Psalm 51 10 Novels & Stories

The one who created the whole universe, the giver of life I thank you, and I worship you kings of King Remember, you're my only hope, and my god and I have forever vowed not to take all praises and all the glory alone. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

He mentioned last night that he wanted to read it. Behind the sound of delicate pages being rolled between my fingers, I hear the loud trickling of water. His eyes are set on me and he makes himself comfortable, a smile spilling on his lips which I catch from the corner of my eye. “Isaiah, chapter 54, verse ten I wanna speak about...” “Yeah, sure.” “So it says, “Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken, nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the Lord who has compassion on you.”

He declares a phrase from verses 10–15 of chapter 55 of the book of Isiah, "My word that leaves my mouth will not return empty; rather, it will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I send it, just as the rain and snow fell from heaven and made the earth flourish and produce seeds for the Sower and bread for the Eater." And in Jeremiah 29,verse 11 ,God promise me saying, “I alone know the plans to brings you prosperity and not disasters, plans to bring about future you hope for.” The truth about God and His words then began to creep into his head as a result of sudden, wise thoughts.

“What the hell am I meant to do with this?” The monk’s eyes burned with irritation at his swear word and Eli gulped, whispering an apology. Turning away from him for a moment, he returned with a large bible and plopped it on the desk. “Open the book of proverbs chapter 30, verse 8. And read it aloud.” It took a moment for Eli to find it, but when he did, he cleared his throat and croaked. “‘Keep falsehood and lies far from me; give me neither povery nor riches, but give me only my daily bread.”

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.”

I and Arthur took our seats and proceeded to listen to the Rev Father's sermon. He was preaching about happiness, and for some reason, it seemed like he was preaching to me in particular. "According to 1 Peter 5:7, 'Give all your worries and cares to the Lord, for he cares about you. Just as the Lord has said in Psalm 147:3- He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds, implying that he can heal all things." The Rev Father paused for a while to look at the congressional. "In Jeremiah 30, verse 17, he says he will restore you to health and heal your wounds, declares the Lord."

I couldn't even do anything other than watch my baby girl in pain! Nothing at all. " Nothing? That's not totally true, Joseph. You and I both know you can do something that will give you and your baby girl an utmost satisfaction. " The moment I heard that, I realized that I was getting misleading thoughts but just before I could counter it. Another voice spoke in my thoughts. " Joseph I am sure you recall what was written in Proverbs 3vs5? " " Oh yeah... I remember the verse said, " Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge him and he shall direct your steps. "

His eyes looked hungry when he saw me. "Come here Michael," he said quietly. "Tonight we finish your penance properly." I walked up the steps until I stood right in front of him. The altar felt cold under my hands when I touched it. Father Elias opened the Bible and turned to a page he had marked. He read the verse in his deep calm voice. "Romans 6 verse 13. Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrument of wickedness but rather offer yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life and offer every part of yourself to him as an instrument of righteousness."

Every spoken verse from her lips was another strand snapping, and every twist of her body or shivering plea sawed through what remained of his restraint. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold the beast inside him back. "Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. Psalm fifty-one, verse ten." Emmeline quoted blindly, completely unaware of the brutal battle raging just beneath the surface of the man who held her. Lost in her panic and shame, the Reverend Mother couldn't understand why this stranger affected her so profoundly or why her body responded to him with such shameful, undeniable eagerness.

I opened my mouth to explain, to say something—anything—but she didn’t give me the chance. She didn’t wait for me to speak. “How many times?” she asked, voice small but sharp, cutting straight through the quiet. “I don’t understand,” I said, though I knew exactly what she meant. “You don’t?” she scoffed, the sound bitter. “How many times have you fucked her?!” I swallowed hard, the truth tasting like ash. “Three times.” God help me. What was I supposed to read after this? Psalm 51—“Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions”—because I’d sinned against her?