Sweat Drops of Blood

“My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow. It is killing me.”

In anguish he prayed, imploring for another way, acknowledging his faithfulness. The weight of all at stake pressed so heavily on his heart drops of blood were forced from his pores onto the garden below.

written by Troy DeShano
Artist Info

Troy DeShano Troy is a blue-collar artist, illustrator and designer from Traverse City, Michigan. He blogs at Strong Odors and is co-founder of Old & New Project.

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