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Suddenly, as one, all the Greys stop talking and gape at Christian. What? Christian is singing softly to himself at the piano. Silence descends on us all as we strain to hear his soft, lyrical voice. I've heard him sing before, haven't they? He stops, suddenly conscious of the deathly hush that's fallen over the room. Kate glances questioningly at me and I shrug. Christian turns on the stool and frowns, embarrassed to realize he's become the center of attention.'Go on,' Grace urges softly. 'I've never heard you sing, Christian. Ever.

If you've got nothing to dance about, find a reason to sing.

Over the boundary of time,Hope transcends,Desire sings,One verse,One song,And that is the song of happiness.

If you cannot sleep, sing to your soul.

When something seems unbalanced and out of rhythm, just a song can tune things up in a moment. The power of music is therapy.

From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free.For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover

Dance your pain, sing your sorrows, because there is nothing else tomorrow.

A good mother... when you CRY, she CARRIES you; when you are HUNGRY, she will HURRY to feed you; when you are about to SLEEP, she SINGS for you! Long live good mothers! Thank you mama!

I don't have what it takes to inspire someone to become a "worldly" musician or rapper! I can't use the power God gave me yesterday to work against the Kingdom God set up many years ago!

When you choose your life, ignore people, when you make it in life, remember some friends, when you sing a song, praise your source, when predicaments arises, stand your ground.

After a few minutes, she speaks up again. __ou__e next. Sing.__nxiety grips Hallelujah__ chest, squeezing. __ don__ sing,_ she says.____on, it doesn__ matter if you__e bad. It__ not like this is a concert hall____he__ not bad._ Jonah__ back. __he has a great voice.__achel swings around to look from Jonah to Hallelujah. __eally? Now you have to____o."__ut____ don__ sing,_ Hallelujah repeats, turning away.Jonah joins them by the fire. The silence stretches out. Except it__ not really silent, not with the birds and wind and fire and how loud Hallelujah__ heart is beating. And then Jonah clears his throat. __ou used to sing,_ he says. __ou were great.__allelujah ignores the compliment. She looks into the fire. She feels the last of the day__ happiness fading away, already a memory.__hy__ you quit?_ Jonah asks. __as it __ause of Luke?__allelujah inhales deeply. She feels the familiar spark of anger in her gut. __es,_ she says. __t was because of Luke. And you. And everyone else. So thanks for that._ Jonah__ face drops. She can see that she__ hit a nerve. Well, he hurt her first. The way he took Luke__ side, shutting her out. The loss of his friendship, when she needed a friend most. The loss of their voices harmonizing, when she needed music most. How she just hurt him can__ begin to compare to all of that.

Relax. Refresh. Renew. Play. Sing. Laugh. Enjoy. Forgive. Dance. Love. Hug. Share. Kiss. Create. Explore. Hope. Listen. Dare. Trust. Dream. Learn. TODAY!

Listening to Don Moen's songs always reminds me of my darkest momentsThen I was always listening to them and crying, locking myself alone in the room, shedding tears, questioning God, singing along with Don MoenBut today, whenever I listen to the songs, I always smile.Indeed, God never sleeps, He never slumbers

Sing, then. Sing, indeed, with shoulders back, and head up so that song might go to the roof and beyond to the sky. Mass on mass of tone, with a hard edge, and rich with quality, every single note a carpet of colour woven from basso profundo, and basso, and baritone, and alto, and tenor, and soprano, and also mezzo, and contralto, singing and singing, until life and all things living are become a song.O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

I have drunk the night and swallowed the stars. I am dancing with abandon and singing with rapture. There is not a thing I do not love. There is not a person I have not forgiven. I feel a universe of love. I feel a universe of light. Tonight, I am with old friends and we are returning home. The moon is our witness.

Music gives strength to the soul.