Believing Songs Novels & Stories

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

Comfort them in their sorrow and fill them with your peace. Strengthen their faith in you and bless them with confidence and courage to face the future, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen." We sang Amazing Grace as soon as the priest was done with his prayer and I look up at the sky as we sing this song. Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now am found Was blind but now I see Was Grace that taught my heart to fear And Grace, my fears relieved How precious did that Grace appear

“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.

“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.