I’m sitting on the smoldering edges of a broken promise;
Watching the institutions of a nation begin to crumble.
Loved by some, hated by others,
Relied upon, taken for granted;
Rome is ignited; but it isn’t buildings that burn…
A dense smoke is rising, singed in desperation!
The slow burn of anger held inside…
Like damaged electric wiring in the walls of a building;
Shorting out for months, for years…
Then suddenly, sending a flame shooting along its entire length!
Setting fire to every wall seemingly, at once;
Reducing everything to ash.
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Love this and the artwork
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The title of this painting is: “While my House was Burning”…that’s kind of how I feel in the U.S. today…
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Yes. So true!
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That is a perfect description of America today. What a sad mess. Also used the perfect compairson by bringing up Rome.
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All human civilizations eventually, fall and the crash is horrible but God won’t ever allow us to complete any tower to Heaven. Someday, there will be a final crash, the resulting confusion, and then the intervention that brings a better world. We have to look beyond it and trust God. Still, I love America…
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Me too. Love your message. Agree 100%
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One day the world would pass, all will fade away, except what’s done for Christ will last…
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Yes, and that truth is what we have to set our spiritual eyes on when all seems to be coming apart.
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Amen
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