Believing Songs Novels & Stories

"Take my breath, make believe. I want to breathe you in, You are my heart, You are my soul. You are my heart." I make eye contact with my mother as I speed up the tempo, the notes become anxious, fast, deep. "Take a chance, Oh take a chance, Take a break, make believe, I want to believe you’ll be mine. Oh yeah, you’ll be mine. Be my heart, be my soul, Oh, my heart, be mine and I’ll be yours."

Sighing, she looked beyond the horizon. She could hear the crickets in the forest nearby and the occasional gust of wind as well as the crashing waves below the cliff. Suddenly, music echoed in the air when Gideon plucked the strings of the guitar. Jewel heard his voice again and it's making her heart beat faster. "For by faith, we believe that what is seen has been made by what is unseen," Gideon whispered. "Blessed are those who have not seen yet still believe."

"She's just hurt. She wants to hurt you back." I took a deep breath before starting a song. 'Take you back Do do do do Take you back' They joined in and I took the lead walking up to Adrian. 'Oh I've been told by (do do do do) Some people and they all (do do do do) Said to take you back (do do do do) Take you back like before (do do do do) 'I don't call this a reason I just call it believin' in myself Do do do do

The image of playing the guitar as she sings the songs that she memorized about the missionary girl fulfilling Jesus Christ's great commission to, ‘Go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to obey everything" lingers.’ "You are always beautiful inside and out for me, wife. I will never leave you." He said. She continues pondering, "And I was singing the song, 'Why Me Lord' And quickly my tears streams from my eyes singing again, 'Galilee song', to follow Him and leaving all things behind," she continued.

by Lauren Daigle started playing. The song meant a lot to me, as it had gotten me through some of my weakest and toughest times. Mixed with meditation, it worked like magic in renewing my self confidence. “ Ooh oh. You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing You say I am strong when I think I am weak And You say I am held when I am falling short And when I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours And I believe, (I) oh I believe (I)

(Song: Believer by Imagine Dragons) JODI It has been a drama filled week so far. Knowing that Brandon and Belle were an item before now clearly told me the reason for Brandon's sullen look since day one. He still had feelings for her and was probably jealous she was cozy with Kyle.

"Well, I know that nothing in the holy book is true, and so are you, dear God. So, I must say, I don't believe in you, God.” Vraxlon watched the singer carefully. He heard the lyrics while the melody played by the guitar sounded aggressively, contrasting the softness in the man's voice. It was a song made of contradictions, an open letter addressed to God, even if man said several times in his verses that he did not believe that God could hear him. "Nowaday the more blasphemy, the more they think they will gain easy fame," grumbled a woman as she passed by us, holding the bag firmly under her arm. "You're not going to get anywhere like that, young man.”

Joan felt a sharp pain in chest. A pat on Joan's shoulder as a form of encouragement from his friend. “Everything will pass, the most important thing is that you still believe! If it's important to you, then keep it. You have to be stronger to protect what you think is valuable.” With Joan's current condition, he admits that feels weak, but losing Lynd and letting her go to be with other men will never be Joan's choice not at all. ***

And if it is really meant to be someday in the future, I hope our paths will traverse yet another time, and maybe then we can have a chance, a chance to happen, although I don’t hope for it is scary to expect without certainty. Where does my faith go? I placed one earbud on my left ear and played a song from Spotify. I was listening to the song, If I Were You by Switchfoot, and was looking at my face in the mirror thinking what to write next. 2020 enemies What a dismal odyssey Hell bound the apathy Is there any remedy? 'Cause we bicker over Listerine With Twitter as our liturgy What a crummy legacy 2020 enemies If I were you And you were me

“You are here, healing every heart… I worship you; I worship you…” “You are here, turning life around… I worship you; I worship you…” “You are here, bringing death to life… I worship you; I worship you…” Their voices echoed, vibrating the very foundation of the hospital, as the student sang along to the song of faith, their voices trembled with emotion. The lyrics, filled with hope and reassurance, resonated deeply within them. Some couldn’t hold back tears, their faces streaked with droplets of sorrow and concern. Other voices cracked as they sang, their hearts pouring in prayer for Benita’s recovery.