Bible Verse If You Confess With Your Mouth Mga Nobela at Kwento

he says. I blink. “Read?” He nods toward the open Bible on the lectern. “Psalm 51. The Miserere. Aloud.” I hesitate only a second, then cross to the lectern. My fingers tremble as I turn the pages. The text swims for a moment before steadying. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love…” My voice is soft, unsteady at first. I feel him behind me—close now, just at my shoulder. Not touching, but near enough that the air between us hums.

Bubbles of air choked her throat, keeping the whispers back, letting out only a stutter at best. Monica took the King James Version Bible, raised it up with a hand and nervously gulped down, different panic and guilt thoughts raced through her head but she dismissed them - not totally. "I solemnly state I will tell the truth without hiding or adding anything and I should be punished for false testimonies if I lie." Her voice sounded mechanical, like the voice of a person reciting something written. I implore you to say the truth, just this once!

he says. I blink. “Read?” He nods toward the open Bible on the lectern. “Psalm 51. The Miserere. Aloud.” I hesitate only a second, then cross to the lectern. My fingers tremble as I turn the pages. The text swims for a moment before steadying. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love…” My voice is soft, unsteady at first. I feel him behind me—close now, just at my shoulder. Not touching, but near enough that the air between us hums.

His gaze lingers over my face. I continue reading, reaching the end of the chapter and the verse makes comfort swell in my chest. ““No weapon formed against you shall prosper, And every tongue which rises against in your in judgment You shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, And their righteousness is from Me,” says the Lord.” “His promises are amazing...” “And faithful.” I watch his lips curl into a small smile. As I continue to read, I realize we have completed many chapters and suddenly, my phone buzzes.

Jeff called, and the rest rushed over to him. "Why won't it open?" Wei groaned. Banging in the door. "Hello!! Anybody!! Please open the door. We need a place to stay." Am I wrong? Salvador thought to himself. "Mathew 7.7" He read out loud. "Mathew chapter 7, verse 7."

Timotheus snatched the Bible from Ferran’s hand and opened it as if he was so familiar with the book. “John 3:16… John 3:16…” Timotheus opened the Bible and saw the highlighted verse. “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” He read. “What about the numbers 17, 18, 19, 20, 21?” Czaquira asked. “Maybe the words?” Timotheus was confused for a while.

I stammered. “Praise the Lord,” he shouted again, with a small smile appearing on his face. “Hallelujah,” they chorused again. “Brethren, this is the final stage for his prosper and victory tonight. In the book of Ephesians 6:12, we are told that we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places…amen.” “Amen,” the people below chanted in unison.

He is, after all, called the omnipresent – He was and would forever be everywhere and always available. Isabelle collected her Bible from her lamp stand, which was on the right side of the bed, and opened it, allowing her right thumb decide what part of the scripture she should read. Her thumb picked the book of Romans 10:13 – ‘For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved’. A small smile warmed Isabelle's thin lips. God does listen, she whispered. He knew of her situation and simply wanted her to come to Him. Immediately, she went on her knees and spoke to him.

She said then turned around and flipped her hair. ***** 1 Samuel 2:3 “Boast no more so very proudly, Do not let arrogance come out of your mouth; For the Lord is a God of knowledge, And with Him actions are weighed.

Ezekiel murmured as he was on the count of seventy. “Yes, you can do it” I encouraged with a smile. I was enjoying this scene far too much. There were times when I kept staring at him as I could not look away from his personality. Not a sweat even when he completed the push up and got up. He walked towards me and murmured. “Am I forgiven?” his voice low as he stared at me. I cleared my throat “Forgiven” I murmured. “Good” he gave a quick peck to my lips and wore his shirt back. He left the first three buttons undone giving me a hint of his broad chest.