Sunday Morning Song Novels & Stories

They both put on their masks and drove singing along to the music. ''Spirit lead me when my trust is without borders, and we walk upon the waters, wherever you will call me, take me deeper than my feet could ever wander, and my faith would be me stronger,in the prayers inside my saviour'' *Oceans by Hillsongs* This song gave them hope and faith that they will be well. They reached Sarah's home just after 10am. Sarah woke up Jacob and the kids and they all had a light breakfast. All three of them would be taking the test.

"This song is called 'Three AM.' I wrote it last week while feeding my daughter and wondering if I'd ever feel human again." I played. The song was about exhaustion and love and the strange beauty of holding a tiny person at three in the morning while the world slept.

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.

" Linda had not fought for the Mrs. Harris title before because Anthony's prospects were nothing to write home about compared to her other admirers. She had her pick of the litter back then. However, after some incidents overseas... She was back, determined to reclaim the coveted spot once held by Mrs. Harris. On the eve of the weekend, Jessica peered into the celestial canvas for one last time through her bedroom telescope. The once vibrant blue stars were then fading. At the stroke of midnight, a particular star burst into a dazzling light before etching a perfect arc across the sky. Then, it vanished into the cosmic expanse.

Always. I lowered myself carefully onto the bench beside him. His fingers hovered over the keys. He inhaled slowly. Then the first note echoed, soft and gentle. Another followed. Then another. The melody unfolded around us, not sad, not broken, but hopeful. Like sunrise after a long storm. He closed his eyes and began to sing, his voice low and warm, every word settling somewhere deep inside me. "When the nights grew heavy... you became my morning... when I forgot tomorrow... you taught me how to dream..."

At the end: The whole novel's Theme Song: Wanna be that song by Brett Eldredge The radio and a sundress Makin' my world all a mess Back corner of a cornfield Bottle tops and the truth spin Pull the lever, lay the seat back laughin' You slippin' off your shoes While the dashboard speakers Sing every word of Night Moves I wanna be that song that gets you high Makes you dance, makes you fall That melody rewinds years, once disappeared

I say to myself. I wished I had his contacts. It would have been easy to ask him to meet me up. I want to meet him so bad today. I hope to see him, so desperately. I have to look for an excuse just to see him.” ooh Carlos, my love” I say as I prepare myself. It's on a Sunday, and this day usually bores me. I haven't gone to Church in a long time. My family was the one who used to force me to go, but when I came to the university, I had completely forgotten about it.

Another day in Singapore with mom. She is still weak which is one of the side effects of the chemotherapy. Hopefully, with the help of the two nurses mom will gain her strength back before her next chemotherapy session. “Good morning, mom. Rise and shine.” I roll the curtain on each side to let the sunlight in. Mom covers her face to avoid the glare of the morning sunlight. “Good morning, Angel.” “Would you like to stay on the balcony? The sun feels nice on your skin,” I said, opening the glass door.

I stirred slightly to the ray of light peeking through my brown curtain and groaned. I turned my body till I was resting on my left side and covered my face with a pillow to stop the sunlight from waking me up. Before I could go any deeper into the second round of sleep, my alarm blared. The song "Rewrite the stars" by Anne-Marrie and James Author played loudly causing me to snap the sleep off my face and stand up. I turned off the alarm and did my morning prayers. Once I was done, I replayed the alarm song and sang along as I arranged my bed and picked out my clothes for the day.

Hear the song in the falling snow, In your heart, feel a love that grows With each flake that falls from above Hear God’s promise of eternal love We may not know what tomorrow brings, But I believe there’s music in all things A message of hope from God above That His son brings to us eternal love So hear the song in the falling snow A message of light to God’s people below With each flake that falls you’ll know There’s a song in the falling snow. Hear the song in the falling snow.