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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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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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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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