AN: I heard this song on the radio the other day, and I couldn't help but be Inspired to write some more Songfics.
I'm going through a particularly hard point in my life (This morning, I got kicked out of the dance school I've been attending since September 1999) and I'd appreciate any and all prayers. My writing may be slightly lacking because of this (dance was my life), but hopefully I'll get back into the swing of things.

I'd like to send a Thank You to Ladygris for PM-ing with me :) It's helped to have someone to chat with.

Disclaimer: MGM owns Stargate Atlantis and Third Day owns 'Cry Out To Jesus'.
Spoilers: Sateda, Sunday, Doppelganger, Missing, Outcast, Search and Rescue.
Also, as this has been written after my 'Chronicles of the Melodies' story, a few things from that have been mentioned. However, you shouldn't have to read it to understand, though it may help.

Warnings: Tissue alert! So I don't get 'fussed at' again, I'm issuing a tissue alert for the whole story.

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Ronon tried to not think about Melena anymore. But every now and again, a reminder of what he lost would come up.

Melena had been his world. She was smart, kind, loving… Everything that he'd wanted in a wife. When she'd been killed, Ronon thought he'd die of grief.
Becoming a Runner had changed him greatly. He became more savage, not like how he'd been on Sateda.

Coming to Atlantis had changed him even more. He learned to trust people. He learned that he could have friends.
Sheppard was like him, he didn't like to talk about emotions. But on the rare occasions where it couldn't be helped, Ronon found that Sheppard understood more than he'd given him credit for.

Ronon had more cause now to fight the Wraith than he'd ever had before. He was still suffering from loosing Melena, but having a purpose helped.

Major Lorne, of all people, had been the one to tell Ronon about Christ. On Sateda, they'd had different religions, but Ronon hadn't been apart of the religious group.
Lorne had said that if he ever needed to talk, he was there. Or, he could always talk to God. Ronon scoffed at that. God, if there was one, hadn't been around to save Melena; hadn't been around to keep him from running for seven years. Why should he turn to someone that had abandoned him? Why turn to someone that he wasn't even sure existed?

Ronon was resting in his room, listening to a CD Lorne had given him, after a particularly hard mission.

They'd been captured, again, and he'd had to watch as Sheppard was tortured, again. He'd never felt quite as helpless as he'd felt then.
After every session, Sheppard was shoved to the hard dirt floor where he lay until the next session, too exhausted and in too much pain to even try to escape.

They'd been taken through many gates and they didn't think they were going to get out of there alive. After Sheppard's fifth torture session, Ronon had found himself silently praying for help.
He'd never prayed a day in his life, and suddenly he was. Within thirty minutes of his praying for help, a rescue team had burst through the door.

He didn't know how they'd managed to find them. But they did. Sheppard was being treated in the infirmary while Teyla, Rodney and Ronon were ordered to eat and rest.

A song came on, and Ronon couldn't help but listen intently as the first verse and chorus struck a note in him.

To everyone who's lost someone they love
Long before it was their time
You feel like the days you had were not enough
when you said goodbye

And to all of the people with burdens and pains
Keeping you back from your life
You believe that there's nothing and there is no one
Who can make it right

There is hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
Love for the broken heart
There is grace and forgiveness
Mercy and healing
He'll meet you wherever you are
Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus

Maybe Lorne had a point. Maybe there was a God out there watching over them. Ronon made a note to ask Lorne more about it.