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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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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

Heart sing, come dance, breathe again, vibrant and alive.
Heart dance, come breathe, sing again, vibrant and alive.
Heart breathe, come sing, dance again, vibrant and alive.

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
(Kyrie)
Breathe out
(Eleison)
Inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale
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.

Softly
(Lub dub)
Tenderly
(Lub dub)
For Jesus calls earnestly
Lub dub,
Heartbeat
Sing.

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

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

Eastward
(Rain)
Westward
(Rain)
Throughout the spaces in between
Rain on,
Rain in,
Reign in me Lord.

Let Christ restore green pastures,
And so sing and dance and breathe in joy again.

Vibrant and Alive.

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

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Swirling Hope Spheres | Immersed in God’s Grace

December 22, 2015 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to His abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead…” 1 Peter 1:3 KJV

“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 worketh patience; and patience, experience; and experience, hope…” Romans 5:2-4 KJV

I peer through the darkness.
Can’t see my hands in front of my face.
So frustrated.
So terrified.
Then I hear a whisper, calm, full of love,
nudging me, “My child, just open your eyes.”

There cupped in my hands,
bright swirls of hope, sphered.
(light beams create a path)
I cradle it.
Cradle it dear.
A perfect present from a perfect Father.

Too scared to let go or damage or destroy
this fragile-looking gift,
I stand perfectly still.
Cradling it.
Protecting it.
No harm shall I let come its way.

Then the earth shakes,
shakes a little more.
I can barely stand.
I have to take a step,
threaten my hope in the
unquantifiable movement of escape.

And worse, this hope threatens to fall,
and shatter.
I resist, I refuse to let go.
Why would God send this hope,
and let it shatter?
And so let me shatter?

Despite all the focus, the care
to keep that precious sphere
from falling, from breaking,
we shatter as the earth shakes.
It ruptures open.
Where am I now?

I close my eyes.
So frustrated.
So terrified.
I’m lost.
Hope’s gone.
And we’re broken.

The bright swirls change,
released from their sphere.
And they grow with plumes of smoke,
consuming the earth all around,
disappearing in the jaws of former dreams.
If only I had pursued them before we fell.

I run and trip and fall and crawl.
So frustrated.
So terrified of this…monster.
It was hope.
Why would hope devour my reality?
Why does it blind me?

When I open my eyes, I still cannot see.
Every time I cry out for Shepherd,
it grows bigger, chases closer to me.
I can’t go on anymore.
One last heave of my legs and I’m done.
It wins.

I’m on fire.
I’m on ice.
I’m too empty, yet too full of
frustration
and terror,
still grasping for hands more reliable than my own.

And then suddenly I see.

I see farther.
More colour.
Beauty seeping into scars.
Light fragmented from embracing broken places.
I, no longer scared of the darkness in blinks.
Breathing in freed hope’s sweet air.

Standing straighter.
The ground beneath me no longer shakes.
And I know when it does — and it will —
I’ll run stronger, and braver.
Knowledge burning through my veins.
Confidence refreshing my bones.

My hands, not imprisoned by any sphere,
stretch out and I notice a mist fading as it
marks the way, colours the world in miracles…
the signature of a Saviour.
His hands guide my all-encompassing awakening,
smoky and scary only by my unbelief.

That perfect present from my perfect Father.
Hope not still.
Not fragile.
Always dynamic.
The quantifiable movement of purpose.
My purpose immersed in grace.

I am immersed in God’s grace.

Now our Lord Jesus Christ Himself, and God, even our Father, Which hath loved us, and hath given us everlasting consolation and good hope through grace, comfort your hearts, and stablish you in every good word and work.” 2 Thessalonians 2:16-17 KJV

“Grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To Him be glory both now and for ever. Amen.” 2 Peter 3:18 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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