We live in God. We move in God. We have our being in God. And when we die, we do not die into nothingness; we die into God.

I believe in God, God. God, I believe in God.

I believe in God, and I trust myself in His hands.

I’ve never not believed in God.

There is a God and I'm going to serve him for the rest of my life.

I am the resurrection and the life. The one who exercises faith in me, even though he dies, will come to life; and everyone who is living and exercises faith in me will never die at all.

Now I know there is a God in heaven.

We come, in our trust, unto God, and the moment we so embrace Him, by committing our total being and eternity to Him, we find every thing is transformed. There is life in us from God; a kind of Christ-consciousness is opened in us, testifying with the apostle,— Christ liveth in me.

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

My belief that God is love, that love is everything — our true destiny — sustains me.

I believe that the God who has seen me through till today will continue to do so until He comes.

I live, now not I, but Christ liveth in me.” (Gal. 2:20).

That God existed before there were human beings on Earth, that He holds the entire world, believers and non-believers, in His omnipotent hand for eternity, and that He will remain enthroned on a level inaccessible to human comprehension long after the Earth and everything that is on it has gone to ruins; those who profess this faith and who, inspired by it, in veneration and complete confidence, feel secure from the dangers of life under protection of the Almighty, only those may number themselves among the truly religious.

We feel and know that we are eternal.