Bless The Lord Oh My Soul Novels & Stories

Chapter 60 Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to care, if I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to keep. Wrong prayer. If I die now, father in Heaven please accept my sou- No, no, no, lord, please, no, I don't wanna die, at least not just yet.

Yet, to his surprise, Sierra grinned widely. “You- you’re born with it,” “Eh?” Leon opened his eyes in a second, jaw wide opened as he exclaimed, “Holy-“ “It didn’t come into my head, but just now, I see something in your heart. It’s trying to come out – your Blessing.” “You mean I’m blessed since I was born?” “Well, you can say it like that.”

“Receive the Lord’s blessing. The Lord bless you and watch over you. The Lord make his face shine upon you, and be gracious to you. The Lord look kindly on you and give you peace; In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” “Amen,” Octavious and I chimed in.

"Or memory." I tuck it into the buckle of my cloak. My guard will mock it later, but for now I let it be. She bows her head and begins to murmur the blessing, the one I used to recite at every departure. Sun Father keep you, Sun Father shield your soul, may the light burn away all darkness. The words sound hollow here, surrounded by proof that neither sun nor god took much interest in this place. A flicker in my chest—a flinch, invisible from the outside but real enough. The benediction ends, and for a moment no one moves.

Soon another thought clouded her mind with doubts. Give me the sky and I'll paint it blue, Give me the earth and I'll paint it red, I'm the goddess of my own soul, Give me the love and I'll paint you aglow... All Hearts !

“I have no doubt that you will discover a way of bringing me his soul. Soon, we will be able to rewrite destiny. This time, I will not fail.” “We will not fail.” --------------------------------------------------------

Her voice was filled with venom, and Chris couldn’t fathom all that deceitfulness into a church. He felt like rolling up his eyes, but was able to craft an apologetic nod. If it were up to him, the only thing he’d be worshiping on Sunday morning was his woman. Oh shit, those thoughts needed to stop. Kiara was not his woman. But damn, she should be.

May you just come like some prayers.. You're the peace of soul.. You're my prayer.. I remember reading those lines somewhere...

❤️❤️❤️ I'm surrounded by darkness, come, show me my morning. I'm a wandering traveler, come, get me my dwelling. my nights are awake, my morning is lightened by you, you are my reason to live. long as my breath is there, there is your right on it, every prayer of mine is fulfilled with you alone. to a world that is yours and mine, let me take you there. so that no one can steal you away from me, let me keep you in my eyes, and then I'd not open my eyes,