Bless The Lord Oh My Soul Novels & Stories

I sighed silently, dropped my head, and closed my eyes. I could practically feel her satisfaction radiating off her. She started the prayer, her voice soft, warm, familiar, carrying the rhythm of dozens of meals shared at this same table through the years. “Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ, our Lord. Amen.” “Amen,” I echoed quietly. We both made the sign of the cross again. I reached for the fork a second time—carefully this time, like it might explode.

Frowning, I instructed someone to make him some oatmeal. Jadon burst into tears as he held the bowl. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I don't want that wicked woman anymore. She wasn't good to me—she hit me, scolded me, and even refused to let me eat. Can you please take me away from her? I missed you, Mommy!"

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

She took a deep breath and kneeled before the altar, closing her eyes and bowing her head in prayer. "Dear God," she began, "I come to you today to ask for your blessings upon my beloved husband, Alpha Caleb, and upon our entire kingdom. Please protect them from harm and guide them through any challenges they may face." She paused for a moment, feeling the weight of her words. "We live in a world of darkness and uncertainty, and I know that Caleb faces dangers every day. But I have faith that he will overcome them with your help, Lord. Please give him the strength, courage, and wisdom he needs to lead our people and protect our home."

Once we were all together, Dad signaled for me to lead the prayer. I took a deep breath and nodded, realizing that this was something I could do. As we gathered in the living room, I closed my eyes and began to speak, my voice trembling. "Lord our God, You are great and almighty. We come to You with humble hearts, pleading for Your mercy. Please keep Poppy safe from all harm and bring her back to us safely. We're lost without her. She's the light of my life, and I can't imagine a world without her. Give her strength, wherever she is. And give us the strength to keep hoping, to keep believing that she'll come back to us.”

' And their voices became one cry. "–Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven, give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us," She heard bells ring and believed someone had spotted the Athànatoi. "–And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from every evil,even this evil that is upon us, Lord. "For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory. Forever. Amen."

'Praise him with trumpet sound; Praise him with lute and harp! Praise him with timbrel and dance, Praise him with strings and pipes. Praise him with sounding cymbals. Praise him with loud clashing cymbals! Let everything that breathes praise the Lord! “Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit,' Thundi prayed. 'As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be world without end, amen. May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit, be with us from now, forth and forever, amen.'

you, I am sorry for ever doubting that, grant me unwavering faith in you, enable me to trust unconditionally in you, Protect and guide me, my family and people around me from evil, let your will and not my will be done in my life, thanks to Daddy for answering my prayers. ' Amen. Immediately I Whispered the Amen. A popular and Emotional and Spirit-filled Christian song, Oceans by Hillsong United, started playing in my room. You called me out upon the waters. The great unknown, Where feet may fail. And there I found you in the mystery. And ocean still, my faith will stand. And I'll call upon your name. And keep my eyes above the rails. When Oceans rise, my soul will rest in your embrace. For

He intertwined our fingers, pinning my hands above my head as he made love to me with possessive tenderness. “Recite with me,” he breathed, thrusting deeper. “Hail Mary, full of grace…” “The Lord is with thee,” I moaned, voice breaking as pleasure built. Each thrust pushed me closer to heaven and hell at the same time. “Blessed art thou among women,” he continued, kissing my throat, my breasts, never breaking eye contact. His pace gradually quickened, becoming more intense, more desperate. “And blessed is the fruit of thy womb…” “Jesus,” I cried out as he hit a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

It always made my chest tighten whenever I looked at it for too long. Beside me, another sister knelt, her head bowed deeply in prayer. “Hail Mary, full of grace…” she whispered softly. “The Lord is with thee…” I continued, my voice calm, steady. “Blessed art thou among women…” “And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.” Our voices blended together, low and reverent, filling the empty chapel with a quiet rhythm. “Holy Mary, Mother of God…” “Pray for us sinners…” “Now and at the hour of our death…”