Light of the world, You stepped down into darkness!

I remember being in the darkness...

such a very dark black pit it was that I was in, covered in guilt and shame.

Condemnation, no purity in heart; I was "walking dead" and lame.

But it was Him who reached and pulled me out.

I stretch forth and grab, and then I shout, "Hallelujah, MY LORD GOD REIGNS!"

Thank You Lord for redeeming this pain;You covered it under your blood spilt name.

Redeeming my sin, my shame...and trading for all your love, I've gained!

Wholeness, purity, free I fly...and so happy with The Life, You and I.

Jade N. Ciccone

He Speaks to His Prophets

Medium: Pastels

Jade N. Ciccone

It was an honor as the Lord revealed himself to me as He stood behind Sharon Stone while she delivered His message of LOVE and HOPE to His people!

I could not for the life of me get the image of Him that I saw standing behind her out of my head, I had to paint it that evening!

Thank you Lord for the beautiful SEER gift you have given me.

Painting of Tear Drop (Untitled)

Medium: Watercolor

Jade N. Ciccone

Carrying My Cross

Put me in Your freedom and I'll put up with the pain because it's a good pain, a worthy pain, carrying His cross on my shoulders.  People will know why I believe in Christ, look above for inspiration, and give the pieces of my past to Him; the source of my forgiveness.

Jade N. Ciccone

Luke 9:23 (Whole Chapter)

And he said to them all, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me.

Why Do I Believe?

Imagine erasing past damage to create endless reasons to celebrate, reasons to believe...because the greatest freedom is to believe!

Jade N. Ciccone

Psalm 103:12
As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.
2 Corinthians 5:17
Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.

Who Are You?

Who are you, Man I see; tall…dark…handsome, though not what I pictured you to be?

You’re standing here looking and staring, I’m wondering why you’re watching and sharing…

Gazing moments into my eyes, but not where I see it’s into where my soul cries.

My heart…inside…my deepest places, searching and observing my many faces.

Who are you, Man I see; why are you even looking at me?

Are you here on assignment? Are you going to stay? Are you just passing through, go ahead, on your way!

Why are you searching my treasure’s chest? What are you looking for…please put my soul at rest.

Standing here at this door…I answered…I opened, have you found what you’re looking for?

Who are you, Man I see, are you the one God sent to be?

Jade N. Ciccone