:  They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.
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!
Personal POV scene. Me and Jesus in the desert on a cool morning at daybreak walking toward a bright star. Jesus is wearing old clothes and carrying a satchel. I’m wearing old clothes and sandals just like Him. The air is cool and crisp. The sky is bright blue on the horizon with deep purple fading into black at the upper atmosphere. The air is crisp and clear. It’s like the desert in California looking east toward Arizona. There are desert hills on the north and south sides and mountains in the distance.
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite.  Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders.
And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud.  Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop.  Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth:  They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon, high up on the left, forgot to go away.
a painting of a group of people walking up some steps
a painting of a group of people walking up a hill
They shall build houses and inhabit them;
they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.
I want an image featuring only fire and earthworms as a figurative interpretation of Mark 9:44 without any ghoulishness.
bicyle resting against a wall
Create without words “So we will never fear even if every structure of support were to crumble away. We will not fear even when the earth quakes and shakes, moving mountains and casting them into the sea.” (Psalms 46:2, TPT)
 Recompense to no man evil for evil. Provide things honest in the sight of all men.
I will trust in him and not be afraid.

For the Lord is my stronghold and my sure defense, *
and he will be my Savior.

Therefore you shall draw water with rejoicing *
from the springs of salvation.
“Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.” (Psalms 1:1, KJV)
a tree in nature
Express without words “So we will never fear even if every structure of support were to crumble away. We will not fear even when the earth quakes and shakes, moving mountains and casting them into the sea.” (Psalms 46:2, TPT)
They shall build houses and inhabit them;
they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.
animal standing in natural pose
a student in 90s school uniform walking through cherry blossoms
They shall build houses and inhabit them;
they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.

They shall not build and another inhabit;
they shall not plant and another eat;

for like the days of a tree shall the days of my people be,
and my chosen shall long enjoy the work of their hands.
They shall build houses and inhabit them;
they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.

They shall not build and another inhabit;
they shall not plant and another eat;

for like the days of a tree shall the days of my people be,
and my chosen shall long enjoy the work of their hands.
They shall build houses and inhabit them;
they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.

They shall not build and another inhabit;
they shall not plant and another eat;

for like the days of a tree shall the days of my people be,
and my chosen shall long enjoy the work of their hands.
portrait of two people together
Ancient Jerusalem street scene during the feast of passover.  A feeling of festivity.  Pilgrims walking in the marketplace.  Vendors in booths on both sides of the street.  Bright spring day with good weather.
serene landscape with mountains and water
wide landscape with natural scenery
When you pass through the waters,
    I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
    they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
    you will not be burned;
    the flames will not set you ablaze.
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
a painting of a woman walking down the street
Now, we’ll all have our time on the rapid
And we may end together, alone,
going ‘round and about in an eddy
bruised and broken and soaked to the bone.
But the eddy keeps silent the wild current’s call
alongside those now grateful captains and all
we are given reprieve from a death at the fall
as we move to and fro’ in the spin.
We stand safe, as the spin takes us in.
bicyle resting against a wall
a painting of people walking down a city street
A koi pond seen from above, orange and white koi fish swimming among lily pads, clear water with subtle ripples, fallen cherry blossom petals floating on the surface, dappled sunlight
urban street with city activity
house with front view
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