The message I felt God really laid on my heart was to tell him.

He laid a hand on her heart, felt the hard, thick beat of it.

Laughing, she laid a hand on her speeding heart when the music stopped.

"Oh, no." She laid a hand on his heart in turn.

She took his hand, laid it on her heart.

He laid a hand on his heart again, and sat.

Why should he lay his head on my heart?

Mina spoke no word, but she laid her hand on his heart.

But the knowledge of what was at stake lay on her heart like stones.

I was only giving him the warnings God laid on my heart.