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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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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:

Blessed be the name of the LORD
from this time forth,
and even forever more.

“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

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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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