Colossians 3:12-14 NKJV

"Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection."

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And Jesus Gave to Us | All Remains Praise

December 12, 2017 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

“And as they did eat, Jesus took bread, and blessed, and brake it, and gave to them, and said, ‘Take, eat: this is My body.’
And He took the cup, and when He had given thanks, He gave it to them: and they all drank of it.
And He said unto them, ‘This is My blood of the new testament, which is shed for many.'” Mark 14:22-24 KJV

I cut my hair
my heart
one day.
Bled tears of joy
more tears of pain.

What sorrow, Lord,
is this I taste?

“Thou hast set our iniquities before Thee, our secret sins in the light of Thy countenance.” Psalm 90:8 KJV

Lord, cut the
bindings from my head.
Lord, bleed away
my dreams misled.

What spaces, Lord,
have You so graced?

“Return, O Lord! How long?…O, satisfy us early with Thy mercy, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.” Psalm 90:13a, 14 NKJV

I cut into
much doubt
much rage.
Bled tears of youth
and tears of age.

What sweetness, Lord,
makes way, makes haste?

“Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish Thou the work of our hands upon us…” Psalm 90:17a, b KJV

Lord, cut the
shackles from my hands.
Lord, bleed away
my misplaced plans.

What sickness, Lord,
bides far from waste?

“Make us glad according to the days wherein Thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil…So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.” Psalm 90:15, 12 KJV

There will be nothing left, save
for myself now saved…
yet out of all the remains,
for this to remain…

Most Holy God, my God,
is a gift. A gift I will
strive and race and run to lift
to You in praise
for the rest of my days in
forever as I
–Lord have mercy–
as I pray to proclaim:

“O King of kings and Lord of lords,
how great is Thy goodness!
To the praise of the glory of His grace,
wherein He has made us accepted in the beloved,
blessed be the name of the LORD
from this time forth and even forever more.”
In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, one God, Amen.

1 Timothy 6:15, Psalm 31:19, Ephesians 1:6, Psalm 113:2 KJV


Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs

Salvation for Our Weary Souls | Christ’s Invitation

September 26, 2016 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

“[Jesus] said unto them, ‘They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick. But go ye and learn what that meaneth, I will have mercy, and not sacrifice: for I am not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.'” Matthew 9:12-13 KJV

We the broken, bleeding, the torn;
We the grieving, sobbing, the mourning;
We the pleading, praying, the worn —

Let us listen to Christ’s invitation.

“Take My yoke upon you, and learn of Me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For My yoke is easy, and My burden is light.” Matthew 11:29-30 KJV

Let us choose salvation for our weary souls.

“…’Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.'” from Mark 9:24 KJV

Let us lift our hands in exaltation.

“And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment.” Matthew 12:30 KJV

Let us live in service and compassion.

“And the second is like, namely this, ‘Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.’ There is none other commandment greater than these.” Matthew 12:31 KJV

Let us pursue purpose-driven aspirations.

“But as God hath distributed to every man, as the Lord hath called every one, so let him walk…” 1 Corinthians 7:17 KJV

Let us seek God-gifted inspiration.

“And this I pray, that your love may abound yet more and more in knowledge and in all judgment” Philippians 1:9 KJV

Being filled with adoration for He Who freed us from our soul-consuming desperation.

“To the praise of the glory of His grace, wherein He hath made us accepted in the beloved.” Ephesians 1:6 KJV

This is our declaration:

“Hereby know we that we dwell in Him, and He in us, because He hath given us of His Spirit. And we have seen and do testify that the Father sent the Son to be the Saviour of the world.” 1 John 4:13-14 KJV

We the heirs, created, the children;
We the called, beloved, the strengthened;
We the undefeated, unquelled, the arisen —

Let us choose salvation for our weary souls.

“The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in Him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise Him.” Psalm 28:7 KJV

1 John 4:13-14 KJV


Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs

Breathe, Sing, Dance | Alive in Christ

April 22, 2016 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

“…for it is time to seek the Lord, till He come and rain righteousness upon you.” Hosea 10:12b KJV

Lift your weary head.
Feel the weight release.
Stand up straight,
and pour out all the anguishing debris.

Let’s breathe soundly to salvation-hued freedom tunes.
Lord have mercy. Have mercy on us. Hear us and have mercy.

Breathe in
Breathe out
And inhale and exhale and inhale
Have mercy.
Lord hear us.
Have mercy O Lord.

Look up at the sky.
Feel the glowing light.
Be still, soul,
and dance tenderly, anxious beating heart.

Let’s sing a deep-rising hymn of our faithful Friend.
Sing heartbeat — lub dub, lub dub, lub dub.

(Lub dub)
(Lub dub)
For Jesus is calling earnestly
Lub dub,

Come dance in the rain.
Feel the raindrops cleanse.
Embrace the grace
and the bright hope falling into place.

Let’s twirl in the circle of God’s unending love.
Rain on me, Lord. Rain in me, Lord. Reign in me, Lord.

Throughout all the spaces in between
Rain on,
Rain in,
Reign in me Lord.

Cry out in the valley.
Call out to Him, Whose eye is on the sparrow.

Let Christ restore in green pastures.
And so leap and dance and shout in joy again.

Vibrant and Alive.

“I will sing unto the Lord, because He hath dealt bountifully with me.” Psalm 13:6 KJV


Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs

Jesus, take these words… | A Life of Love

March 2, 2015 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

“For, brethren, ye have been called unto liberty; only use not liberty for an occasion to the flesh, but by love serve one another. For all the law is fulfilled in one word, even in this; ‘Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.'” Galatians 5:13-14 KJV

Jesus, take my ears —
Comfort with them, make patience.
Help me hear better.

Jesus, take my eyes —
Understand with them, make light.
Guide me to see more.

Jesus, take my lips —
Encourage with them, make joy.
Let me minister.

Jesus, take my feet —
Outreach with them, make brothers.
Direct me forward.

Jesus, take my hands —
Heal with them, make melodies.
Shape me to do so.

Jesus, take my heart —
Inspire with it, make kindness.
Teach me compassion.

Jesus, take my mind —
Seek with it, make discernment.
Show me Your wonders.

Jesus, here’s my life —
Fulfill my purpose in You.
I give You my love.

“I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, Who loved me, and gave Himself for me.” Galatians 2:20 KJV

Jesus, take these words


Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs

My Heart Cries Today | God Answers Our Prayers

January 2, 2015 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

Blessed be the Lord, because He hath heard the voice of my supplications.” Psalm 28:6 KJV

In the middle of the day,
Hidden in the blinding sun,
I cry.
My heart cries for company.
It cries from the pain of loneliness,
Cries to see You more.

Yet, in the middle of the day,
Lit by the bright noon sky,
I rejoice.
My heart rejoices in the warm rays’ hugs.
It rejoices in the friendly hummingbirds.
Rejoices in Your comforting arms.

In the middle of the night,
Hidden in the dark shadows,
I cry.
My heart cries for meaning.
It cries from the pain of ignorance.
Cries to hear You more.

But, in the middle of the night,
Lit by the stars and moon,
I rejoice.
My heart rejoices in a soft sound sleep.
It rejoices in sweet purpose-filled dreams,
Rejoices in Your tender mighty song.

In the midst of dusk and dawn,
Hidden in the painted clouds,
I cry.
My heart cries for others’ struggles.
It cries from the pain of their trials,
Cries to know You more.

Still, in the midst of dusk and dawn,
Lit by the jewel-tone streaks,
I rejoice.
My heart rejoices in a new day.
It rejoices in the hope of tomorrow,
Rejoices in Your everlasting love.

Yet the Lord will command His lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night His song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.” Psalm 42:8 KJV



Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs

To a Beautiful Place: Hope in All Trials

May 26, 2014 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

Am I living in a nightmare,
with each day bringing new horrors?
Where pain is king
and each moment of rest is fleeting,
taunting me of what I do not have.


No, I am living in a dream,
And each new adventure is a plot twist.
Because a King does exist
Who turns each trial to victory,
a taste of the joy that is to come.

Am I living in an insolvable maze,
with each turn sending me farther away from the exit?
Where chaos is king
and each possibility of escape is overturned,
dissolving into more confusion.


No, I am living in a treasure hunt,
with nuggets of joy found all around.
Because a King does exist
Who turns puzzles into opportunities,
showing us the hope that we can have.

Am I living in a violent storm
with nothing more to offer than silver linings?
Where each lightening bolt brings me down
and silver linings don’t quite seem enough,
not enough to counter the unrelenting scorching.


No, I am living in storm, not cruel,
and it gift-wraps emeralds, rubies, and bars of platinum.
I get hit on the way. It hurts so badly,
but my reward is greater and I might as well enjoy the view,
enjoy the beautiful light show and the fresh air and the cleansing rain.

“Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ: By Whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God. And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation works patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope: And hope makes not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us…And not only so, but we also joy in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, by Whom we have now received the atonement.” Romans 5:1-5, 11 KJV


Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs

Cradled in Christ’s Arms | When the world is overwhelming

February 16, 2014 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

To close my eyes, never enough in the blinding light;
but shielded by God’s comforting arms.

To hear noise all around me;
but God’s voice is the only sound.

To take a deep breath in the stench;
and smell God’s sweet, sweet air.

To taste a taste so satisfying,
that I’m never hungry again.

To hit my hip against a corner;
and instead of a curse, comes praise.

To stretch out my arms, stiff and cracking;
and still grasp on what God has arranged.

The pain, it doesn’t hurt any less;
but God protects my soul.

From the maliciousness of these attacks;
from the overwhelming, caustic senses.

By His grace my spirit is not defeated,
I know that one day I’ll be healed.

For I am a child of the Almighty King.
For I am a sheep of the Good Shepherd.
For I am an infant in the arms of the Comforter.
For I am always His.

“Surely He shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust: His truth shall be thy shield and buckler. Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.” Psalm 91:3-7 KJV


Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs

Many Joyful Days

January 1, 2014 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

Is happiness a goal?
Or rather a consequence…
A consequence of a life fulfilling,
Of a soul saved.

So I wish you a Happy New Year
Because I wish that it is God’s will that satisfies you,
That He is your source of joy.
And perhaps that joy is enough to make you happy.

And I wish you a Happy New Year
Because I wish that you do the things you are called for,
That you experience God’s joy in His purpose for you.
And perhaps that joy is enough to make you happy.

If a happy new year is too much,
Too much a wish,
Too impossible to see, such that it overwhelms you,
Then I wish you many joyful days, starting today.

“Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in Thy presence is fulness of joy; at Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.” Psalm 16:11 KJV

Many Joyful Days | Happy New Year


Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs

The Blessing of a Friend

August 1, 2013 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

We’ve been friends for a long time.
We’ve experienced good and bad.
I’ve helped you in sticky situations.
And you have ‘got my back’.

But now a moment has come,
And I must rely on you like never before.

Yes I have pain,
Much pain
Yes, I have sadness,
Anger, and rage.

But it is now
That I need you more than ever.

When I cry,
Please cry with me.
When I shout,
Please shout with me.

I don’t want you to know.
I don’t want you to understand.

The burden is mine to bear,
My nightmares are mine,
As yours are your own
But please, as I walk, don’t leave.

The path, it’s hard and lonely,
But with your presence, the shadows don’t look so dark.

I don’t need your words.
All I need is your love.
And with your love
I will have the world.

Because in your love,
I see the Saviour’s face.
Because in your love,
I rest in the Saviour’s arms.

May God bless and protect you
As He has done to me through you.

“Now may the Lord of peace Himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you.” 2 Thessalonians 3:16 KJV


Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs

The Closet of the Mind

June 14, 2013 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

Into the dark corners,
Dusting out the cobwebs.
Cautiously approaching confidence.

Into the junk drawer,
Sorting out the twisted mess.
Gingerly untangling peace.

Into the creaky shelf,
Tightening a loose screw.
Carefully fixing patience.

Into the cluttered case,
Searching for a lost Book,
Gently cradling hope.

Lord, won’t you be my cleaner?
Won’t you be my handyman?
Please, cleaning out this closet of my mind.

Lord, won’t You give me clarity?
Won’t You give me charity?
Please, cleaning out this closet of my mind.

Lord, won’t You waken in me hope?
Won’t You waken in me faith?
Please, granting me security in Your tender arms.

In Your tender arms,
Where I’ll find calm in the closet of my mind.
Oh, in that stubborn closet of my mind!

“And the very God of peace sanctify you wholly; and I pray God your whole spirit and soul and body be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.Faithful is He that calleth you, who also will do it.” 1 Thessalonians 5:23-24 KJV


Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs


May 31, 2013 - Author: Alexandra Saddik

Note from Bernadette: Another one of my lovely sister’s beautiful poems. Enjoy Alexandra’s work!

Peace and quiet.
Waves breaking on the shore.
God looking down upon His creation.

I wake up in the morning,
Thinking about what I need to do.
I worry.

I think about the negative,
My cup is half empty,
Serenity does not reign.

God looks down.
He sees my worry.
He sends His angels down to surround me.

I look out toward the sea,
Sparkling and shining.
Calm washes over me.

His creation does not just look pretty.
It has a healing component.
It brings peace and serenity.

God tends His flock.
He looks down.
He sees me worried, confused, sad
And brings me serenity.


Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs


March 30, 2013 - Author: Alexandra Saddik

Note from Bernadette: My sister is an amazing writer, and sometimes she’ll post guest articles here. Enjoy!

In a society such as ours,
Fractured, fragmented, conflicting,
It is easy to doubt.

In a society such as ours,
Cruel, pressuring, painful,
It is easy to fall in with the crowd

But falling in with the crowd
Is not what is right,
What is true to yourself.
Trust me. I know.

It is easy to give in,
To fear, to despair,
To hide, to submission,
To doubt.

“Doubt what?” you ask

Doubt commitment, doubt yourself
Doubt friends, doubt family,
Doubt God.

You start believing the wrong thing;
That you are alone,
No one supports you,
God will abandon you,
No one else goes through this.

But, it is wrong.

Everyone goes through this; it is human.
Human nature doubts everything
And anyone. Trust me. I know.

It is a phase.

Everyone feels the pressures,
The doubt, the fear, the despair,
The urge to submit, to hide.
Eventually it overwhelms you;
You must make a choice.
Trust me. I did.
I chose to fight
The fear, the doubt,
With pure reason.

The Bible I believe in,
I believe it is true.
It certainly is tangible!

Furthermore, every once in a while,
A tiny voice, a whisper,
Says, in the darker hours,
“I am here.”

“I see your pain.”
“I see your fears.”
“I see your loneliness.”
“And I am here.”

God does see; He has compassion.
He encourages me as I backslide
Into pride, jealousy, doubt.
With Him, I feel at peace.

Through sermons, through thoughts,
Through discussions, through reading,
Through introspection, through family,
God reminds me of His presence.
And He helps.

Sometimes gentle, sometimes harder,
God helps.

God reminds me that family
Is not just for procreation.
Or legacy.

Family is moral support,
A base, a place to rest,
To vent, to cry,
To laugh, to smile.

God reveals His presence
And eliminates doubt.

Doubt in commitment, doubt in yourself
Doubt in friends, doubt in family,
Doubt in Him.

He eliminates all. Trust me. I know.
More importantly, trust Him.
He knows.

“I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in Him will I trust. Surely He shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust: His truth shall be thy shield and buckler. Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day” Psalm 91:2-5 KJV


Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs


March 9, 2013 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

You sneak a smile.
I laugh.
You cracked a joke again.
I needed that, you sensed.
But I guess that’s what friendship is.
When you…

Show them that you care.
Show them that you’re there.
Listen to their fears.
Wipe away their tears.
Facilitate a hope.
Give them some sunlight.

Hug them tight and near.
Hold them near and dear.

For you never know that one day
You find them, huddled in a corner.
And the only thing that keeps them going
Are the times when you…

Cook them a meal.
Help clean up the house.
Comfort when they hurt.
Stay up late for hours on the phone.
Reel them to reality;
Yes, it’s harsh, but you are not alone.

Now promise them with sincerity,
“You matter.”
Provide them with generosity
Your time.
Shower them with affirmation.
Open their eyes to God’s salvation.

Show them that you care.
Show them that you’re there.
Listen to their fears.
Wipe away their tears.
Facilitate a hope.
Give them some sunlight…

In the dark and dreary caves,
In those desperate times of life.

For you never know that one day
You find them, huddled in a corner.
And the only thing thing that keeps them going
Are the times when they…

Long for a friend,
And you, my friend, are that gift
In my broken curled up mess,
You come to me and bless.
May you comprehend this love from Christ,
To know the joy you bring me
When you…

Show me that you care.
Show me that you’re there.
Listen to my fears.
Wipe away my tears.
Facilitate a hope.
Give me some sunlight.
In my broken curled up mess.
You come to me and bless.

And that is friendship.
And that is love.

God inspired this piece through my amazing sister. I hear the music to this song in my head. Can’t wait to get back to my bass guitar to play/write it…Thanks ‘sis’



Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs

Temptation of the Covers

January 29, 2013 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

That hiding under the covers hurts too much
seems too frustrating to be true.
My muscles freeze and my joints stiffen up; as such
I know I have to move.

Could bitter stillness be worse than fire
tearing through my tissues?
Could moving be a priority higher
than all these mobility issues?

As I examine the consequences of hiding under the covers, I see:
…A body unwound
…A spirit unraveled
…A mind unchallenged
…A soul unmotivated

Suddenly the burning, the slicing, the gnawing
pale in gravity
when I compare the pain of moving
to the damage stagnation causes me.

Thank you Healer,
that my eyes still see.
Thank you Father,
that my heart still leaps to you.
Thank you Comforter,
that my mind still reasons.
Thank you God,
that hiding under the covers hurts too much.

“That they should seek the Lord, if haply they might feel after Him, and find Him, though He be not far from every one of us: For in Him we live, and move, and have our being…” Acts 17:27-28a KJV


Categories: Lyrical/Poems/Songs