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Abide / Endless Praise
Verse 1:
For my waking breath for my daily bread
I depend on You, I depend on You
For the sun to rise for my sleep at night
I depend on You, I depend on You
Chorus 1:
You're the way the truth and the life
You're the well that never runs dry
I'm the branch and You are the vine
Draw me close and teach me to abide
Verse 2:
Where the Spirit leads as I'm following
I depend on You, I depend on You
For the victories still in front of me
I depend on You, I depend on You
Chorus 1
Chorus 2:
Be my strength my song in the night
Be my all my treasure my prize
I am Yours forever Your mine
Draw me close and teach me to abide
Verse 3:
When I pass through death as I enter rest
I depend on You, I depend on You
For eternal life to be raised with Christ
I depend on You, I depend on You
Verse 4:
I can't wait for eternity
Join the song they're already singing
Holy, holy, holy
Are you Lord
Just to bow down before your throne
See your face, I'll cry out
Because you're holy, holy, holy
Are you Lord
Chorus 3:
Jesus, king of kings
Jesus, majesty
Verse 5:
Standing with those who have heard well done
Proclaiming forever that you're the one who's
Faithful, faithful, faithful
Are you Lord
What can we give you but endless praise?
The heavens roar as we shout
Your name is Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
You are Lord
Chorus 3
Bridge 1 (x2):
Worthy, worthy, worthy Lord
Another glimpse of glory we sing once more
Worthy, worthy, worthy Lord
Forever, forever
Bridge 2 (x2):
Worthy, worthy, worthy Lord
(I depend on you)
Another glimpse of glory we sing once more
(I depend on you)
Worthy, worthy, worthy Lord
(I depend on you)
Forever, forever
(I depend on you)
Chorus 1
Chorus 4 (x2):
Be my strength my song in the night
(Jesus, King of Kings)
Be my all my treasure my pride
I am Yours forever You’re mine
(Jesus, Majesty)
Draw me close and
Teach me to abide
Closing (x2):
I depend on You, I depend on You
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Aaron Williams ft. The Worship Initiative - "Abide"
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Anyway so like we can agree that to at least some extent Gortash probably had such a liking for Durge because Durge is among the most capable and dangerous people to exist, and they admired him, presumably liked him even. Which, for someone who craves power likely as a form of self protection due to childhood trauma, is probably a VERY good feeling. The assurance and comfort that would provide. Right.
Anyway anyway, imagine a post-canon Durge raising hell and waging war with Bane himself to get Gortash's soul back and save him from an eternity of torture for failing as his God's chosen. Imagine if they won. Imaging how Gortash would feel about that.
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“Take me to church/ I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies/ I’ll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife/ Offer me that deathless death/ Oh good God, let me give you my life”
thats kinda gay, crowley..
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uhh Björn is responsible for some of the runes in Hagia Sophia, at least one (1) is some silly thing about how much he and Heracles love each other. They joke they're gonna climb back up there eventually and add something about how they're still together <3
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Volotober Day 8: Home
“That place is not my home.”
Little backstory for why Rei’s there: While I was drawing for day 8 and 9, I realized it would fit another AU I had brewing. I just call it the Sinnoh Clan AU, since the premise is to have everyone (barring Jubilife Village) assimilate into one giant clan that worships Arceus, Palkia, and Dialga. Volo, Rei, Irida, Adaman, and the others all grow up together in the Sinnoh clan.
Special children are chosen to undergo training as a ‘champion’ to serve one of the deities, and both Volo and Rei were part of the group chosen to serve Arceus. However, at the tail end of the final competition, Arceus makes a ‘public’ show of choosing Rei as his champion over Volo even though he won fair and square. There are already rumors that Volo was seen consorting with the exiled god, Giratina, so the rest of the clan members take it as a sign that Arceus doesn’t want him to remain in the clan.
Unfortunately for Volo, the strange lightning that affects the Nobles happens right after, which doesn’t help his case one bit. He’s chased out of the clan after one of the Nobles attacks them, narrowly escaping death when he’s taken in by an older couple from a nearby village.
Rei, who now holds the highest power in the clan as Arceus’ champion, secretly looks for him to apologize and bring him back (since he doesn’t believe that he’s cursed). But Volo is obviously resentful of his former friend, and refuses to go back under his ‘pity’.
Tomorrow’s prompt is ‘Prayer’! Do you think it’ll be a happy set this time? :)
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18 + Castiel/Crowley for the hug prompts
tight and desperate hug huh. there are so many crowstiel eras i could have set this in that made perfect sense. that would be great to write in.
anyway here's endverse.
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"High again, are we? It's becoming a pattern." Castiel is on the floor. He can't remember exactly when he got there, but he knows how. He'll always know how. There's nowhere else to end up when your wings get cut. He blinks his eyes open blearily. There's a familiar face staring down at him, and his expression doesn't hold pity or disgust. Only the terrible aching empathy of being the last left.
"Come to ask us to hide you?" Castiel asks, as though he has the power to make that decision. Dean would shoot Crowley where he stands. Crowley's mouth twists into something that could have been a smile, once. It's all ash, now.
"Do I need a reason to visit my favorite angel?" Castiel should probably get off the floor. He's naked, and he's cold, and he was human long enough to love and lose hot showers. Then again, whenever Crowley usually shows up while Castiel is nude, they end up fucking. He stays longer when they have sex. He doesn't taunt Castiel for the way he clings.
"Compared against who? Lucifer?" Crowley stiffens at the name. Castiel doesn't. So goes their mutual senses of self-preservation. "You shouldn't call me that, anyway."
"You are what you are," Crowley argues.
"Until I'm not," Castiel says back, "and I'm not."
He waits for Crowley to snipe at him again. It never comes. Something splintered and horrible as rotting driftwood lodges in Castiel's gut. "Why are you here, Crowley?"
“Like I said, isn’t it enough to want to see you?” Castiel stands up to get a better look at him. He's more well kempt than anyone else in the Apocalypse. All that lingering hellfire in his body has to be good for something other than running away, and Crowley uses it to iron his suits. "You are the one who leaves the devil's trap open." In the very first end days, that invitation had been open to any demon who dared. Now, Crowley's the only one who it would keep out.
Castiel is still alive for the sake of loyalty. Crowley is still alive for- He might call it cleverness. Castiel would call him a coward and mean it as a compliment. Most of the people who made it past the end of the world were cowards. The brave ones all got themselves killed.
He’d never want Crowley to be brave or loyal.
"Don't go." It's a useless thing to ask of him, and so Castiel says it with very little hope. Crowley was never an angel. He's hardly even been a friend. He has been a constant, and even, at times, someone who makes the dying world a little brighter. Now, in his eyes, Castiel sees the same fear he's seen in bitten men before they're shot to spare them the virus.
Crowley says nothing but wraps him in a hug so hard it bruises Castiel's ribs. Castiel holds tight, until he can't, and he doesn't.
He never sees Crowley again.
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