In speech bubble: We are the Children of the King
Under speech bubble:
more than anything
we are his. Light of the world
City on a hill, and this city is the
city waiting to be changed.
And the Rythem of the Night echos in my
head with the beat of the drum following a thum-
thum-thum. I believe and I know you
are Kind of all. King of me at least.
In my InterVasity chapter we talk a lot about how we can use our art as worship in some way. This is what I came up with when I was given the space to do just that. Both the eye and the crown have been re-occurring themes whenever I draw these days. It gives me the idea that God is watching over me. The crown reminds me that I am an heir to the throne of heaven, just because I am a child of the King.