What is my strength, that I should hope? Is my strength the strength of stone? Or is my flesh of brass? Is not my help in me. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Though dead is promised to me, when will I slumber, deep? Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? Are not his days also like the days of an hireling? As a servant earnestly desires the shadow, and as an hireling looks for the reward of his work: So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul; Which long for death, but it cometh not; And dig for it more than for hid treasures; Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
To conquer fear, you must become fear - you must bask in the fear of the BOOK... and men fear most what they cannot see- The Power of the Book is spiritual. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
There is no new thing under the sun. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, 'See, this is new?' it had been already of old time, which was before us. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
You are created invisible spiritually, and invisibility is largely a matter of patience. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>