Believing Songs Novels & Stories

“Take this fainted heart Take this tainted hands Wash me in your love Come like grace again Even when my strength is lost I'll praise you Even when I have no song I'll praise you Even when it's hard to find the words, louder then I will sing your praise I'll only sing your praise” I feel the emotions coming back up again but the anger is dissipating. I start to sing to the Hillsong United song with a heavy heart. "Take this mountain weight Take these ocean tears Hold me through the trial Come like hope again Even when the fight seems lost I'll praise you Even when it hurts like hell I'll praise you Even when it makes no sense to sing

I have a dream, a song to sing. To help me cope, with anything. If you see the wonder, of a fairy tale You can take the future, even if you fail (With his eyes still closed, he raises his head up high as he sings this part) I believe in angels something good in everything I see (And Ver turns her hum slightly high) I believe in angels When I know the time is right for me I'll cross the street I have a dream He is so beautiful as he sings, causing several emotions of sadness, pain and happiness resonate out of him, spreading widely and rapidly across the entourage. Him singing like this accompanied by no musical instruments but just the constant humming by few people, makes his own version of

It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best🎶 ---

Every page inside was a record of my supposed sins, line after line in my own handwriting. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I won't lie again." This time, I wanted to write something true. My vision was almost gone. I wrote through tears. "Mommy, I really love you." "I really am in pain. Why won't you believe me?" "Mommy. Please. Just believe me once." I finished the last word. The pain stopped. Something I had never felt before took its place — weightless, quiet, and clean. I rose and looked down. I saw myself slumped over the desk with one arm hanging at my side, still.

“Shut your mouth! Every word you just said, you’d better have proof! “Otherwise, I’ll make sure you regret it.” Raya winced from the pain but forced a triumphant look in my direction. “Of course he won’t admit it. But you, every time you remember what I said, your heart will bleed, won’t it?” I met her gaze coldly. “Save your breath. No matter what you say, I’ll believe him.” Asher’s eyes snapped toward me, lighting up with something raw and complicated: surprise, gratitude, and a deep ache all at once.

“Sex with me, so amazing All this all work, no vacation Stay up off my I*******m wit-” My phone blared loudly from its spot on my bed. Depressed thoughts now scattered from the unexpected call, I quickly searched for my singing phone, knowing exactly who was behind the call. Quickly finding it underneath my scattered papers, the pad of my pointer finger gently pressed on the vibrating green icon to accept the call.

Not applause. But belief.

She was stunned. Her husband’s voice was rich and beautiful. He was singing better than the owner of the song. Finally, we are here now I've been waiting all my life, whoa Every day you're all I think about, yeah My mind, it's like a river and you always bathe in the water Oh, I prayed for you Oh, I cried for you I can't believe we're here at last Oh, I prayed for you Oh, I cried for you I can't believe we're here at last

The photographer gave us a cue, smiling behind the camera. "Ready? Three, two, one!" "Cheese!" The camera clicked, and the image froze in time—just Valerie and I, smiling at each other, full of happiness. Life had struck me hard, but I chose to sing through the pain.