Bless The Lord Oh My Soul Novels & Stories

The concoction seemed to have made me more sensitive as well. My vision turned blurry as my body heated up once more. A deep flush spread across my skin. I clung to the vine that was wrapped across my chest, staring at it with hazy eyes before asking, "Do you like me, divine god of the tree?" The divine tree rustled its branches as if in approval of my question. I threw myself into it. I thought about all the ways the men had described that made the process more pleasurable as I clung to the vines desperately.

For my soul. For my woman.

He had forgiven her, and she burst into tears when Matthew finally embraced her too. “Blessed is the one whose transgressions are forgiven; whose sins are covered.” Matthew declared, smiling. “Psalm thirty-two, verse one. God bless us all. Amen.”

All looked towards the sky and greet the Goddess. “God Bless the Goddess, God Bless the divinity, We are saved, we are powerful again”. All shout in one voice. ….

Oh God take me now. . . To be continued

Andrea suggests as she places her Bible on the stands and begins to read. "The Lord is my shepherd. I lack nothing, He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside still waters, He refreshes my soul, He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake." Julia shares and begins to read it with Andrea, Robert, and Alexa.

Fade away Each new day For sun is on its way For tomorrow again For next day will be better again I will fight every disease The same way Life is easy If it's at risk If it pulls you within It's not a surprise It is for you because To drive life up again High gain High gain In dawn or dusk In heat or cold Life must exist This I was taught This, I am told Fight the storms in life Draw them away Draw them away From your peaceful day From your common place Is this day Is this day again I know the nurture I realise the day Let's celebrate Let's celebrate This morning This day It's rich in every way It's polite in its stay Let's make helpful use Of this day To knock out pain To knock out past sta

And since the baby was unnamed yet, I had no other choice but to use the original name too, twisting the pain inside me into a more heartbreaking degree. I began to sing. The words flowed from me in a soft, calming melody, the Arabic lyrics filling the room. It was a simple lullaby, but one that held a world of meaning for me. The memories of my mother's voice, her warm embrace, and the comfort of her presence washed over me: Oh Lord, Help Rima Sleep Oh Lord, May she become sleepy Oh Lord, May she grow loving to pray and to fast Oh Lord, let her grow healthier everyday May she go to sleep, may she go to sleep, and I will cook a delicious pigeon for her

As the darkness eats the light, the drum in my chest grows stronger. "PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostrils. Et ne nos induce in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen." I looked at old man Poso. I couldn't pay attention to what he was saying, but I also couldn't help but feel like the prayer was familiar to me. I don't know where I heard it but he is very familiar to me.

I should've relished the revenge, but a small pang of guilt crept in when I saw tears running down Emma's face. "Okay, let's keep the crying in check for now." Beside us, Karl Zeller wiped his damp eyes and murmured, "Lene, come home with us."