Attached to this is a story called the Dard's Inventors. I made the story. Every year or so I will attach the next chapter to this story.
Chapter 1:The Funeral
As they sang the last funeral hym:Amazing Grace, Faith Dard broke down crying again and couldn’t sing the last line of the song. Her father had just died yesterday evening right after supper. Faith was 3, and loved her father dearly. Having her mom die, when Faith was born she never knew her mother. Faith looked up at her sister Lavender, singing through her tears. When she left with Lavender,Harry, (her older brother) and Ben-Oni, (her oldest brother) she was crying so hard she didn’t notice where everyone was going and got lost. She thought of her mom’s pictures in her room, she looked like she would have been a good mom if she had stayed alive. Then she thought of her dad very kind in everything he did. She cried again and then she started singing,‘‘Amazing Grace!How sweet the sound!That saved a wretch like me!I once was lost,But now am foundWas blind but now I see.'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear.And grace my fears relieved;How precious did that grace appearThe hour I first believed!Through many dangers, toils and snaresI have already come.'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,And grace will lead me home!The Lord has promised good to me,His word my hope secures;He will my shield and portion be,As long as life endures.Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,And mortal life shall cease;I shall possess within the vail,A life of joy and peace!The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,The sun forbear to shine;But God who called me here belowShall be forever mine!In evil long I took delightUnawed by shame or fear;'Til a new object met my sight,And stopped my wild career.I saw One hanging on a tree,In agonies and blood;Who fixed His languid eyes on meAs near His cross I stood.Sure, never 'til my latest breath,Can I forget that lookIt seemed to charge me with His deathThough not a word He spoke.My conscience owned and felt the guilt,And plunged me in despair;I saw my sins His blood had shed,And helped to nail Him there.Alas, I knew not what I did,But all my tears were vain;Where could my trembling soul be hid,For I the Lord had slain!Because he died upon the cross,He paid the price for me.He bought my soul for his glo-ry,And now he's set me free.The Lord has promised good to me, His Word my hope secures. He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures.And when this heart and flesh shall fail And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess within the veil A life of health and peace.When we've been there ten thousand years,Bright shining as the sun;We've no less days to sing God's praiseThan when we first begun!When she finished the song she heard music in the distance, it sounded like Amazing Grace the song she had just finshed singing except it sounded like another language, it went like this: O Miorbhail gràis! nach breagh'an ceòl; 'S e lorg mi 's mi air chall, Air seachdran dorch', gun neart, gun treòir, 'S a dh'fhosgail sùilean dall.'S e gràs thug eòlas dhomh air in'fheum; 'S e gràs thug saors'is sìth; 'S cha cheannaicheadh òr a' chruinne-chè Chiad-là bha fios nam chrìdh'.Tro iomadh cunnart's trioblaid chruaidh Thug E gu sàbhailt mi. An gràs a shaor bhon bhàs le buaidh Chan fhàg's cha trèig gu sìor.San dachaigh bhuan gun uair gun tìm, 'S deich mìle bliadhn' mar là, Cha sguir an ceòl's chan fhàs iad sgìth A'seiinn a chaoidh mun ghràs.When the voice got to ‘‘Chan fhàg's cha trèig gu sìor’’ Faith opened the door of a house the voice had come from and she saw a girl about 12 years old sitting at a piano and singing this song, or at least she would have been if she wasn’t staring at Faith. ‘‘Hello,’’ said Faith to the girl. Feasgur math! ( feskur ma )Good evening! Said the girl,‘‘Is mise S"leas ,I am Julia, Can I help you?Are you lost? ‘‘Yes, I am my name is Faith, Julia, and I lost my way.’’wispered Faith.Where do you live? Asked Julia. Faith told her the street name and Julia said she knew right where that was and how to get there from here. So they started off.
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