Free Prayer Books Novels & Stories

"Some certainly witches but... most innocent." He opened a small book, a Bible I thought. I was surprised to see it was in Hebrew. He began reading in a very low murmur. "It's a Siddur," he said. "A prayer book." "Why'd so many innocent people have to die...? Why this kid with the needle in her arm?" "That was the snare, you see... That's how the sacrifice works. It creates hysteria to destroy the church and the God they oppose. Their dogma is simple. Let the innocent die to serve their cause."

' The pastor started his sermon from the reading of the Bible. "According to Philippians chapter six verses four to seven, do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

I closed my eyes. "Our Father in heaven, 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 sins, just as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever. Amen."

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.”

So, get down on your knees and close your eyes. Grandma, heal her by putting your hand on her head. Let us pray: "Divine, you are the alpha and omega; nine beings can't be compared to you; you have accepted this lovely lady into our family; she has sinned and sought forgiveness for her sins; thus, every negative spirit that has tied her, I command you to leave the body right now. Amen."

I stand there, heart already racing at the thought of freedom. Mom walks in from the kitchen, Bible clutched in her manicured hands. Even on a weekend she’s dressed in her lawyer attire, posture straight and serious. She lives between the courtroom and the church pews, constantly praying away sins,especially Dad’s. “You almost forgot this, Lisa,” she says, pressing the heavy book into my palms. Her voice carries that familiar mix of love and fear. “Pray every single day. Stay a good girl. The world out there is full of temptation waiting to corrupt pure hearts like yours.”

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"Can I see it?" "Oh, I'm afraid not," He said forbiddingly. "You need to be a priest to read it. But I can read some of it to you that I think might help with your problem." "Thank you Father, that's so kind!" She bobbed in excitement, bouncing her generous chest. "I always follow the Bible's advice." "Okay, let's see now," He flicked through to a random page, tilting the book so she couldn't see it. "Here we go. The Book of, uh, Fellatius."

He would probably get up like a wounded lion ready to pounce on his prey. Breathing profoundly, Zynah retrieved her prayer mat from the top of her bookshelf, where she always put it. Facing the Qibla, she spread it neatly on the floor and began her Fajr prayer. Each movement, each whispered supplication, was a plea for strength, for guidance. After she had finished praying, she remained on the mat, pouring her heart out to the Almighty and begging Him to forgive her for all of the mistakes she had made. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she buried her face in her folded hands.

She promised she'd pray quickly to prevent Kharl from crying. Kneeling before the altar, Khana closed her eyes, her thoughts racing. She hadn’t prayed in years, not since the incident with the priest. But now, in this sacred space, she felt the need to unburden herself. In her mind, she spoke to a higher power, pleading for guidance.