The same voice that called my brother out of the grave, four days in, is the voice I trusted at the tomb.
Not one hair lost, I believe that. I believed Thee then, and I have never stopped
The ship breaks. Two hundred threescore and sixteen souls swim, some on boards, some on broken pieces — and every one comes safe to land.
I told Paul the night before: Fear not, thou must be brought before Caesar.
Not one hair lost.
15 Oct 2026, 21:18
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