Write Your Story Video
Write Your Story Lyrics
They say
You’re the King of everything
The One who taught the wind to sing
The Source of the rhythm my heart keeps beating
They say
You can give the blind their sight
And You can bring the dead to life
You can be the hope my soul’s been seekin’
I wanna tell You now that I believe it
I wanna tell You now that I believe it
I do, that You can make me new, oh
CHORUS
I’m an empty page
I’m an open book
Write Your story on my heart
Come on and make Your mark
Author of my hope
Maker of the stars
Let me be Your work of art
Won’t You write Your story on my heart
Write Your story, write Your story
Come on and write Your story, write Your story
Won’t You write Your story on my heart
My Life
I know it’s never really been mine
So do with it whatever You like
I don’t know what Your plan is
But I know it’s good, yeah
I wanna tell You now that I believe in
I wanna tell You now that I believe in
In You, so do what You do, oh
CHORUS
Write Your story, write Your story
Come on and write Your story, write Your story
Won’t You write Your story on my heart
I want my history
To be Your legacy
Go ahead and show this world
What You’ve done in me
And when the music fades
I want my life to say
I let You write your story, write Your story
Write Your story, write Your story
CHORUS
Write Your story, write Your story
Come on and write Your story, write Your story
Won’t You write Your story on my heart
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I want My God to write my story on my heart but my heart has been broken into so many small pieces…such tiny, minute bits that it is hard for me to believe that God can find a piece … a piece big enough to write a story on anymore. First, my husband , what can I say? He must have felt so small he had to make me feel smaller…and smaller…and smaller until I have almost disappeared.
He fooled me. I thought he was a kind, thoughtful, generous, loving man until he hit me …over and over again. If that didn’t work he said things to me that took the bits of my heart and squeezed them dry. And still I loved him. I certainly couldn’t tell you why…I just didn’t know why, but you know
that feeling..
Finally, I woke up one morning and realized I was living a kind of unending nightmare that never stopped…it was my new life. I have been married 47 years….So the beatings started when the police did not care. It wasn’t a crime…to hit your wife…it wasn’t an assault… it was just a domestic disagreement. And still I loved him. I certainly couldn’t tell you why…I just didn’t know why, but I know you know that feeling.
And now , here I am trying to tell you…an absolute stranger, how I woke up one morning…still living the nightmare, still wondering how I could be so fooled.
I started telling him after he had a three year affair with a woman but begging me to take him back… that I would take him back. He wept, he said he was sorry, he said he wanted to have his family… It was only lsater that he told me he wasn’t going to get on his knees and change. I tried to explain he had broken a trust,… that I felt betrayed. I must have been a little crazy… look what I could leave behind. I was only 38… I could heal my tiny bits of broken heart. But, still I loved. I certainly couldn’t tell you why…I just didn’t know why, but I know you know that feeling.. And there were the children. And I was Catholic
Once again I woke in the neverending nightmare. The beatings started almost before I could sit down; I told him one day I would wake from the nightmare and he would have killed the love
I need to find the bits of heart for God to write my story.
what should i do when my B.F.F fight with me
Should i fight too?
No you’re wrong You will not fight with you B.F.F.
Give them a chance. Maybe they will know what they are doing is wrong. The first day when i fight with my friend Hafsa i feel like I was not longer to live I did not talk to her almost a month to tell that i am not feeling happy top fight with her I sent her letter when she read my letter she feel sorry and promise to me she will never fight with me again. i tell her how I felt without her and we solve the problem between us . Until today we never fight again. i called her sister because she deserve that.
Friendship is not big thing it is a million little things. good friends are always stick by your thought also they always be your side no matter what. friends always say good things about you. The way you can be good friend is show love your friends don’t let them get hurt i know they don’t what is inside of you only what they know is you’re a person.
Being honest may not get you a lot of friends but it will always get the right ones. I have so many friends around the globe and they are so lovely I never thought I would have friends but I was wrong today I am so lucky to have them I have almost 5,000 friends around the globe. I am always nice to my friends. Be nice to people on your way up because you might meet them on your way down. If your friends are not nice to you can teach teach them how to be a nice friend. If they don’t listen to you, they are not really friends
I LOVE TO MAKE STORY’S
I feel soooooo beautiful when i listen to this song…
I can sing this part over and over and over again… this song, speaks the words of how i truly feel right now. Thanks Francesca.
“I’m an empty page
I’m an open book
Write Your story on my heart
Come on and make Your mark
Author of my hope
Maker of the stars
Let me be Your work of art
Won’t You write Your story on my heart”