The Devil Goes To Heaven

Sing To Me

When I awake, Delilah isn't lying next to me. I look around and see she's sitting in my desk chair across the room from me. She's holding a seven-string guitar that's brown but fades into orange in the center of it. Her left hand is on the fretboard and she's holding a rose-colored pick in the right. I assume she went to get her guitar when I was sleeping.

"Morning, sleepy head," she says, "You talk in your sleep."

"I do?"

"Yeah. It's cute."

I sit up in bed and run my fingers through my hair.

"I wanted to sing a song for you," she admits, "I don't really sing in front of people unless I think they're special. And since you fall into that category, I got a song for you."

"Alright. I'm excited to hear it."

"Cool! Let me tune her up real quick."

She starts to tune her guitar, each string she makes slight adjustments until it sounds to her liking. The morning sun is shining through the drapes and onto her and her guitar. It's like she's an angel sent to play me a song.

"The song is called, I Won't Leave," she says with a faint white smile.

Delilah starts to strum and wow. She's not just good at guitar. She's fantastic. The best I've ever seen or heard by far. Listening to her is like listening to three people playing the guitar all at once. She's doing the bass, the main score, and the rhythm all at once. Using her hand and thumb around the fretboard, she's doing the entire work of a band all by herself. And then she starts to sing:

"Nowadays, all I see are all the things you're not

Between those songs you sing, it's all I can think of

Since then the words you left behind

They cover every bit of my soul

Nowadays, it's all I ever need

All I ever need from you...

I never thought a woman so small could have a voice so pure and powerful. I've never heard anybody that sounds like her before. And when she gets the chorus—

"Whatever it is that keeps me from denying your love

I will never know

Whatever it is that keeps me from denying your love

I will never know

Whatever it is that keeps me from denying your love

It's not what I want...

I guess we got what we need..."

My skin begins to have goosebumps. I've felt the exact same way with Jesus. I've been frustrated with him. At my wit's end. But I still don't let him go. And at the end of the day. I guess we both got what we needed.

Delilah plays a few chords that progress the song well. She then begins the second verse:

"Nowadays, all I hear are prayers that I forgot

And amongst those many prayers, I'd rather lose them all

Since then the days are getting longer

But I keep getting lost in the throes

Nowadays, it's all I ever need

All I ever need from you..."