AN: This chapter is over the 1000 word limit, but as you'll note, it has two songs in it. So technically I get a 2000 word limit.
I really, really like the two songs here, and I definitely recommend them.
Thanks to everyone that's reviewed! I'm so glad you enjoyed the story. Or as I call it, Lorne's Journey.

I'd like to mention that this chapter was slightly inspired by Ladygris' 'Chords of Faith'.

Disclaimer: MGM owns Stargate Atlantis, Chris August owns 'Starry Night' and Josh Wilson owns 'I Refuse'.

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Evan Lorne stood on the West Pier, his easel set up and his paints ready. He quickly popped in a homemade CD he'd found in the Rec Hall, setting the volume low, but loud enough for him to hear.

He'd been surprised to find Christian music there, but he'd heard one of the scientists talking about it and decided to give it a try.

The first song began as he dipped his brush into the blue paint, ready to put what he saw from that spot onto the board.

"From the Birds that Sing, In the Tallest Trees.
To the Human Life, of you and me.
From
the Desert Sands, to the place we stand.
He is God of All, He is Everything.

I'm giving my life to the only One who makes the moon reflect the sun.
Every Starry Night, that was His
design.
I'm giving my life to the only Son, who was and is and yet to come
Let the praises
ring, 'cause He is everything
'Cause He is everything"

Evan paused in his painting, thinking over the words that had just played. After his recent adventure where faith found him, he'd noticed small changes in himself.
He knew that the God he now served was the God of everything, but hearing it sung loud with no shame was something he wasn't used to.

Continuing painting, Evan listened closely to the words.

"From the Autumn Leaves, that will ride the breeze
To the Faith it takes, to pray and sing
From the
Painted sky, to the plank filled eye
He is God of all, He is everything

I'm giving my life to the only One who makes the moon reflect the sun.
Every Starry Night, that was His design.
I'm giving my life to the only Son, who was and is and yet to come
Let the praises ring, 'cause He is everything.

'Cause He is everything."

Pausing again, Evan felt the words go straight to his heart. He knew that every word sung was true, he'd experienced it firsthand.

"Ohhhhhhh (everything)

Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
Hallelujah
I believe
Ohhh
Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
Hallelujah
I believe"

He did. He did believe.

"I'm giving my life to the only One who makes the moon reflect the sun.
I'm giving my life to the only Son who was and is and yet to come."

Smiling, Evan couldn't help but sing along with the next chorus.

"I'm giving my life to the only One who makes the moon reflect the sun.
Every Starry Night, that was His design.
I'm giving my life to the only Son, who was and is and yet to come
Let the Angels sing, that He is Heavenly

So let the Praises ring
'Cause he everything"

Evan knew every word in the song was true, and he couldn't help but change the words slightly.

"I've given my life to the only One who makes the moon reflect the sun.
Every Starry Night, that was His design.
I've given my life to the only Son, who was and is and yet to come.
Let the Angels sing, that He is Heavenly."

He didn't expect any company, but he heard the swish of the doors announcing that someone was behind him. He didn't know who it was, but he figured they'd announce their presence when they were ready.

The next song to play was by a different artist, and this one he recognized. He'd heard it playing in Jennifer's office a few times.
Singing along, Evan tried to ignore the person watching him. Not many people knew he painted, and even less knew he could sing.

"Sometimes I,
I just want to close
my eyes
And act like everyone's alright
When I know they're not.
This world needs God
But it's easier to stand
and watch.
I could say a prayer and just move on
Like nothing's wrong.

But I refuse."

Evan still had the feeling that he was being watched, and he tried to ignore it as best he could.

"Cause I don't want to live like I don't care.
I don't want to say another empty prayer.
Oh, I refuse to
Sit around and wait for someone else
To do what God has called me to do myself.
Oh, I could choose
Not to move but I refuse."

Evan focused back on his painting, listening intently to the words of the song.

"I can hear the least of these
Crying out so desperately,
And I know we are the hands and feet
Of you, oh God.
So, if you say move,
Then it's time for me to follow through,
And do what I was made to do.
Show them who you are.

'Cause I don't want to live like I don't care.
I don't want to say another empty prayer.
Oh, I refuse to
Sit around and wait for someone else
To do what God has called me to do myself.
Oh, I could choose
Not to move but I refuse."

His brush moved back and forth with the music, the painting becoming more and more a real picture with each stroke.

Blue, brown, white, green, peach… All of them went from his brush to the canvas.

"To stand and watch
The weary and lost
Cry out for help.
I refuse
To turn my back
And try and act like all is well.
I refuse
To stay unchanged,
To wait another day,
To die to myself.
I refuse
To make one more excuse.

Cause I don't want to live like I don't care.
I don't want to say another empty prayer.
Oh, I refuse to
Sit around and wait for someone else
To do what God has called me to do myself.
Oh, I could choose
Not to move but I refuse."

The song died off, but Evan didn't care what the next song was. He stared in shock at the painting in front of him.
It was the best thing he'd ever painted, and he wasn't sure he could even say that it was his.

There, standing in the sand in front of the dark green trees on the mainland across the light blue ocean, stood a solid brown cross.

"That's amazing." The visitor commented.

"Yeah, it is." Evan replied, still staring at the canvas.

"I didn't know you could paint, or sing."

"Not many people do."

Silence rained for a few moments before Evan turned away from the painting to face his visitor.

"You're a Christian." It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yep."

"I gave up on Christ a long time ago."

Evan grew curious at that. "Why?"

"My Dad." The visitor said. He was obviously uncomfortable with the subject, but he had the feeling that he needed this talk, whether he wanted it or not. "He was drunk most of the time, only sober when it was time to go to Church on Sunday morning."

Evan remained silent, somehow knowing that he needed to let his visitor talk without prompting.

"Almost everyday he'd come home drunk after work and beat my Mom. Often he'd turn to me or my sister, but usually it was Mom. He'd claimed it was what 'God would want him to do'." He scoffed. "Hearing that everyday and then going to Church on Sunday morning and having to pretend that my life was perfect really turned me away."

"Is that why you turned to science?" Evan dared ask.

"Yeah. Numbers don't lie."

"Would it help if I told you that your Dad was a jerk?"

"Not really. I already knew that."

All of a sudden, Evan knew why he'd painted that picture. His visitor had turned to leave, but stopped when his named was called.

"Yeah?"

Picking up the painting, Evan carefully handed it to the man. "Merry Christmas, McKay."

"It's July." Rodney pointed out.

"Merry early Christmas." Evan said with a smile. "Please, I want you to have it."

"Oh." McKay turned his gaze away for a moment as if deciding. "Thanks." He accepted the painting and quickly made his escape.

Evan didn't know why he'd given one of his paintings to McKay of all people, he'd never even given Jennifer one, but he somehow knew that it was what he was supposed to do.