God Is Mercy Verse Novels & Stories

“But I think that even in the darkest of times, even when we feel lost and alone, God is there with us. Loving us, guiding us, helping us to find our way.” She takes my hand in hers, her skin warm and comforting against mine. “Mercy, you are a child of God,” she says softly, her voice filled with conviction. “You are loved, you are cherished, you are worthy. And no matter what anyone else says or does, no matter how much you might hate yourself…that will never change. He made you perfectly.”

Thank you. "What are you thanking me for? Have you ever considered that you deserved this all along? Come on, get in. I'll drive you home," he replied.

I add a few more words to my petition, asking for my confusion to be erased because the Lord is the God of comfort, not of confusion. He will guide me. He will guide my wandering and chaotic heart. He will give me peace, that I know for sure and I know I will end up achieving it because my God is the most merciful and the most compassionate. He is like that father who rejoices even when his son comes back, using his money on sinful things. He rejoices because his son who was led astray has found his way back to his father and it is enough for him that his son has repented.

Tied to its leg was a note. Damien untied it and handed it to me. A note written in Russian. «Милосердие , это клинок. Тот, кто его не проявляет, найдёт богов глухими к молитвам , пока истекает кровью.» The words carved themselves into my brain, colder than the barrel of a gun. “Mercy is a blade. He who shows none will find the gods deaf when he prays, as he bleeds.”

he said with a warm smile, Avy's cheeks flushed upon hearing how he just called her. The driver at front scoffed, disagreeing with his boss's words internally 'No! It is absolutely something sir! Poor Miss' he thought, feeling bad for Avyanna. This demon is never good to anybody unless she was a rare gem, he gets whatever he wants regardless of the means of getting it, that's his true nature. This poor little human was up for this cold demon's interest now, he could only pray for her to remain safe even though he deep down knew it is impossible for it to happen anymore, poor lady has just dug her own grave. He shook his head stopping by the big white gates.

He looked worn down and broken. "Silvia…" His voice was hoarse and thick with emotion. "I was wrong. I know I was wrong." He went on to tell me everything that had happened since, from Caroline's scheming to his mother's stroke, speaking through tears as his voice trembled. I listened quietly, my expression calm. Deep down, there was a faint sense of satisfaction. People like them had deserved exactly that kind of ending. "I'm sorry, Silvia. Come back to me. Please!" he begged. "My mom needs you too. This family can't survive without you…"

The tweet is "Thank you to my friends who have cursed at me, hopefully we will meet again letter. The path I’ll take is God's way." For a moment they were silent, no one dared to make a sound. Their lips seemed to be sewn up hard to open, they look each other, it wasn't the vengeful it used to be, but one filled with horror. As if something was telling them that a terrible event had happened, let's just say it was a hunch

Not the gentle, contemplative kind but the kind where spirit and soul wrestle beneath the weight of divine interruption. “God, what is this?” he cried. “Why me? Why now?” No voice answered audibly this time. But a scripture formed clearly in his mind: “Then the Lord put forth His hand, and touched my mouth. And the Lord said unto me, ‘Behold, I have put my words in your mouth.’” Jeremiah 1:9 James opened his grandmother’s Bible again. That verse was already underlined not by him. His phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number.

Temper justice with compassion my guards have already sinned against you, by going against your rules and regulations and by making promises that was never fulfilled, and by trying to steal from you as well, You're right in judging all of us, you're right in condemning my guards, please my beautiful goddess, the goddess that knows how to protect the whole universe, have mercy, remember to err is to human and to forgive is divine. And also, hardened not your heart my goddess, please let it go my dear goddess.

Because mercy is Divine rule". Becky added. Marcus looked at Goddess with gratitude. The regrets and the guilt easily seen in his eyes. He closed her eyes for the final verdict. "Alpha Marcus, you would be stroke 1000 times with a whip under the blazing bright sun. That would be the only justice of your acts. It would be a lesson for all the Alpha's who were not cursed but still acted as beasts until their victim forgives them with a generous heart". Becky verdict Marcus about his cruelty. "God Bless Divine. God Bless Goddess, The justice is served". The people shout in favor of Marcus's verdict.