‘He Sees Us’ Print

In this limited edition print is a poignant reflection on hope, reminding us that we are seen, even in the darkest storms of life.

Medium: Museum Archival Inks on Hahnemühle Rag Fine Art Paper

Dimensions: Each print is a museum-quality archival ink replica, presented on fine art paper with an elegant white border that includes the title, signature, and print number. Available in 8×10, 11×14, and 17×22 sizes.

Artist’s Note:

“There are moments when life feels unbearably heavy, and in those times, I find myself searching for something solid to hold onto. He Sees Us speaks to that kind of hope—the kind that doesn’t erase the storms but instead reminds us that we are not alone in them. Inspired by Christ’s watchful presence over His disciples as they rowed through the night, this piece embodies the reassurance that, even when we feel lost and adrift, He is watching, guiding, and waiting for the perfect moment to calm our waves. I hope this artwork serves as a gentle reminder that He sees us, holds us, and strengthens us to keep going until peace returns.”

Rowing Through the Night

In the quiet hours, we row alone,
With winds that toss and waters unknown.
Darkness thick, the shore out of sight,
Rowing forward in the empty night.

The weight bears down, a heavy load,
And strength fades slowly on this road.
Yet somewhere beyond, a light will gleam,
A quiet hope, a guiding beam.

He watches close, though we can’t see,
His gaze on us, steadfastly.
Through waves that crash and storms that rise,
His love a watchtower in disguise.

For hope doesn’t end the storm’s fierce cry,
But lends us wings when waves are high.
To keep on rowing, breath by breath,
Through weary nights and tides of death.

And when the hour is perfect, still,
The storm will bow to His gentle will.
He’ll step beside us on the sea,
Our Savior, present, endlessly.

So as we row through darkened tides,
Let us remember He’s at our side.
Seen or unseen, He waits and knows,
The weight we bear, the wind that blows.

He sees our strength, He feels our pain,
Our hands grown weak, our arms in strain.
In every wave and every gust,
We’re held by love, and He’s our trust.

For in each storm, through rise and fall,
He calms, He holds, He carries all.
Hope doesn’t mean the storm departs,
But peace within our restless hearts.

— es

Let this piece be a gentle reminder that He sees us—each row, each struggle, each breath. He is watching, guiding, and, in His perfect timing, bringing peace to our storms.

Also check out the Heirloom Ornamental of these piece!