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Studies in Isaiah Oerfection and His Promises, C. R. Oliver [most important books of all time TXT] 📗
Isaiah is the great "Re-introducer of God." In profound language, both in prose and poetry, he addresses a nation that had "forgotten with Whom they were dealing." In today's study of the first five chapters, there builds a crescendo of interaction between God and His people that will culminate in the wonderful sixth chapter.
"Promise you'll never leave me?..." I mumbled, my eyes locked on the ground. His warm fingers, always too warm, lifted my chin so my eyes met his. "I promise." And his lips met mine. When Cassie's father finally gets hit with the reality that his wife died four years ago, he cracked. He took his anger and hate out on his daughter Cassie. Katrona found her bruised and broken on her bedroom floor, and decided to to save her best friend from herself. Both leaving the town they
his finger slowly traces the curvature of my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Despite my best attempt at pretending to be asleep, I tremble at the feather-light touch, unable to contain my reaction. My breath hitches.
Studies in Isaiah Oerfection and His Promises, C. R. Oliver [most important books of all time TXT] 📗
Isaiah is the great "Re-introducer of God." In profound language, both in prose and poetry, he addresses a nation that had "forgotten with Whom they were dealing." In today's study of the first five chapters, there builds a crescendo of interaction between God and His people that will culminate in the wonderful sixth chapter.
"Promise you'll never leave me?..." I mumbled, my eyes locked on the ground. His warm fingers, always too warm, lifted my chin so my eyes met his. "I promise." And his lips met mine. When Cassie's father finally gets hit with the reality that his wife died four years ago, he cracked. He took his anger and hate out on his daughter Cassie. Katrona found her bruised and broken on her bedroom floor, and decided to to save her best friend from herself. Both leaving the town they
his finger slowly traces the curvature of my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Despite my best attempt at pretending to be asleep, I tremble at the feather-light touch, unable to contain my reaction. My breath hitches.