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Ormond War Memorial Art Gallery
No. 37
THE SHORE OF THE NARROW
SEA
With her waist encircled by the
old arm which has supported her through
life, the aged mother holds out her
palsied hand to the child speeding to
the reunion of loved ones. Christ
whispers: "Here they come," and in
their eagerness to embrace, the
angels are outstripped as they hurry
forward with their message of
welcome.
They heed not the rising tide
for there is no death for these. They love, and where true love is
there can be no death, for Love is God, Conqueror of Death.
No. 38
SAFE IN THE ARMS OF JESUS
The mother has climbed to
the dark attic and by the light of
the flickering candle, tenderly
fondles the cherished belongings of
a departed loved one In the quiet
of this upper room the Spirit within
speaks to her and she is comforted
by a realization that her beloved is
not dead but alive and safe in the
loving care of the Creator of all life.
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No. 37
THE SHORE OF THE NARROW
SEA
With her waist encircled by the
old arm which has supported her through
life, the aged mother holds out her
palsied hand to the child speeding to
the reunion of loved ones. Christ
whispers: "Here they come," and in
their eagerness to embrace, the
angels are outstripped as they hurry
forward with their message of
welcome.
They heed not the rising tide
for there is no death for these. They love, and where true love is
there can be no death, for Love is God, Conqueror of Death.
No. 38
SAFE IN THE ARMS OF JESUS
The mother has climbed to
the dark attic and by the light of
the flickering candle, tenderly
fondles the cherished belongings of
a departed loved one In the quiet
of this upper room the Spirit within
speaks to her and she is comforted
by a realization that her beloved is
not dead but alive and safe in the
loving care of the Creator of all life.
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