Born from the Dead


 Born from the Dead

A painting and a silhouette expression of three different flowers growing from the same stem which grows right out if a Buried Baby's Belly Button.

The hyssop - A symbol of substitution, transfer of guilt on the sacrificial lamb. (Reminds you of someone?)

The Rose - A symbol of enduring passion, humility, perfection and eternal love.(only one man fits perfectly into that)

The Dogwood - A symbol of ressurection and rebirth.(I bet you know who its all about now)

Only the Gospel saves, it is the news that your sins are forgiven and God accepts you if you believe. It is Gods power to save man. 

The seed (Jesus) fell to the ground and from him life eternal sprung up (Christ) at ressurection. He is alive today indwelling everyone who believes. Hallelujah!

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