My Church Lyrics Novels & Stories

Was I? Lot was boiling. He didn’t want me near it but he couldn’t stop me because I was already looking for the verse. Opening the bible gave me memories of the church. I used to be in the choir. I missed those days. All the seats of the church would fill up every Sunday. It was because of the choir. Our style of signing was superb. It even drew sluts, drug dealers and lost souls to our church. We changed so many lives… till that evil man transferred his devilish rights to me. He had to choose me. Why me? My life was perfect till he came.

"Elementary School Building, Wing 5. April 17th, 2015. Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as in heaven. Give us today our daily bread. Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us. Save us from the time of trial and deliver us from evil. For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours now and for ever. Amen." He stopped the recorder and moved to the end of the all. With a camera in hand, he snapped a picture of the empty corridor.

Imogene Scott The ride down to the chapel is long. Damien turns up the radio at some point. Bumper-to-bumper traffic too, and Sara Bareilles’ “Brave” is the biggest song on the radio right now, so it blares from the speakers every third song. On a regular day, Sara’s fine, but the last thing I want to hear on the day of my father’s funeral is how much Sara Bareilles wants to see me be brave. We finally turn into the parking lot of the Garden Grove 6th Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the church dad attended. We walk up the front steps and in through the back door. I haven’t been here in years, but

🎵🎵🎵 I remember so well The day that you came into my life You asked for my name You had the most beautiful smile... 🎵🎵🎵 As I walked with Mommy and Daddy down the middle of the aisle into the church I could feel in my heart every lyric being sung by a great singer. With every step, I feel the attainment of eternal happiness in the company of my parents. 🎵🎵🎵

Christian also sitting with them. "So this is the song I wrote a while back. Tell me how is it. It's called 'Kill em with kindness'." I take a deep breath and begin to play. 🎶The world can be a nasty place, you know it, I know it, yeah. 🎶 I glanced at Christian who had an unknown emotion on his face. 🎶See we don't have to fall from grace🎶 I see the children looking at me in awe. 🎶 Put down the weapons you fight with and kill em with Kindness, kill em with kindness, Kill em with kindness. 🎶

And the times she used to cry while listening to the song or even playing it on the piano. “ Sunday mornings were your favorite I used to meet you down on Woods Creek Road You did your hair up like you were famous Even though it's only church where we were going Now Sunday mornings, I just sleep in It's like I buried my faith with you I'm screaming at a God, I don't know if I believe in 'Cause I don't know what else I can do I'm still holding on to everything that's dead and gone I don't wanna say goodbye 'cause this one means forever

Walking alone through nights when shame felt heavier than breath itself. And walking into that small church one evening when I had nothing left but death to court. The memory rose suddenly. I had not gone there to find God. I had gone there because I could not find a reason to keep living. I remembered standing outside the doors that night, hearing the choir inside. “Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine" and the lyric “He washed us white as snow…” My hands had been shaking then, my heart had been a battlefield of accusations. You are ruined.

"The number you have dialed is no longer in service.” A week passed and the anonymous blackmailer still hadn't replied to my text and here I was on Sunday, trapped under the suffocating weight of my vestments. When the heavy wooden doors opened and I processed out into the sanctuary, the bright lights of the church made my head spin. The organ music boomed through the building, but to me, it sounded like a funeral march. I stared at a congregation full of blank faces. Anyone could be holding that phone, literally anyone. I stepped up to the altar, forced my chin up, and looked out at the sea of people. My heart instantly dropped into my stomach, beating wildly against my ribs.

Chorus (Both): Forever in our hearts, you stay, A love that time can't take away, You're the song we sing, In every tear, in everything. Verse 2 (Alex): Your touch, your smile, your gentle ways, They haunt my nights, they fill my days, In every breath, I feel your loss, A life without you is such a heavy cost. Pre-Chorus (Adam): You gave us strength, you gave us love, An angel sent from up above, Now the skies have called you home, But in our hearts, you're not alone.

What's happening? I tightly closed my eyes when I had already chosen what decision I would make. Okay, calm down. Stand for it, Ara! I took a deep breath. I can do this! I slowly stepped my feet into the church where at the same time the familiar song started playing, causing the nervousness to start rumbling throughout my system. Song: Marry your daughter Sir, I'm a bit nervous About being here today. Still not really sure what I'm going to say. So bare with me please,