Monday, September 19, 2011

Cascade River of Love




I will run to You, my God my Savoir

For there is no other love like Yours

This cascade river of love

In this space of time and sphere

I am attentive and aware

Of this cascade river of love

This love of mercy, this love of grace

There is no other one that will replace

The love I have for You



I will run to You, my God my Savoir

Wherever You are, I will be all there

There is no other love like Yours

Nothing can compare

To this cascade river of love

I’m satisfied with You

And I will delight in you too

For Your love is water to my soul

Your love makes me whole



I will run to You, my God my Savoir

My heart belongs to You and only You

This cascade river of love

I will love You with all my heart

And will never depart

I love You more than I did before

Because of Your river of love

My soul is complete

And I can’t live without

The love that’s so sweet

The love that falls on me

This cascade river of love





He who does not love does not know God, for God is love. In this the love of God was manifested towards us, that God has sent His only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through Him. In this love, not that we loved God, but that he loves us and sent His son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. 1 John 4:8-11





Written By Bridget Sherman

Sunday, September 18, 2011

My Soul Cries Out



My soul cries out in distress,

As I continue to sin in this human skin.

I desire to do Your will

Fully pleasing You

But I still do the things I hate.

If only I can make things straight,

I wish I can undo.

The hurt I cause

Not only me, but You.



I’m over whelmed with shame

And want to end this war game.

But it seems to never end,

I have no hope.

I don’t know how to cope

With all this shame I claim.

Please take away the pain



I hate the things I do!





My soul cries out, forgive me.

Listen to my plea

I desire to do Your will.

Fully pleasing You,

My heart breaks with sorrow

As I truly want to follow.

My God that gives grace,

You have made a way

To replace

All my shame and sin.



You sent Your only Son for me

And is sitting at Your right hand.

Now I understand

It’s the blood for Christ

That makes me white as snow

And I can truly feel

Your love overflow.




My soul cries out, My Savoir

I desire to do Your will

Fully pleasing You.





 For what I am doing, I do not understand. For what I will to do, that I do not practice; but what I hate, that I do.  

Romans 7:15





The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears, And delivers them out of all their troubles. The LORD is near to those who have a broken heart, And saves such as have a contrite spirit.  Psalm 34:17-18





Written By Bridget Sherman

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Silly Poem ~ Hello Rain~



Hello Rain

Well, hello Rain,
What took you so long?
I’ve been waiting and waiting
To sing you a song
Here I go
Come along, come along
Rain Rain Rain
Flow Flow flow
Drop Drop Drop
Ummmmmmm
Ok, fine, I don’t know how to sing
I just want you to stay
And play and never go away.
Please Please I ask
Stay another day!


He gives rain on the earth, And sends waters on the fields
Job 5:10
 
 Written By Bridget Sherman





Friday, September 16, 2011

Silly Poem ~Cereal~



Cereal


I’m hungry what shall I eat?

As I search the cabinet, only to see

Dishes, bowls and cups sitting very neat

Cereal gone, nowhere to be found

As I search the pantry

I see on the ground

Crumbs next to my feet

Nothing to eat.

I’m so hungry what shall I eat?

 I’ll drive to the store

Seeking for some more

Cereal cereal where can you be

All I want to do is eat, you see

I search and seek

For something to eat

 My favorite bowl cereal

Believe it or not, they’re sold out

Here I go, driving to Imperial

Looking for my favorite bowl of cereal

I’m so hungry what shall I eat?


Therefore do not worry, saying, “What shall I eat?” Or “What shall we drink?” Or “What shall we wear?” For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your Father knows that you need all these things.
Matthew 6:31-32

Written by Bridget Sherman

Praise To You, My King




Praise to You, My King,

Awesome and Mighty

In everything.

How glorious it is to see the sky,

Praising You

Reaching up high.



“Good morning,” You say,

“Time to wake up.

This is the day  

The Lord has made.

Rejoice and be glad

For My love has not been delayed.”



Glorious Magnificent…. that’s what You are,

The Awesome Powerful Morning Star.

You are worthy to be praised,

Holy are You, Almighty God!

I’m in awe and so amazed.



Praise to You, My King

Awesome and Mighty

In everything.

How glorious is it to see the sky,

Praising You

Reaching up high.





“Good night,” You say,

“You are precious in My eyes,

I desire your worship and praise,

I’m your Father who lovingly provides.

Come to me, I will guaranty,

You will always be with Me.”





Praise to You, My King

Awesome and Mighty

In everything.

How glorious is it to see the sky,

Praising You

Reaching up high.





Praise the LORD from the heavens; Praise Him in the heights! Praise Him, all His angels; Praise Him, all His host! Praise Him, sun and moon; Praise Him, all you stars of light! Praise Him. Psalms 148:1-4



Written by Bridget Sherman

Photographer Elisa Vandershcuit


 

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Always Love Thee






My love,

I want to be with thee.

I hear you have no time to spare,

I see you disagree.

I know there is another beau,

But I will always love thee.



My dove,

I want to be with thee,

I hear a cry and see a tear.

I see the pain inside of thee,

I hear the sound of fear, my dear,

But I will always love thee.



Come, my beloved

I want to be with thee.

Please draw near,

I will take away the fear.

I will take away the pain, My dear.

I will wipe away the tear,

Please, come near.

I don’t care about the beau,

My love will overflow.

You disagree,

You will soon see.

Make time for me

I will set you free.

I will always love thee.



My Father,

I will leave it all and turn around

To be with You and bow down.

You have chosen me,

How could I not see?

I want to be with thee.



My Savior,

I feel your love overflow,

Sitting here at a glow.

You take my pain and heal,

I truly can feel

The love You have for me.

I want to be with thee.



My God,

You have set me free,

I am justified

And sanctified

Because You died for me.

Forgive me, Jesus,

I want to be with thee.





We love Him because He first loved us.

 1 John 4:19







 

 





Monday, September 12, 2011

Silly Poem ~My Favorite Child~



 
You are my favorite, I said to my firstborn,

My Angel sent from the lord,

So loving and sweet,

So let’s go to sleep

But please don’t tell the others.




You are my favorite, I said to my second,

My lovable smookums,

Cuddly and tender,

So let’s go make something in the blender,

But please don’t tell the others.




You are my favorite, I said to my third,

My sweet smelling rose,

Beautiful black hair

So let’s go get…. an éclair.

But please don’t tell the others.




You are my favorite, I said to my fourth,

My sunflower girl,

Quite spirit and very gentle,

So let’s go be sentimental

But please don’t tell the others.



 

You are my favorite, I said to my fifth,

My worshiping sunshine,

You make me so happy,

So let’s go make some shrimp scampi

But please don’t tell the others.





You are my favorite, I said to my sixth,

My little man, turtle, is his name,

I prayed for you, my loving son,

So let’s go have some fun

But please don’t tell the others.




 
You are my favorite, I said to my last,

My princess butterfly,

You were the best surprise,

So let’s go… up to the skies

But please don’t tell the others.



Mom, tell them who your favorite is

My sisters don’t believe,

Tell them I’m your favorite son.



 
Oh no, it’s begun,

So…. let’s see…..where can I run?

I said, “Not to tell the others!”



But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light;

1 Peter 2:9



Written by Bridget Sherman