Fred Hammond - No Weapon Formed Against Me Shall Prosper -

The heavy wooden doors of the sanctuary creaked open, but Marcus didn’t look up. He sat on the front pew, his head buried in his hands. The eviction notice in his pocket felt like it was burning a hole through his jeans. After twelve years of loyal service, the factory had closed, and Marcus felt the walls of his life closing in with it.

But as the song transitioned into its bridge, the tempo shifted. The choir rose behind Hammond, a wall of vocal strength that seemed to push back against the shadows of the empty room. Fred Hammond - No Weapon Formed Against Me Shall Prosper

"It won't work," he whispered. Then louder. "It won't work!" The heavy wooden doors of the sanctuary creaked