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Colossians 3:12-14 NKJV

“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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Living Words | Proclaiming Christ

April 23, 2017 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

The ever-presence of God’s Love in His Gift of Praise

If a picture is worth a thousand words
Then avert your two eyes from me when you demand silence
For countless words erupt with each shuddering gasp

Ergo miss the accompanying timbrel and dance.

If a picture is worth a thousand words
Then aim your soul’s eye beyond now when you demand answers
For countless strains roar from Saviour’s bleeding Gift

Elseways miss the revelatory mighty acts and Breath.

I see so much
I hear too much
I say enough…

Lord above all I pray
let me live these, the loudest Word amidst
the dying cacophony of the world and
the swelling harmonies of the angels…

Christ is risen.

“Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Praise ye the Lord.”
Psalm 150:6 KJV

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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

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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

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