Don't plead with anyone if you were not at fault, you'll only look inferior, stupid and funny, bolster your ego by doing the undoing.

You can learn things from a heart so bleedingWhen love bargains with deceitful pleading Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time Don’t hear melody from a soundless chime.

Prayer:  The act of falling to your knees in pleading fashion, seeking help from a greater power than all else to have failed you previously.

O sirs, how many souls, then, have every one of us been guilty of damning! What a number of our neighbours and acquaintance are dead, in whom we discerned no signs of sanctification, and never did once plainly tell them of it, or how to be recovered! If you had been the cause but of burning a man's house through your negligence, or of undoing him in the world, or of destroying his body, how would it trouble you as long as you lived! If you had but killed a man unadvisedly, it would much disquiet you. We have known those that have been guilty of murder, that could never sleep quietly after, nor have one comfortable day, their own consciences did so vex and torment them. O, then, what a heart mayst thou have, that hast been builty of murdering such a multitude of precious souls! Remember this when thou lookest thy friend or carnal neighbour in the face, and think with thyself, Can I find in my heart, through my silence and negligence, to be guilty of his everlasting burning in hell? Methinks such a thought should even untie the tongue of the dumb. . . . [H]e that is guilty of a man's continuing unregenerate, is also guilty of the sins of his unregeneracy. . . . Eli did not commit the sin himself, and yet he speaketh so coldly against it that he also must bear the punishment . Guns and cannons spake against sin in England, because the inhabitants would not speak. God pleadeth with us with fire and sword, because we would not plead with sinners with our tongues (410-11).

Sodoyouthinkyoucouldtrustmetogotothedancetonight?' she blurted before losing her nerve. Viktor and Viveka exchanged a quick glance.Are they considering it? They are! They trust -'No,' they said together. Frankie resisted the urge to spark. Or scream. Or threaten to go on a charging strike. She had prepared herself for this. It had always been a possibility. That's why she'd read 'Acting For Young Actors: The Ultimate Teenage Guide' by Mary Lou Belli and Dihah Lenney. So she could act like she understood their rejection. Act like she accepted it. And act like she would return to her room with grace. 'Well, thanks for hearing me out,' she said, kissing them on the cheeks and skipping off to bed. 'Good night.'Good night?' Viktor responded. 'That's it? No argument?'No argument,' Frankie said with a sweet smile. 'You have to see this punishment through or you're not teaching me anything. I get it.'O-kay.' Viktor returned to his medical journal, shaking his head as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.'We love you.' Viveka blew another kiss.'I love you, too.' Frankie blew two back.Time for Plan B.

His face was pale, and he dropped to the floor so that he was half kneeling, half sitting before her. 'Please. I can...Help you.'No.' She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her mind felt clearer now. Everything made more sense when she wasn't so hungry. 'I don't think I want the help you have.'He cradled his bloody arm and tried to stand. 'This isn't right. You aren't right. You aren't suppose to be here.'But I am.

I know how it fees to plead. I know how it feels to wish someone would give you a chance to help them.

The splendor of that moment, its transcendent glory and aliveness, haunted him. He could thrust it aside by day, but it poisoned his dreams by night, calling to him and pleading with him to unlock the chains he'd bound about it.

It is bad enough to be unconverted and going to hell. It is even worse to say, “I know it and will not cry for mercy.

God himself is pleading through us for people to be reconciled to him, if we prepare our body for him.