39 Results for : trembled
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Journey to Vengeance , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 484min
Twelve-year-old Alf Smith trembled with excitement when the four cowboys rode past him as he walked home from school. This was Illinois farming country and he had never seen a real cowboy. The big Mexican saddles, the tall boots with the jingling spurs, and the pistols strapped on their sides, they were just like the Texas cowboys he had read about in books and newspapers. Alf hurried home to tell his parents, but his excitement soon turned to horror when he arrived to find the farmhouse engulfed in flames. Later, when the fire had burned itself out, neighbors found his parent's ashes in the bedroom. Everyone thought the fire was accidental, but Alf noticed certain valuable objects were missing from the rubble. He suspected the four cowboys robbed and murdered his parents, but by the time he convinced the local sheriff, it was too late. The cowboys were nowhere to be found. Nine years pass and Alf is still troubled by his suspicions of that tragic day. He decides to go to Texas and look for the murderers. Alf begins his journey with one clue; all the cowboys had red stars on their boots and might have been in Hood's Texas Brigade during the Civil War. Along the way, Alf finds more clues, but he also finds love and adventure waiting for him. A ride on a Mississippi riverboat, a search for buried treasure, a beautiful young girl trapped in a life of prostitution, and a cattle drive to Dodge City are only a few of them. During Alf's long journey to vengeance, he must face many challenges but first he must change from a boy crying over a grave to a man willing to dispense justice with his gun. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Cody Roberts. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/021913/bk_acx0_021913_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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Born in Babylon
Jane Iery was born into a large, happy family, the fifth of seven children. Born and raised a Catholic, Jane was active in her church much of her adult life, but that was after her tumultuous teenaged years. Smoking and drinking led to an unplanned pregnancy and an unwanted marriage. Not surprisingly, the marriage dissolved after a few years, and her drinking led her to meet another man in a bar. They soon married and moved back to Jane's hometown, prompting her to return to her childhood church. Life threw Jane some hard curveballs, but as it did, she became more earnest to know more about Jesus. She became involved in her church, singing in the choir and serving in various capacities until working her way up to becoming a pastoral assistant. Her world began turning upside down when she found a flyer to an evangelistic series titled Unlock Revelation. There she learned that much of what she'd been taught and believed in was not scriptural but false doctrine. She recounts: Pastor Crews asked us, "Have we been true to the biblical text? I propose that the antichrist is the Roman Church-State church, the historic Christian church, the medieval Christian church; the church that was married to God itself became the antichrist!" After hearing and seeing this, I paused the video. My mind was screaming, how can this be? How can this be? This cannot be so! I began to cry, and my entire body trembled uncontrollably. What was I going to do? Journey with Jane as she navigates Bible truth as compared to the teachings of the Catholic Church. You'll rejoice as truth triumphs in her life and the life of her husband.- Shop: buecher
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Krampus: The History and Legacy of the Mythological Figure Who Punishes Children During the Christmas Season , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 86min
“'Tis late night in Bavaria, and all through the village, the grownups are drunk, full of beer and such swillage; While children a-tremble, hide deep in their beds, fearful the Krampus will rip off their heads.” (Ann Hart, “Krampusnacht”, 2016)Krampus: The History and Legacy of the Mythological Figure Who Punishes Children During the Christmas Season examines the pagan and Christian influences of the yuletide villain and dives into the riveting and frightening history behind the creature. You will learn about Krampus like never before.Christmas is the most important holiday of the year. After the corresponding days that exalt the national pride of each country, such as Independence Day in the US, Victory Day in Russia, or Bastille Day in France, it's December 25 that articulates the life, the work, and the economy in much of the world, including many non-Christian countries. Since ancient times, the beginning of winter has been the occasion for most people to eat, drink, dance, and get together to beat the drum and take a break.Though Santa had many influences, his most famous is St. Nicholas, a fiercely religious philanthropist who dedicated his life to helping the disadvantaged. He was not just a beloved bishop, but a fierce defender of the faith who remained undaunted in the face of persecution. To brand him a pious and God-fearing individual would be a massive understatement - indeed, he was to those around him the definition of a walking divinity and an unrivaled miracle worker sent straight from Heaven.After Nicholas of Myra’s death, December 6 became his feast day, and over the centuries, children anticipated his appearance with gifts. However, other children, particularly those of the mischievous sort, trembled under their covers on December 6 because they could not look forward to tinkling sleigh bells or belly-shaking laughs. Instead, they feared the disconcerting sounds of heavy breathing, guttural growls, and rattlin ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Colin Fluxman. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/140729/bk_acx0_140729_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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Parallel Stories: A Novel , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 3522min
In 1989, the year the Wall came down, a university student in Berlin on his morning run finds a corpse on a park bench and alerts the authorities. This scene opens a novel of extraordinary scope and depth, a masterwork that traces the fate of myriad Europeans - Hungarians, Jews, Germans, Gypsies - across the treacherous years of the mid-twentieth century. Three unusual men are at the heart of Parallel Stories: Hans von Wolkenstein, whose German mother is linked to secrets of fascist-Nazi collaboration during the 1940s; Ágost Lippay Lehr, whose influential father has served Hungary’s different political regimes for decades; and András Rott, who has his own dark record of mysterious activities abroad. The web of extended and interconnected dramas reaches from 1989 back to the spring of 1939, when Europe trembled on the edge of war, and extends to the bestial times of 1944–45, when Budapest was besieged, the Final Solution devastated Hungary’s Jews, and the war came to an end, and on to the cataclysmic Hungarian Revolution of October 1956. We follow these men from Berlin and Moscow to Switzerland and Holland, from the Mediterranean to the North Sea, and of course, from village to city in Hungary. The social and political circumstances of their lives may vary greatly, their sexual and spiritual longings may seem to each of them entirely unique, yet Péter Nádas’ magnificent tapestry unveils uncanny reverberating parallels that link them across time and space. This is Péter Nádas’s masterpiece - 18 years in the writing, a sensation in Hungary even before it was published, and almost four years in the translating. Parallel Stories is the first foreign translation of this daring, demanding, and momentous novel, and it confirms for an even larger audience what Hungary already knows: that it is the author’s greatest work. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Arthur Morey. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/brll/003632/bk_brll_003632_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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Countdown: Seven Trumpets for Today , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 309min
Trumpets were extremely important in the lives of the people of ancient Israel. Through the use of trumpets God spoke to them, guided them, warned them, and directed them. It was the duty of the priests to sound the trumpets at the appropriate times. But sometimes God Himself spoke to them directly, such as at Mt. Sinai, when in awful and terrifying grandeur the sound of the trumpet grew louder and louder as the mighty God of heaven descended in fire, and the mountain trembled violently. This spectacular demonstration was to prepare the hearts of the people to receive with reverence and awe the pronouncement of His holy 10 commandment law (Ex. 19:16 - 20:21). In fact, trumpets were often connected with the law and the Ark of the Covenant, which contained it. Priests blowing trumpets were to precede and accompany the ark whenever it was transported. An example of this is found in Joshua 6:1-20, where seven priests blowing seven trumpets marched before the ark around the city of Jericho for seven days, and on the seventh day they blew the trumpets seven times, and as the people shouted, the walls of the city collapsed. Is the God of heaven any less zealous for his sacred law today than he was in ancient times? Could it be that even now in our day he is allowing trumpets to blow to warn of the impending collapse of the cities of the nations, which are so filled with crime and corruption? Will he not rise from his throne and oversee the final dispensation of justice upon a world, which is careening toward self-destruction? Listen to this audiobook and discover the meaning of the extraordinary events that have been happening since the turn of the century, and find the way into the safety of God's pavilion. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: L. David Harris. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/067664/bk_acx0_067664_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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We Crossed a Bridge and It Trembled
We Crossed a Bridge and It Trembled - Voices from Syria: ab 8.99 €- Shop: ebook.de
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Terra tremuit (The earth trembled)
Studio de musique ancienne de Montreal, Christopher Jackson (Dir)- Shop: odax
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Beaten Sea
Lyrics: Turn Out Empty In the dry summer days when the crickets all play and you know that they all call for you I'll be there with a green-eyed glare giving you the stare that you need You mustn't be blue I could have love in me too It just might take a few years to find it And if I have it in me and I don't turn out empty I swear that you'll be the first to know 'Cause the days they vanish like smoke and down to your bones you're a-burnin' 'Cause the vastness of the sea it don't match what you need And I'll hear you cryin' out to me So don't make up your mind It will only take time till you're crying and grabbin' for the air, babe But I see you're resolved so I'll give it my all to wait for you to fall to the floor 'Cause I remember the way that my father would say an early grave is the work of a beauty and I ain't never been hurt but I do take his word though I really, really, really, really don't want to be alone Doctor's Not Gonna Cure Our Ills Doctor's not gonna cure our ills Preacher's not gonna bend out wills Mother's not gonna set us still for long Father told me he's got a plan If that don't work, we'll burn the land I wish I gave a damn, but I don't So if you're gonna leave, don't go far These distances can break my heart Don't you worry one second more I told you once and once before I whispered through your bedroom door, it's alright So if you're gonna cry, cry in my arms You can't be loved and not be harmed I tell you so you aren't alarmed when you are So if you're gonna leave, don't go far These distances can break my heart Doctor's not gonna cure our ills Preacher's not gonna bend out wills Mother's not gonna set us still for long Father told me he's got a plan If that don't work, we'll burn the land I wish I gave a damn, but I don't So if you're gonna leave, don't go far These distances can break my heart Grave Clothes You saw me in my grave clothes The first day we met For forty days I trembled For forty more I wept We carved our letters on an oak tree And around those letters carved a heart And around that tree we built a white picket fence Outside the fence we kept the dark Now fences don't keep out the darkness And darkness can't discern the thief The thief who'd sneak into our garden And chop down our oak tree When I hear that oak tree fallin' I'll come lookin' for that man As you stand there cold and crying With the axe blade in your hand Hard Way You said you're leaving I'll see you in the morning And that is just one more thing That ties me to a place Though you cry now All I can think is just how Those damp gray lines they have bound Your eyes upon your face It's a hard way but it's our way When you return Tell me of your travels The angels and the rabble And how they sang the same You'll say you missed me I will say I missed you Then you say you love me, It's all that we can do It's a hard way but it's our way My words are weapons My success, it is regression My joy, it is depression I'm leaping just to fall Will we share a tombstone Will I go in the ground all alone If so, will you remarry? Will you marry me at all? Hatchet I've got a hatchet at my heel To lay me low He aims to, he aims to lay me low I felt it in the womb Overcame He took my blood and then he took my name He took to the air With each breath He filled his lungs until there was nothing left I've got a hatchet at my heel To lay me low He aims to, he aims to lay me low Weight Against the Weather I put my weight against the weather I lay my hands upon the wheel But they're only holy harlots So I try not to feel the winds blow The winds blow And the wheels turn to the city and my mind turns back and sees you climbing into my bed with the dirt brushed off your feet Winds do howl, winds do howl And if the heart's a lonely hunter then the eyes are lyin' thieves that keep me from your fingers climbing up my sleeve Winds do howl, winds do howl And your naked shoulders tell me that I'm awfully close to sin Praise the good Lord that Jehovah doesn't know where you have been Winds do howl, winds do howl And there were roots down in the river back when I was just a boy and there was something pure within me that just ain't pure no more Winds have howled, red winds howl Serpent Song The serpent bit my heel and I bruised his head Though we were not dead, we were dying "It's how it's gotta be," that copperhead said As we fell to the red ground, writhing So I sang a tune to charm that old snake That I might make my escape The snake, it seemed, had heard the song once or twice And decided I needed advice "My bite, it will hurt but not harm you." So I sang my song and sang it in vain It didn't ease my pain or my cryin' Just then the serpent turned and wiped up my tears Said "Nothing to fear," he was lying So I stared into his eyes for a spell To contemplate heaven and hell I heard him talk about when grandfather fell And when he got to the parts that I knew I knew he had changed them to hide you I told that serpent that "I see through your schemes, You get behind me, I'm not buying." The snake just smiled and said, "I'll do as you please, For a small fee I'll be complyin'." So to the scene of the original crime The serpent and I went this time I still don't know what that snake hoped we would find But here's what I saw: the rise and the fall And my grandfather walking just like I am Living With Your Ghost You're the seemliest stranger I know If you were to leave me I would never know, you see 'Cause I have been livin' with your ghost Sometimes the story's stranger than the truth But at times like these, the truth is of no use to me A ghostly love with have to do Sleep, sleep You know I've seen you come, I've seen you go Like a bone-chillin' wind Through my thoughts, without, within You're leavin' my heart so cold Mama, she will sing her lullabies Her breath keeps the rhythm Her lips will keep that song in time I listen as she sings and father cries Sleep, sleep They tell me I can see you in my dreams Your arms, they can hurt me But the visions can't embrace me So I'm groaning when I wake and when I sleep Sleep, sleep One Last Night for Birthpains I dreamt, I dreamed the Nazarene Gored him in the dead of night The body of a broken wife She was left standing there clean And her lack of clothes, her mannequin pose It was all elected pain Direct attempts to hide the shame and now it's the only thing that shows The holy wars the prophecies' whore Mystery, the mother's name A cup of gold, the blood of saints Scarlet beast from the ocean floor I looked upon a sky that boasts Fury for the fruit of wombs Jackals crying in their tombs An anger fit for the nation's hosts And the scalpel blade, the liar-sage Cut the fattened like a calf But seven trumpets clear a path Peels of thunder burn and empty cage It's a Long Ways It's a long ways that's holding me down And I'm holding on to you But the onliest way for me to be all day Is alone with the loneliest tune And the rain's been falling down Ain't we all fallen, too? And the prettiest of girls in this whole fallen world Left to pine with the grittiest of blues So me and the boys we'll start making some noise and together we can make it all pretty We will stomp where we stand with our bottles in hand Make the best of this god-awful city Somewhere, someone once told me That alone is only letting go and the surest of things that this crazy life brings is a comfort in the lowest of lows Sugarland Blues I've been writin' tragedies in my bed With broken lovers that hurt in my head But they don't seem to come alive or my ink just let's 'em die like burdens that I know I need to shed And I'm hopin' that I can wake up Feel both the joy and the sorrow we sup Because the comfort creeps and it lulls me right to sleep The burdens that I choose to keep are a crutch The blank page is waitin' for the ghost of that woman that I love the most O how she terrifies! Mixes truth right in with lies Don't know why she hides her cries From coast to coast So now I- Shop: odax
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