Introduction:

Kathryn Kuhlman went through a phase in her life when she was concerned about many of the Bible versions which seem to diminish, detract from, and water down the power of the Word of God.

She noticed that some versions reverse the order of Priscilla and Aquila to read as “Aquila and Priscilla”, and pondered if this may have been done in bias against women in ministry.

Order of Names: In the New Testament, Priscilla and Aquila are mentioned together six times. In four of these instances (Acts 18:18, 26; Romans 16:3; 2 Timothy 4:19), Priscilla's name appears before her husband's. This naming order is unusual for the time, where the husband's name typically came first, and some scholars interpret it as a possible indication that Priscilla was the more prominent leader or teacher in their ministry. Or perhaps, she was merely the more vocal of the two. This possibility does not diminish the headship role of Aquila as the leader in his marriage.

Another issue Kathryn addressed has to do with the power of prayer and fasting for the purpose of casting out demons as declared in Matthew 17:21. This verse is missing from some versions of the Bible.

A missing verse not mentioned in her sermons is Isaiah 10:27, which says, “The yoke shall be destroyed because of the anointing.” This verse is not in the RSV. Similarly, it is a powerful verse.

Likewise, Acts 8:37, “I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God,” one of the most powerful verses in the Bible, is missing from many modern translations. It refers to these essential doctrines: the name of God, the divinity of Christ, the virgin birth, and confession unto salvation. Read Romans 10:9-10. Also Rev.12:11, “They overcame … by the word of their testimony” … and “by the blood of the Lamb”.

Kathryn Kuhlman preached another sermon in which she said that though Galatians 2:20 is in all Bibles, many people live as though the verse has been deleted from their memory: “I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live, yet not I, but Christ liveth in me …”

There are many Youtube videos that tease the viewer’s curiosity, enticing them to click on media about “the missing verse,” “the verse removed from the Bible,” “the deleted verse,” “the lost verse,” “omitted, vanished, forbidden verse,” etcetera. In these videos the verse Kathryn Kuhlman is talking about is not specified.

There are videos that refer to Isaiah 53, the suffering Messiah, as the “forbidden chapter removed from modern Bibles,” but this is deceptive advertising, since the above-mentioned chapter is not missing from any English or Jewish Scriptures. However, “suffering with Him” is omitted from the messages of many preachers to the detriment of their congregations.

To summarize this transcript below, Kathryn Kuhlman is saying that whatever Bible version you use, when you receive Jesus Christ into your heart, you receive the complete, perfect Word of God. Any “missing” verse is no longer missing; His Word is alive in you. The Holy Spirit will bring all things necessary to your remembrance. We are seated “together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus,” where “forever ... Thy Word is settled" (Psa.119:89; Eph.2:6). “For there are three that bear record in heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost: and these three are one” (1 John 5:7 KJV). Because we are seated with Christ, we know this verse in our spirit, yet it has been deleted from modern Bibles. Please look in your Bible to confirm.

Here is a spoiler from the concluding paragraph of her message: "The verse may be lost to tradition, but it is alive in the Spirit ... not because you found a verse, but because the Word found you!”

Transcript:

There is a realm where power is not taught, it is caught. Where the deep cries out to the deep, and something ancient, something eternal touches earth again. I speak to you not of something new, but of something forgotten or perhaps ignored. A verse, a whisper of Heaven, lost to time or torn from the pages, but not lost to God. The removed scripture, the lost verse, the one that unlocks divine power. Not through study, not through striving, but through surrender.

Oh, listen closely, for this is not for every ear. This is not for the scholar who studies but never weeps, nor for the preacher who shouts but does not tremble. This is for the one who has sat alone at night, desperate for something more. The one who has read every word in the Bible, but still whispers, “There must be something I’m missing.” And there is. Not because God has hidden it in cruelty, but because He waits for us to want Him more than the power itself.

The verse may not be printed anymore, but it is alive. It is Spirit. It is breath. And it speaks to those who have ears to hear. You see, divine power is not a product of intellectual understanding. It is not reserved for the elite or the trained. It does not answer to doctrine, denomination, or tradition. It answers to presence. It answers to hunger. It answers to the heart that says, “Holy Spirit, take everything. Just don’t leave me the same.”

That’s where the power is found. Not in the verse itself, but in the voice that spoke it. And I tell you now, that voice is still speaking. I remember moments not on the platforms, not with cameras, but in the quiet when the atmosphere changed and something unseen swept into the room and I knew without a doubt this is holy. I didn’t summon it with my voice. I didn’t earn it with my actions. It came when I let go.

That’s the power the removed verse unlocks. Not the kind that impresses the crowd, but the kind that breaks chains, heals cancer, restores what was lost in years of pain. And this kind of power, this divine energy, it does not visit where it is merely invited. It dwells where it is adored.

Some will say, “But where is this verse? Where can I find it?” Oh, precious soul, you don’t find it with your eyes. You find it with your spirit. It’s not on a page. It’s in the pause between your words. In the silence after your prayer, in the tears you cry. When the words fail, that’s where it waits. That is where it breathes.

There was once a woman who searched for miracles and a man who longed to speak in power. But both found nothing until they gave up looking for verses and began longing for Him. When the Spirit of God comes, He brings with Him all the verses lost or remembered. When He moves, the power of Heaven writes itself upon your heart. That’s when you no longer need to quote the scripture. You become the living echo of it.

Tonight, I do not call you to search for a verse. I call you to surrender to the One Who wrote it. The divine power is not locked behind a missing line. It is waiting behind your ‘yes’. Not a loud yes, not a perfect one, but a real one. That is all He has ever asked for. And when He finds that, power comes.

There are moments when we read the Word and something inside us whispers, “There’s more.” Not more information, not more doctrine, but more of Him. It is as though a veil still hangs over the eyes of many who search the Scriptures, but do not encounter the Spirit. They search for power like a formula, a technique, a spiritual equation.

But divine power cannot be diagrammed. It cannot be memorized into existence. It is not something you acquire. It is Someone you yield to. And this is where the mystery of the lost verse begins to unfold. Imagine a scripture once known, once quoted, once alive in the hearts of those who saw the blind see and the dead rise. And now gone, removed from the pages, absent from our sermons.

But the Spirit has not forgotten it. Heaven still echoes with it. And though men may have lost the ink, the anointing remembers the sound. Because the verse was never meant to be just black letters on white paper. It was meant to be breathed in, lived out, revealed through surrender.

Many cry out, “Why don’t we see the power of God as in days of old?” But the power never left. We did. We left the upper room. We left the posture of waiting. We left the desperate cry that says, “Not my will, but Yours.” The lost verse is not lost to the humble. It lives in the quiet place. It shows itself not to the curious, but to the consecrated. Not to the proud, but to the poured out. Power responds not to ambition, but to adoration.

When you stop demanding a sign and begin longing for His face, the verse will rise again, not in a book, but in your bones like fire. There is a sacred secret. That which is hidden is only hidden for the hungry. God does not conceal truth to deny you. It is His way of saying, “Come closer.” And when you come close, close enough to hear the whisper, close enough that your breath slows just to sense his ear. It is there the revelation comes.

You don’t just read the verse. You become it. The same Spirit that hovered over the deep, the same Spirit that raised Jesus from the grave is the same Spirit Who speaks now even if the words seem gone. That Spirit is the lost verse. That Spirit is the divine power, and He is waiting.

Too often we are looking for the flame, but unwilling to become the altar. We want the manifestation, but not the death of self that allows Him to fully live through us. But the divine power is not entrusted to the half-hearted. Heaven does not anoint the casual. The anointing falls where there is reverence. It settles where there is brokenness. And it explodes where there is surrender.

Oh, don’t you see? The lost verse is not an accident. It is an invitation. God has always hidden treasures in darkness, not to keep them from you, but to draw you to Him. The verse that was removed may not be found by page or scroll, but it is not gone. It is alive. It is crying out in this hour to those who will dare to believe again. Those who will go past the noise of ministry and the mechanics of religion to find the One who is still holy, still mighty, still present.

He is the Word. He is the verse. And when He comes, when that atmosphere shifts, when the room grows still, when time seems to pause, you’ll know the verse has been found. Not by sight, but by Spirit. Though, come not with striving; come broken, come waiting, come in stillness. For the verse you seek is not in the chapter you read, but in the surrender you give. And when He comes, so does the power.

There is a longing that touches every true believer’s spirit. A hunger that no sermon, no study, no striving can satisfy. It is not a hunger for more knowledge, but for more of Him. You may read the pages of the Bible again and again, and yet feel something is missing. You may hear every teaching, recite every promise, and still whisper, “There’s something more.” That whisper is the call of the lost verse. A verse not only removed from the pages, but seemingly removed from the lives of many, not erased by man alone, but hidden by God for a purpose. It is not lost in punishment. It is veiled in invitation. An invitation to seek not just the words, but the Word made flesh. An invitation to experience not just the teaching, but the power.

You see, divine power was never meant to be dissected or managed. It was never meant to be contained in theology or confined to the past. Power is the natural result of presence. Not our presence before God, but His presence with us.

The lost verse doesn’t just represent a line of scripture gone missing. It represents a dimension of faith we’ve left behind. The dimension where we tremble again, where we fall on our knees, not because it’s the end of the service, but because the weight of glory makes it impossible to stand. It represents the part of the gospel that is not clean or safe or controlled, but alive. I have seen it not with physical eyes, but in the trembling of a room that fell silent under the weight of holiness. In the tears that flowed from faces without a single word being spoken. In the moment when sickness fled, not because a man laid hands, but because God walked in.

That is the lost verse. That is divine power. It is not in the syllables we repeat, but in the surrender we release. He comes where He is wanted, not casually, not ceremonially. Power follows presence, and presence follows purity of heart.

Now hear this. There are many who want the verse for power’s sake. But the Spirit does not give His secrets to the ambitious. He gives them to the broken, to the yielded, to the ones who say, “If I never preach again, if I’m never known, if I see no miracle, just don’t take Your presence from me.”

That’s where the verse lives in the lives of those who walk with God when no one is looking, who obey the whisper, who stop mid-sentence because they sense the Spirit grieved, who risk reputation just to preserve the atmosphere He loves.

There was once a time when power wasn’t promoted. It just was. It wasn’t performed. It fell. Because people knew what it meant to wait. What it meant to weep before the Lord. What it meant to value His presence above the outcome.

That’s what the lost verse is calling us back to. Not just to power that performs signs, but to power that purifies hearts, that heals not only the body, but the soul, that doesn’t just electrify a meeting, but transforms a life. Though, if you’re listening and your heart is burning, it’s not by accident. You’re being called not to a forgotten passage, but to a forgotten posture. Don’t seek the verse as if it’s a relic to recover. Seek the Spirit Who never forgot it.

The verse may have been removed by men, but but it still lives in the breath of the Holy Spirit. And He is still speaking it to those who will come low. Come quiet. Come surrendered. For the power you seek is not hidden from you. It is hidden for you, and He is waiting.

There is a divine ache stirring in the spirit of the Church. An ache that words cannot satisfy, and rituals cannot soothe. It’s the ache of something missing. Not from Heaven but from us. We feel it in our services that move smoothly but lack weight. We sense it in our prayers that sound right but fall hollow. And quietly, deep within, a question arises. Where is the power?

The answer is not in a method or movement. It’s in a missing piece. A verse, a line, a whisper, removed, hidden, not gone forever, but waiting to be found again. Not on paper, but in a presence. The lost verse is not just a forgotten scripture. It is a doorway, a key to divine power that cannot be unlocked with intellect or effort, but only with intimacy.

And oh, how the Spirit longs for that intimacy again! How He longs to move among us, not as a guest, but as the Lord. He is not silent because He has nothing to say. He is waiting … waiting for the atmosphere that welcomes Him, the heart that reveres Him, the people who no longer seek to use His power, but to be used by His presence.

That’s where the verse will rise again, not in ink, but in encounter.

Too many seek power like a tool, like a switch to flip when crisis strikes. But divine power is not a product. It is not summoned by desperation alone, but by devotion. The Spirit does not respond to volume. He responds to surrender.

The lost verse is hidden not because it is forbidden, but because it is sacred. And sacred things are not shouted. They are whispered. They are entrusted to those who will not treat the holy as common. Those who will not exploit the anointing, but carry it like fire in fragile hands.

If you are looking for the lost verse, you must become the kind of vessel that can hold it. That means the power cannot be your goal. His presence must be ... because when He comes, the power follows. But when we chase power without presence, we create noise with no weight. The Spirit will not give Himself to a platform that refuses to bow. He will not anoint lips that are not first washed by tears.

The power of the lost verse is not reserved for the gifted. It is for the ones who say, “Lord, empty me of everything that competes with You.” And what happens when that kind of heart finds Him? What happens when someone dares to step past religion, past performance, past self, and says “yes” to the cost of real power? The lost verse begins to live again.

It moves in the silence. It breathes in the pause. It flows through the life that has made room. You begin to see it not in your hands, but in His. You lay hands on the sick and they recover. Not because you quoted the right verse, but because He showed up, because you made space; because you found holiness in your hunger.

This is the cry of the hour. Not a return to old ways, but for a return to the holy way. The verse that was removed will return. Not to bookshelves, but hearts. It is not dead. It is waiting. Waiting for a generation that values purity more than popularity. That longs for the cloud of glory more than the spotlight; that weeps more than it boasts, that waits more than it performs, that kneels before it runs, that listens before it speaks.

This is the sound of awakening. This is the sound of divine power returning, not as a spectacle, but as a fire, not to impress, but to transform. And it begins not when you find the verse, but when you become the altar. Let the verse live again. Let the power fall again. Let Him come and stay.

There is something stirring that cannot be explained, only experienced. A holy dissatisfaction that sits heavy on the hearts of those who know there must be more. They attend, they pray, they serve. Yet something within them aches with a quiet sacred question. Where is the weight? Where is the wonder?

This is not a crisis of doctrine, but of encounter. We have the words, but somewhere one went missing. A verse, a line, a breath of Heaven removed, not to punish, but provoke, to call us closer, to remind us that divine power is not inherited by routine, but discovered in surrender.

There was once a verse, perhaps literal, perhaps symbolic, that held a key; a key to the kind of power that silences a room, that brings a man to his knees without a sermon, that turns a prayer meeting into a place of holy fire. That verse is no longer where we expect to find it. Not because it has vanished, but because it has retreated to be found not in the mind, but in the Spirit.

And to those who dare to press past the surface, the verse begins to whisper again. Power doesn’t come to the seeker of the verse. It comes to the seeker of the Author. And oh, how we have filled our time with searching for answers when the answer is a Person.

The lost verse is not a magic phrase. It is not a code to crack. It is an encounter waiting to happen. Divine power is not released by formula, but by fire. And fire falls on the altar of the surrendered life. It comes to the one who has nothing left to prove and nothing left to protect, the one who says, “Lord, take my ministry. Take my plans, take my voice, just give me You.”

That is where the verse begins to burn again. Not on paper, but on hearts. We must understand that what was removed from the page is being restored in presence. The lost verse lives in the holy stillness. It breathes in the moment you stop striving. It awakens when you finally fall silent and say, “Speak, Lord. Your servant is listening.”

The Spirit has not stopped speaking. He’s just waiting for someone who will finally listen without an agenda. The power you long for, the authority you crave … it is not earned. It is inherited through intimacy. And intimacy cannot be rushed. Let this be the generation that goes beyond noise and novelty.

Let this be the people who once again tremble under the weight of glory, who do not need a microphone to feel anointed, but weep in the secret place because He is there. This is where divine power lives in reverence, in yieldedness, in purity, not perfection, but purity. The kind that says, “I would rather have His presence and lose everything else than keep everything and lose Him.”

That is the soil where the lost verse grows again. And when it does, when power comes, it doesn’t just look like miracles. It looks like mercy. It doesn’t just sound like tongues; it sounds like repentance. It doesn’t just feel like fire; it feels like peace.

When the verse returns, it doesn’t make us louder. It makes us lower. Suddenly we don’t need to be known. We don’t need the stage. We just need Him. And when that happens, when a people get to that place, He comes. And when He comes, power flows.

The verse is not gone. It’s simply waiting for a heart that is ready … ready to be emptied, ready to be filled, ready to be changed. The verse may be lost to tradition, but it is alive in the Spirit. And He is calling even now. Will you come? Will you lay it all down? Will you become the verse the world has forgotten?

Because when you do, the power that once shook the earth will shake again. Not because you found a verse, but because the Word found you.

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