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Gideon Brits

Model: Flux (dev)

Prompt:

I serve the God of glory, Who spoke and stars took flight, Declared His name to Moses, A flame in...Show more
Scale: 3
Steps: 28
Seed: 1142741706
Width: 1024
Height: 1024

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The screams have gone
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Few still stand tall
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Prompt:
Prompt: I serve the God of glory,
Who spoke and stars took flight,
Declared His name to Moses,
A flame in desert night.
Not bound by man’s tradition,
Nor carved by hands of clay—
His Word, alive and burning,
Still speaks to me today.
His mercy—onbeskryflik,
Too vast for tongue to frame,
Yet near enough to whisper
The power of His name.
He gave me breath and reason,
He placed the choice in me;
To walk the path of worship,
And serve Him joyfully.
All earth and I am groaning,
For heaven’s song begun—
Let justice roll like rivers,
Let all things find the Son.
I choose His will, His wonder,
My soul in Him is free—
The risen Christ, my anchor,
Who reigns eternally.


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Prompt: "A stunning, celestial scene in the night sky, where the stars of the Orion constellation are connected by glowing, ethereal lines to form a religious cross. The stars of Orion — Betelgeuse, Rigel, Bellatrix, and Saiph — are highlighted as key points, with their bright, individual glows radiating through the darkness. The vertical line of the cross is formed by Betelgeuse and Rigel, while the horizontal line is formed by Bellatrix and Saiph, creating a cross-like shape in the sky. The background is a vast, starry sky with nebulae and cosmic dust, giving the scene a mystical, divine atmosphere. The cross should feel spiritual and otherworldly, with a soft, glowing light illuminating the stars and the intersecting lines that form the cross."
Prompt: I serve the God of glory,
Who spoke and stars took flight,
Declared His name to Moses,
A flame in desert night.
Not bound by man’s tradition,
Nor carved by hands of clay—
His Word, alive and burning,
Still speaks to me today.
His mercy—onbeskryflik,
Too vast for tongue to frame,
Yet near enough to whisper
The power of His name.
He gave me breath and reason,
He placed the choice in me;
To walk the path of worship,
And serve Him joyfully.
All earth and I am groaning,
For heaven’s song begun—
Let justice roll like rivers,
Let all things find the Son.
I choose His will, His wonder,
My soul in Him is free—
The risen Christ, my anchor,
Who reigns eternally.


(Note; 24 images following the words of the poem above forming one cohesive whole)
Prompt: I serve the God of glory,
Who spoke and stars took flight,
Declared His name to Moses,
A flame in desert night.
Not bound by man’s tradition,
Nor carved by hands of clay—
His Word, alive and burning,
Still speaks to me today.
His mercy—onbeskryflik,
Too vast for tongue to frame,
Yet near enough to whisper
The power of His name.
He gave me breath and reason,
He placed the choice in me;
To walk the path of worship,
And serve Him joyfully.
All earth and I am groaning,
For heaven’s song begun—
Let justice roll like rivers,
Let all things find the Son.
I choose His will, His wonder,
My soul in Him is free—
The risen Christ, my anchor,
Who reigns eternally.


(Note; 24 images following the words of the poem above forming one cohesive whole)
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Somewhere bleeding in the night, yeah
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Prompt: Jesus Christ on the Cross looking up to heaven showing the cloud is divided with lightnings with glowing between
Prompt: When the Cymbal Rang
I spoke with reason,
not with love—
a cold intention dressed as light.
The cymbal rang, hollow and proud,
and the silence that followed
was louder than sound.
I stood beneath an open sky,
but the sky fell dark.
Not in fear—
in awe.
The trees stood still,
and even the wind held its breath
as the veil between worlds
unfolded.
I was not lost.
I was unmade.
Emptied of striving,
stripped of solving,
standing at the edge of vastness
that needed no fixing.
And there—
in the great nothing,
I saw Everything.
No voice. No light.
Only glory,
infinite and quiet,
pressed into the fabric of the void.
I had tried to be good.
To be right.
To choose what made sense.
But grace is not earned
by clean intentions.
It simply comes—
when heaven decides
it is time.
And I—
the clanging cymbal—
was silenced
by the soundless song of God.