I Prayed For You I Cried For You Novels & Stories

The first man I ever loved was also the one to tear my heart in pieces. The pain was just unbearable. Tracy told me to pray but I stopped believing in prayer because I felt my prayers were never answered. Anytime I prayed for something, I got the exact opposite. For instance the time that my mother was being driven to the hospital, I prayed that God will bring her back safe with my baby brother or sister but they never returned. Same as the time my dad died. So you see, it's just been like that. But since I didn't have any other option, I decided to give it another try. It would be better than nothing.

I wanted to stop crying, but I couldn't control my feelings, everything I felt was rushing out. I needed to unleash them. I closed my eyes and prayed to God for Susan to come back to me. I was asking for the impossible and somewhere in my heart, I wanted that impossibility to become possible. This is what God wants to hear, right? Him being in charge, his plan?

Tears clouded her eyes as she made the prayer. "God in heaven, I beg you, please protect my brother. He's the only little brother I've got. Apart from him and my mother, I have no one else. I know, I made a mistake. I shouldn't have blamed him. I shouldn't have made him run away. I admit, it's all my fault. I should be the one lying there, and not my brother. I'm sorry, please forgive me. Hear my cry, oh God. Keep him safe, for me, " she cried bitterly as she fell on the floor. Her heart stung due to the pain. The pain was too much for her to handle.

All I had ever asked God was to wake Emily up, but he wouldn't listen to me, he didn't even consider that I had never asked him anything Before, he refused to hear my plea. Everyday, I would cry and plead to him that he let Emily get back up, I would cry to him that he let her open her eyes again, but he wouldn't hear me out. Wasn't my cry loud enough, do I have to shout out loud? was he going to hear me if I shout and cry more than I had been doing? I really didn't think so. If tears could build a staircase, I would have climbed it up to God and ask him directly, I would have gone to him and ask him to help my Emily get back up on her feet, to help her open her eyes again, but unfortunately

'Cause that's what I do, that's what I do When I pray for you Oh, when I pray for you I know you're gonna grow up some day But don't forget to take your time And take the time to call back home It ain't always gonna be easy It ain't always gonna be fair I know you ain't always gonna need me But I promise that I'll always be there I pray you love like your momma And you forgive just like she does 'Cause when this life knocks you down I hope you get down on your knees 'Cause that's what I do, that's what I do When I pray for you Oh, when I pray for you I talk to God about you When everything around me breaks I look up and hear him say Love like your momma And forgive just like she does And whe

I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling the first tear to leave my eyes rolls down and soaks into my hair as I think about my twins and how much we’re all hurting, I pray for them to find me and find me quickly. “I need you both now more than ever” I whisper into the darkness hoping somehow they can hear me.

But who am I kidding the word forgiveness is not even in his dictionary. " please god ....please save me form this devil ", i prayed to God and started crying.

Although it had been a while, I prayed. "Dear God, I once believed you to be real… but now I'm not so sure anymore. And even if you exist, I don't know if you hate me as I'm supernatural and probably, I don't know, evil… Anyways, I'm just going to ask you for this favor as I don't know what else to do and because there's no harm in praying." I sniffed and wiped away my ceaseless tears. "Please, wake him up. Please, I beg you. He's just a boy, he doesn't deserve to die this way. He's my friend and my brother. I have lost all my family, I don't want to lose him too. Please God, answer my prayer." I didn't feel any difference, not in Checkmate or with my disturbed heart and mind. I had to try a

Once we were all together, Dad signaled for me to lead the prayer. I took a deep breath and nodded, realizing that this was something I could do. As we gathered in the living room, I closed my eyes and began to speak, my voice trembling. "Lord our God, You are great and almighty. We come to You with humble hearts, pleading for Your mercy. Please keep Poppy safe from all harm and bring her back to us safely. We're lost without her. She's the light of my life, and I can't imagine a world without her. Give her strength, wherever she is. And give us the strength to keep hoping, to keep believing that she'll come back to us.”

My throat was dry, words clawing their way up but not finding voice. But then they did. In a whisper. "Main jhootha hoon... paapi hoon... I don't deserve love, mercy, or even your glance... but she, Kiyara-she always prayed to you, didn't she? Always had your name on her lips. If not for me, at least for her... help me." The stone under my knees was cold. My head rested on the step, eyes closed, and I sat there for what felt like an eternity. People passed me-some indifferent, some giving strange looks-but I didn't move. I couldn't.