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Psalm 119:28 “My spirit sags because of grief. Now raise me up according to your promise!” The Good News: This verse is conveying the feeling of being emotionally exhausted and sad.When we ...
The phrase translated into English as "Man of Sorrows" ("אִישׁ מַכְאֹבוֹת ", ’îš maḵ’ōḇōṯ in the Hebrew Bible, vir dolōrum in the Vulgate) occurs at verse 3 (in Isaiah 53): 3) He is despised and rejected of men, a Man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief.
Glory (from the Latin gloria, "fame, renown") is used to describe the manifestation of God's presence as perceived by humans according to the Abrahamic religions.. Divine glory is an important motif throughout Christian theology, where God is regarded as the most glorious being in existence, and it is considered that human beings are created in the Image of God and can share or participate ...
56. I love you past the moon and beyond the stars. 57. Someone so special can never be forgotten; may your soul rest in peace. 58. The loss is immeasurable, but so is the love left behind.
"A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief" was a favorite hymn of Joseph Smith, founder of the Latter Day Saint movement.The hymn was introduced in the church by apostle John Taylor, who learned the hymn in 1840 as a missionary in England. [1]
Thou love us, God, as your children, Thou satiate us with blessed meal And create for us a city on Zion. Thou, oh God, visit the sinners And nourish them with Thy flesh. Oh God, let our voices Enter Thy dwelling, And let our tender sense Rise to Thee like morning dew! For Thee with heart we’ll raise an altar, For Thee we sing and glorifying!
Jay Leno paid his dues by appearing on fellow comedian Bill Maher's "Club Random" podcast.. The former "Tonight Show" host clarified a floating rumor that injuries to his face were from a beating ...
The God Incarnate born,--Whose arm those crimson trophies won Which now his brow adorn! Fruit of the mystic Rose As of that Rose the Stem: The Root, whence mercy ever flows,-- The Babe of Bethlehem! Crown him the Lord of love! Behold his hands and side,--Rich wounds, yet visible above, In beauty glorified: No angel in the sky