Quotes About Mercy

But if we confess our sins to him, he is faithful and just to forgive us and to cleanse us from every wrong.

Justice and mercy/ Are human dreams, they do not concern the birds nor the fish nor eternal God.

Here's the deal, y'all. God. Already. Knows. His people are a hot, sinful mess, so when we simply acknowledge that and repent, He's waiting with open arms. We don't have to justify ourselves because Jesus already did that on the cross. So the risk of repentance doesn't lead to punishment—it leads to the unilateral forgiveness and unconditional affection of our Creator Redeemer. Vegas only wished it had a payout that humongous.

That's what love is. Forgiveness. Judgment belongs to God Almighty. Not you.

Then you forgive her. That's what love is. Forgiveness. Judgment belongs to God Almighty. Not you.

It was so much simpler to see other people's wrongs and make them pay. It was so much harder to have compassion, to see yourself in others and find forgiveness.

Joseph was faithful to the letter of the law, but he was also faithful to the spirit of the law. He was grace giving. He was loving. He was merciful. Would God the Father entrust the upbringing of his Son to anyone else? The Lord made certain that Mary was betrothed to a man who was 'mild, amiable, and tender.' A man like Joseph of Nazareth.

Forgiveness is a gift

Keep out of this, Lucian said. I'm not smiting anybody. You're showing mercy. Catch-a-Tick nodded. That's heroic, too. But not as good as smiting.

You've ruined it now," she said, looking sadly at the crumpled spotted wings in Bethan's outstretched hand. "It deserved to live, and to fly.

There will be grace and forgiveness enough, old dog, even for you. I pray you will spare me a drink from that cup, when it overflows for you. - Miles Vorkosigan

Your Reverence, I do not hate any man in this world enough to inflict the results of my prayers upon him.

Mercy, High Ones. Not justice, please, not justice. We would all be fools to pray for justice.

Every breath you take from this moment on is by my mercy. Every bite of food you eat, by Harra's charity. By charity and mercy—such as you did not give—you shall live. Dead woman.

You're going to kill him fast?"Graeme frowned, shedding his lab coat as Cullen handed him his weapon. "My dear, we need to discuss the idea of true pain. You'll rue the day if you show him mercy. Shall we discuss the merits of torture instead …" The frightening part was the fact that she seemed all too willing to listen.

He touched her cheek, his throat tightening as he fought past the confusion, the disbelief that this woman could love him. That God, in all his bountiful mercy, had finally adopted him and given him this gift he never though he could have.

God is in the forgiveness business. You don't have to get your life all straightened up before you talk to him.

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindnesses and mercies to emerge like kings and queens in an unexpected change of the game. One could hold the cards oneself or not: they would land the same regardless.

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindness and mercies to emerge like kings and queens in an unexpected change of the game. One could hold the cards oneself or not: they would land the same regardless.

But God, who is rich in mercy, according to His unchangeable purpose of election, does not wholly withdraw the Holy Spirit from His own people even in their grievous falls; nor suffers them to proceed so far as to lose the grace of adoption and forfeit the state of justification, or to commit the sin unto death or against the Holy Spirit; nor does He permit them to be totally deserted, and to plunge themselves into everlasting destruction." [V

I wonder why it is the man who pleads for mercy never gives it.

The Dutchman was hard Ã¢â'¬Â¦ he was stone. His brain was eroded granite where the few ideas he had carved deep their ruts of opinion. There was no way for another idea to seep in, no place for imagination, no place for dreams, none for compassion or mercy or even fear.

That engagement was such a farce, that she never had much faith in it, so she put her love way in a corner of her heart, and tried to forget it, hoping it would either die, or have a right to live...Polly had a pang, and thought she couldn't possibly bear it. But she always found she could, and so came to the conclusion that it was a merciful provision of nature that girls' hearts could stand so much, and their appetites continue good, when unrequited love was starving.

smile upon him far, far from foemen's power. And Mohammed, thinking to look upon a dying slave, shall