How satisfying we are to our King. We are His bride, He tells us how he sees us. One with Him he finds the promised land flowing with milk and honey inside us. After all He has known us since before our beginning here on earth.
Your flaws and mistakes don’t phase Him. He calls you to come away and remember who you truly are. A place where He can tend your heart. There’s no condemnation there, only complete never ending encapsulating love. Love that casts out all shame and fear.
This piece is a remembrance of that perfect love where we find ourselves wrapped up in the promised land of Oneness with King Jesus. He in us, us in Him. We are fastened to His heart and never let go.
“How satisfying to me, my equal, my bride. Your love is my finest wine-intoxicating and thrilling. And your sweet perfumed praises-so exotic, so pleasing. Your loving words are like the honeycomb to me; your tongue releases milk and honey, for I find the promised land flowing within you. The fragrance of your worshipping love surrounds you with scented robes of white.”
Song of Songs 4:10-11 TPT
16 x 20 Acrylic on canvas
How satisfying we are to our King. We are His bride, He tells us how he sees us. One with Him he finds the promised land flowing with milk and honey inside us. After all He has known us since before our beginning here on earth.
Your flaws and mistakes don’t phase Him. He calls you to come away and remember who you truly are. A place where He can tend your heart. There’s no condemnation there, only complete never ending encapsulating love. Love that casts out all shame and fear.
This piece is a remembrance of that perfect love where we find ourselves wrapped up in the promised land of Oneness with King Jesus. He in us, us in Him. We are fastened to His heart and never let go.
“How satisfying to me, my equal, my bride. Your love is my finest wine-intoxicating and thrilling. And your sweet perfumed praises-so exotic, so pleasing. Your loving words are like the honeycomb to me; your tongue releases milk and honey, for I find the promised land flowing within you. The fragrance of your worshipping love surrounds you with scented robes of white.”
Song of Songs 4:10-11 TPT
16 x 20 Acrylic on canvas
