Several years ago, David was out of town and I was home alone. Please understand – I am not a “scaredy-cat”, but I must admit that I don’t relish being alone at night. That particular night, I was in bed reading with ear plugs squashed in my ears and the sound of rain and ...
My heart pounding as I hear his hunter’s call.I follow the trail of crumbs fullof broken promises, lies, and pain,Knowing he has the power to hurt meover and over again.Standing before him at his mercy.Exposed in the light of another day.Trusting the declaration of his undyingLove for...
... While your heart, sleeps in your chest, my sleeve is, pounding loud, and thats why, i raise my fist, because i've got to let, the words come out, ... 歌词 Stories. The Stories. 故事. 的故事. ... power Down silent avenues, I live on Life You owe yours to me Wear Me ...
" You tap twice in succession for every "lub-dub." This is especially easy when you feel your heart pounding in your chest or into your throat between your ears, so you can hear it. In relaxed posture, follow your heart beat with the tapping on "yinjiao" to lead the "Qi" flow thr...
Our hearts were pounding right through our chests and we tried to catch our breath now that we were stopped and in a relatively safe place. If you are ever in a crisis situation, you would want my mom there. She remains calm and is the picture of efficiency. The person you do NOT wa...
After Joseph shaved himself and changed his clothes, he was led into Pharaoh’s presence, where he respectfully knelt, his heart pounding frantically. “O Adonai,” he silently prayed. “Protect me and deliver me from my foes. Give me wisdom, to know when to speak and when to be silent...
becoming rigid and then bucking spasmodically, every muscle and nerve fiber out of control, unable to draw away from a shattering precipice. Her abdomen and thigh muscles became silken steel, conducting the electrical energy that slammed through them, sparking into her pounding clitoris and setting...
I thought I heard something and stopped to listen. Were my ears playing tricks on me, inventing sounds in the stillness that weren’t there? I couldn’t tell. My pounding heart was the only sound. All else was stillness. Oppressive, silence. ...
in quiet houses with lace curtains and antimacassars. After the lecture my parents read me stopped ringing in my ears, I had a favorite of these new friends. Ernie. He was a few houses down the street, in a three story house on a tree-lined quiet street in a small, rural agrarian ...