05/02/2026
A Kingdom Called Joy Collection
“Another Day Clean”
36x48” Oil on Canvas
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We don’t want to perform for love anymore, our love is so cheap… indebted to others validation. A shallow mystery. Predictable are the days of plenty..
When the lack of pursuit seem to consume me.
My habits call for me once again. Ease my contempt numb my pain for greed or glory.
Even with you the more joy, then greater my mountains before me.
I’ll just sit here with you, no smoke and no stale fantasies, but I’ll take in the view. Until time moves beyond what seems impossible.
God wants more for me… I just can’t climb o’er that horizon.
Why does wanting better… betray me? Yesterday must be burned on the altar of today. May tomorrow see better days.
Coming down from a high or a higher reality?
Jesus came down, He hurt it says. Hungry and thirsty. Can a man’s hunger and tears feed me?
Surely I will be fed, and make his story a place in my bed.
Maybe one day this bird of prey will pray alive again.
My doubt shrink like my pride and my eyes fix on the prize.
For now I’m clean. Another day another reason not to give in.
“Behold, you delight in truth in the inward being, and you teach me wisdom in the secret heart. Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that you have broken rejoice. Hide your face from my sins, and blot out all my iniquities. Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from your presence, and take not your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit. Then I will teach transgressors your ways, and sinners will return to you.”
Psalm 51:6-13 ESV