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THE CLOTH

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At my first sight of Robin's Artwork
of Jesus' face on the cloth,
I felt Power in it! When I held it to my
chest I could feel the Spiritual Energy
emanating from it!
That, along with Robin's Spiritual
Energy poured into this piece,
it physically made my knees weak.
This artwork continues to be a blessing
to my home and to my heart.
- Katherine, Central Coast, CA
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  • ABOUT ROBIN

    ABOUT ROBIN

    The artist's vocation is to send light into the human heart -
    Robert Schumann

    Robin Hanley is recognized throughout the world for her spiritually inspired works of art.

    Her compelling story regarding the intricate Divine Design of her art and Biblical prophecy was prominently featured in the Amazon Documentary TORAH CODES - END TO DARKNESS: starring renowned Jewish Biblical Scholars, Scientists and Sages;

    https://www.amazon.com/Torah-Codes-Professor-Eliyahu-Rips/dp/B074NBLSWZ/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2599YT9PQDGB8&dchild=1&keywords=torah+codes+-+end+to+darkness&qid=1599247199&s=instant-video&sprefix=Torah+code%2Cinstant-video%2C233&sr=1-1

    Robin's art has been presented to Presidents, the United States Secretary of Defense and Secretary of State. Her painting titled Jerusalem of Gold hangs in the office of Israel's Ministry of Defense and Tribute to a Warrior is displayed in the Israeli Knesset and the office of Israel's Minister of Justice. Her painting of IDF Soldier Gilad Shalit titled "Coming Home" is prominently displayed at Ha Miflaht, The Soldier's House in Jerusalem.

    Robin's American values inspire her to focus on the men and women who serve the cause of freedom. She was guest speaker for Wounded Warriors as she shared her art. Her acclaimed painting depicting NYPD officer Vinnie Gravelli, carrying a small child to safety in the midst of the devastation of 9/11 is displayed in the NYPD conference room. In addition to her art, Robin is a strong advocate for women and children. Her moving art is featured in Women's Crisis centers around the nation. Robin also works passionately at bringing inspirational stories to film.

    She is co-executive producer of the major motion picture, "I'm Not Ashamed," The Rachel Joy Scott Story. I'm Not Ashamed was nominated for Best Inspirational Film of the Year 2017 by The G.M.A. Dove Awards. The film is about the life and faith of Rachel Joy Scott, the first student killed in the Columbine mass shooting. It is a life changing and inspiring true story of one teenage girl's impact in her school, her city and a Nation. Robin is an associate member of WGAw and a member of Film Independent.

    Robin's passion is being a voice for the voiceless as depicted through her illustrations in children's books.

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  • To meet the Fountain of the life of Truth I run, for I weary of a life of vanity and emptiness. To see the face of my King is mine only aim; <br />
I will fear none but Him, nor set up any other to be feared. Would that it were mine to see him in a dream!<br />
I would sleep an everlasting sleep and never wake. Would I might behold His face within my heart!<br />
Mine eyes would never ask to look Beyond.<br />
-Jehuda Halevi

    To meet the Fountain of the life of Truth I run, for I weary of a life of vanity and emptiness. To see the face of my King is mine only aim;
    I will fear none but Him, nor set up any other to be feared. Would that it were mine to see him in a dream!
    I would sleep an everlasting sleep and never wake. Would I might behold His face within my heart!
    Mine eyes would never ask to look Beyond.
    -Jehuda Halevi

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  • To purchase The Cloth wall hanging, click on PAYPAL tab at the top of the Gallery Please email me with your contact info for shipping

    To purchase The Cloth wall hanging, click on PAYPAL tab at the top of the Gallery Please email me with your contact info for shipping

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  • And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands for us;  yes,  establish the work of our hands. - Psalm 90:17

    And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands for us; yes, establish the work of our hands. - Psalm 90:17

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    JesusYeshuaThe ShroudFace of Jesus

  • He was a mountain burning in the night, yet He was a soft glow beyond the hills. He was a tempest in the sky, yet He was a murmur in the mist of daybreak.<br />
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He was a torrent pouring from the heights to the plains to destroy all things in its path. And He was like the laughter of children.<br />
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Every year I had waited for spring to visit this valley. I had waited for the lilies and the cyclamen, and then every year my soul had been saddened within me; for ever I longed to rejoice with the spring, yet I could not.<br />
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But when Jesus came to my seasons He was indeed a spring, and in Him was the promise of all the years to come. He filled my heart with joy; and like the violets I grew, a shy thing, in the light of His coming.<br />
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And now the changing seasons of worlds not yet ours shall not erase His loveliness from this our world.<br />
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Nay, Jesus was not a phantom, nor a conception of the poets. He was man like yourself and myself. But only to sight and touch and hearing; in all other ways He was unlike us.<br />
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He was a man of joy; and it was upon the path of joy that He met the sorrows of all men. And it was from the high roofs of His sorrows that He beheld the joy of all men.<br />
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He saw visions that we did not see, and heard voices that we did not hear; and He spoke as if to invisible multitudes, and ofttimes He spoke through us to races yet unborn.<br />
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And Jesus was often alone. He was among us yet not one with us. He was upon the earth, yet He was of the sky. And only in our aloneness may we visit the land of His aloneness.<br />
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He loved us with tender love. His heart was a winepress. You and I could approach with a cup and drink therefrom.<br />
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One thing I did not use to understand in Jesus: He would make merry with His listeners; He would tell jests and play upon words, and laugh with all the fullness of His heart, even when there were distances in His eyes and sadness in His voice. But I understand now.<br />
<br />
I often think of the earth as a woman heavy with her first child. When Jesus was born, He was the first child. And when He died, He was the first man to die.<br />
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For did it not appear to you that the earth was stilled on that dark Friday, and the heavens were at war with the heavens?<br />
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And felt you not when His face disappeared from our sight as if we were naught but memories in the mist.<br />
-Jesus Son of Man, Khalil Gibran

    He was a mountain burning in the night, yet He was a soft glow beyond the hills. He was a tempest in the sky, yet He was a murmur in the mist of daybreak.

    He was a torrent pouring from the heights to the plains to destroy all things in its path. And He was like the laughter of children.

    Every year I had waited for spring to visit this valley. I had waited for the lilies and the cyclamen, and then every year my soul had been saddened within me; for ever I longed to rejoice with the spring, yet I could not.

    But when Jesus came to my seasons He was indeed a spring, and in Him was the promise of all the years to come. He filled my heart with joy; and like the violets I grew, a shy thing, in the light of His coming.

    And now the changing seasons of worlds not yet ours shall not erase His loveliness from this our world.

    Nay, Jesus was not a phantom, nor a conception of the poets. He was man like yourself and myself. But only to sight and touch and hearing; in all other ways He was unlike us.

    He was a man of joy; and it was upon the path of joy that He met the sorrows of all men. And it was from the high roofs of His sorrows that He beheld the joy of all men.

    He saw visions that we did not see, and heard voices that we did not hear; and He spoke as if to invisible multitudes, and ofttimes He spoke through us to races yet unborn.

    And Jesus was often alone. He was among us yet not one with us. He was upon the earth, yet He was of the sky. And only in our aloneness may we visit the land of His aloneness.

    He loved us with tender love. His heart was a winepress. You and I could approach with a cup and drink therefrom.

    One thing I did not use to understand in Jesus: He would make merry with His listeners; He would tell jests and play upon words, and laugh with all the fullness of His heart, even when there were distances in His eyes and sadness in His voice. But I understand now.

    I often think of the earth as a woman heavy with her first child. When Jesus was born, He was the first child. And when He died, He was the first man to die.

    For did it not appear to you that the earth was stilled on that dark Friday, and the heavens were at war with the heavens?

    And felt you not when His face disappeared from our sight as if we were naught but memories in the mist.
    -Jesus Son of Man, Khalil Gibran

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  • Sand from the ASCENSION in Jerusalem

    Sand from the ASCENSION in Jerusalem

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  • SITE OF THE ASCENSION - JERUSALEM.        Sand from the venerated site of Jesus' footprints as he ascended to heaven ... mysteriously found in my Grandson's pocket  :}  when he boarded the plane to come home

    SITE OF THE ASCENSION - JERUSALEM. Sand from the venerated site of Jesus' footprints as he ascended to heaven ... mysteriously found in my Grandson's pocket :} when he boarded the plane to come home

    Jesus led the eleven disciples to Bethany, a village on the Mount of Olives, where he instructs them to remain in Jerusalem until the coming of the Holy Spirit: "And it came to pass, while he blessed them, he parted from them, and was carried up into heaven. And they worshiped him, and returned to Jerusalem with great joy." - Luke 24

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