#acoustic hymns

[dynamicwizard]

Richard Ashcroft

Acoustic Hymns Vol 1

[jambandatl]

“The Greatest Superpower: The Power to Delete God”

Introduction:We often dream of having superpowers—strength, flight, the ability to control time. But what if I told you that every single one of us has the most incredible superpower imaginable? The power to delete God from our lives. This superpower is unlike any other. It’s the greatest, not because of its magnificence or glory, but because of its immense implications. It is the power of free…

[zoeflake]

Autumn's Hymn

[notmadebyhumanhands]

Let this be the soundtrack of my dreams 🤍

[eye-of-the-purricane]

Árstíðir - Heyr himna smiður

Icelandic hymn, recorded at Wuppertal, train station.

The hymn "Heyr, himna smiður" was written by the Icelandic viking Kolbeinn Tumason in 1208. The music was composed in the 1970s by Þorkell Sigurbjörnsson (1938-2013), one of Iceland's foremost contemporary composers. We performed this impromptu at the train station in Wuppertal, Germany, on September 15, 2013. We had just finished playing a regular concert in an adjacent music venue and we're hanging out with our listeners after the show when we discovered the amazing acoustics inside the train station hall.

[searchingwardrobes]

At The Cross (Alas, And Did My Savior Bleed) by Reawaken (Acoustic Hymn)

Hymn Saturday: At the Cross (Alas, and Did My Savior Bleed) Reawaken Hymns

Tagging @jrob64 @snowbellewells @kmomof4 @whimsicallyenchantedrose

[stayallnite]

[odijr]

Come Thou Fount (hymn)- cover by MJ by MaryanneJoshua "let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee." my all-time favorite hymns. it brings me to tears, especially on my worst days. i sing this song, and the words wash over me, and seep deep into my soul. i am reminded of the magnitude of God's goodness to me. He brings me back. He will always bring me back. Come Thou Fount - hymn by Robert Robinson Vocals/Acoustic/Mixing - Maryanne Joshua (MJ)

[pleasuredelayer]

happiness, more or less

it's just a change in me

something in my liberty

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

do you have a favourite red dead chapter? and a favourite song on the rdr2 soundtrack? mine is the course of true love!💞

one more, what are your arthur headcanons (or just rdr2 headcanons in general).

love your writing btw!😊

- Ooooh that's a hard one, I would say Horseshoe Overlook and Clemens Point! I know it's pretty vanilla but Arthur's not sick, missions are both fun and exciting, it's peak gang era... I have a soft spot for these chapters.

- My favorite soundtrack is also a pretty common answer! It's Mountain Hymn. I don't know why, but the acoustic guitar, the nostalgia of it all, it just hit me hard.

- Yeah, headcanons time! A silly one I have is that Arthur really do sleep anywhere, at anytime. He just has to sit down and tilt his hat, and in just one second he's gone. Also, this man snores and has the heaviest sleep ever.

Which leads me to a smuttiest x Reader headcanon I've been thinking about lately...

One night Arthur would come back to your shared cot, so late and completely sleep deprived. Mumbling sweet nothings in his sleepy voice, he would cuddle you and and would be torn between making love to you or just resting, his tired brain struggling to work, his muscles like mush after days of jobs without a break. His body feeling at home, safe and warm against yours, he would just ending up falling asleep arms around your waist, his head on one of your breasts as his lips were kissing and nibbling on the other one. He would stay like this, so comfy on you, his mouth mindlessly sucking on your skin from time to time in his much needed sleep. You didn't moved an inch, mesmerized by his peaceful face.

You never told anyone else but would tease him about it from time to time, his face turning flushed everytime you brought it back.

- And thank you so much, you're really sweet! I love your blog and you have such good tastes! 🥰💞 Thanks for asking ✨

[littlethingwithfeathers]

Us that wander here...

DragonCon 2024 was quite the ride. It was definitely not a trip without its issues... there was the whole hotel debacle, having to walk uphill 30 minutes in 90+ degree heat and humidity to get anywhere from our hotel, and because of that just generally struggling to get to do all the things we normally get to do. I barely saw my friends that I only see once a year. Only had a few chances to play Magic. I had to hustle to get places after panels... didn't get to speak to the guests like I usually try to.

There were amazing things too... don't get me wrong. There was Elf Choir on Friday... we had well over 150 people in that hall. I got to help lead the panel on a ballroom stage! A room big enough to have screens with all our faces plastered on them. It was pretty incredible to say the least.

But... on Sunday night, I got to do my favorite part of con every year. Lantern Elves. For those not in the know, there's a group of Tolkien fans who recreate the Elves' journey to the Gray Havens. We walk from one end of the con to the other, singing the Hymn to Elbereth with lanterns in tow. All in costume. All of us aglow. All singing together.

And I'll be honest... every year when we round into the first sky bridge with its cathedral-like acoustics, and we sing that first "O Elbereth, Gilthoniel!" I always get a little misty. People politely stop to watch us pass. Some smiling. Some gasp with surprise. Sometimes there's tears. And for a minute, they all go along for the fantasy with us. It's just... fantastic. For a minute I'm not exhausted, heat-worn, and grumpy. I'm an Elf going home with my kin with my lantern to light our way.

For a minute, Elves are real.

Tolkien had a lot to say about the healing power of the escapism found in fantasies and fairy stories. He was a man in need of much the same himself, spending the first half of his adult life at war and then the rest someplace almost worse... Academia. (I kid...) And he makes a worthy defense of such escapism in his essays and letters, but truthfully, the best way to understand is to come to DragonCon and escape with us for a minute. Come have a little bit of joy in creating a fantasy for yourself and those around you. Make people gasp with delight. Come be a dinosaur. Or a Fremen. Or a Doctor. Or a meme.

Or an Elf with a lantern. Trust me... the world is a little lighter when you have... well... a light for the passing.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Delighted to learn that hymns in the Realms are akin to Gregorian chant. Both because I generally enjoy the atmosphere of that genre(?) and because the darker faiths probably make that stuff sound haunting.

I wonder how the acoustics in the Undercity are? Do any thieves and shady visitors ever pass by the areas where the Undercellar goes down into the earth where even the Guild dare not tread and hear the very faintest echo of such song/chanting?

[jambandatl]

The Intersection of Science, Art, and Education: A Christian Libertarian Perspective: Universal Development Subscription:

Thesis: Christian Libertarianism encourages individual liberty under God’s sovereignty, calling for a society where personal freedom, moral responsibility, and biblical truth guide every aspect of life. Science, art, and education are crucial fields in shaping culture and society, and it is our responsibility as believers to infuse these areas with God’s truth, evangelizing and influencing the…

[hitorinorin]

The sun hung low on the horizon, painting the beach in a warm, golden hue. As gentle waves kissed the shore, you sat together on a cozy picnic blanket, while Rin strummed his acoustic guitar. Although you both stood on the precipice of adulthood, teenagers on the verge of assuming life's weighty responsibilities, in this moment, you and Rin were nothing more than carefree kids.

Building sandcastles, serenading each other with songs, laughing at the tiniest of things, and declaring your love every five minutes—this slice of time felt perfect and eternal.

Yet, the relentless march of adulthood loomed, reminding you of life's fleeting nature. You watched Rin, lost in thought as he stared at the sunset. Bathed in the sun's warm, golden glow, his silhouette etched against the fading light, he appeared almost otherworldly. The world itself seemed to pause, acknowledging the transient beauty of the scene—a poignant reminder that even the most enchanting moments must yield to the passage of time.

"What are you looking at, idiot?" the young Itoshi asked.

"Nothing, don't mind me. I'm just… savoring this moment while it lasts," you replied.

You anticipated Rin would shift his gaze and dismiss your sentiment. However, you were taken aback when you noticed glistening tears in your lover's eyes. He wasn't one to openly display emotion, but your words had stirred within him an awareness of the limited time you had left together.

Upon learning of your impending move to another country, Rin had initially reacted with anger, but beneath that anger simmered fear and sadness. It was as if something raged within his heart, and the storm clouds of uncertainty threatened to overshadow your profound love for each other. Unable to alter your decision, he bottled up these futile feelings until they became too much. He cried in front of you.

He wept in front of the person he loved and cherished deeply—a vulnerability he seldom revealed. In that moment, he allowed his true emotions to surface without restraint.

"Rin, I'm sorry," you said, tears streaming down your face.

"Don't be. It's too late. Just do me a favor, okay?" he responded.

"Chase your dreams for me, and I'll chase mine for you. This won't be the last time we meet, I promise. I'll find you, even if you've disappeared from the face of the Earth. My heart will always find its way back to you. So please, just be happy, even if it's without me."

"Rin, be happy for me too, please. I don't care if it's with another woman, as long as she makes you feel happy and free. I'm okay with that. Find a good woman for me; I love you."

"That's nonsense," he thought.

Why were you telling him to find someone else when that person was right in front of him? But the words remained unspoken, lost in a sea of unexpressed desires and unshed tears, as the sun dipped below the horizon, marking the end of a perfect yet bittersweet day.

Your summers together might have temporarily come to an end, but the magical hymn of your voice remains echoing inside his heart. You will come back to him, and his heart will come back to you. As the day comes to an end, he himself knows that his ultimate freedom will forever be found in your arms.

© hitorinorin | do not plagiarize!

[rkiveinmarvel]

stop. you're losing me - eddie munson des. angst. eddie munson is man with a lot of things; you’ve stay by his side for so long, for too long. notes. stranger things s4 (minus you know what), established relationship, heavily inspired by madam t.swift song, through the years of loving eddie munson, rockstar!eddie, eddie being mean, dramatic, curse words, 17+, sad, sad, sad, (no jason here ;>)

hey! hey! I was supposed to post this last march but I had a thesis paper to finish haha, n e way, please enjoy angsty yet sweet love story of eddie munson! hihi, listen to 'you're losing me' by mama taylor swift while reading this. slay!

w.c: 2.4k

Eddie Munson was a lot of things, he was kind, brave, misunderstood, chaotic, and creative, and Eddie Munson is also your love, perhaps all the things that people see in him that make them look away makes you stay. All the things they hate about Eddie Munson are the things you loved, his long hair, his club, his band, and all of him. But Eddie Munson is a lot.

He was a lot.

And maybe sometimes too much.

Too much.

⟴ DECEMBER ‘86

It started on the third subject, chemistry, your first fourth year, and his second fourth year, he sat next to you with all his glory, rings, and his noticeable Dio battle vest. He was hypnotizing, alluring, and scary, yet the moment he sat next to you familiarity sets in. He was warm and kind, and he was an open book, for you to read.

“What page are we…?”

His voice echoed in your ear as if playing a soft hymn.

“It’s Biochemistry, page 35…”

You looked over at him, his rigged book, his button eyes, his rings, and him.

“Thanks, sweetheart…”

Your heartstrings felt it, his soft voice, the nickname.

It was scary and yet…

You let him in.

— “you say i don’t understand and i say i know you don’t”

⟴ JULY ‘87

For seven months you talked and laughed with him, but you and he didn’t have anything in common and yet here you are wrapped in his bedsheets with him practicing his guitar next to you. The soft strings of the acoustic guitar met your ears it was soothing, and relaxing, you gazed into his eyes and dip your lips into his, to which he gladly respond, After a few moments, you two pulled away. 

As his eyes met yours, he whispered.

“What was that for, babe…?”

A chuckle left your chest. “You looked nice playing the guitar.” 

Eddie laughs and continues to play a song for you. Eddie gazes at you as he sings the softest song he knows. Then a knock was heard, outside his trailer a loud knock was heard.

“You gonna get that..?”

He stood up and worry settles in his eyes, he was hiding something from you, something that would break you. As he opened the door, a man in baggy clothes shows up next to the man three grown men with dilated pupils and slouched shoulders. You glared at Eddie from behind as he hands them a plastic in return with money in his pocket.

As he closed the door, he looked down.

“I thought we agreed...you would quit selling them?”

He rolls his eyes, somewhat annoyed and ashamed. 

“Come on, babe, I need to help Wayne with the bills...and shit. I can’t just rely on what I earn in gigs…I need to earn for Wayne…and me.”

“So help Wayne in the right way..” You stood up as you walked close to him. “Do shit in a right way.”

He replied with a scoff.

“Of course, that’s easy for you to say, babe. Because…” He walked past you and grabbed a beer from his fridge. “You’re not the town’s freak.”

Air left your lungs as you carefully studied his expression, he was annoyed but somehow he looked sad. You weave a deep breath as you walk towards him and grab the beer in his hands as you drank. You stared at him, gaining confidence from the alcohol you had just drunk. “Munson.”

You don’t call him by his last name unless you’re telling him something serious. He was aware of that, he stiffened and straighten his posture.

“You’re graduating in a few months or so, you need to fix habits, create new ones.”

He listened intently.

“It’s the society’s belief in success... Why would I if the whole town–”

“Because I want you to. I want to see you out there, Eds! I want to see you strive...I want you to prove to them that you’re not the town’s freak, you’re more than that!” Your voice echoed in the trailer. 

He was surprised by the sudden burst of voice, but he knew you weren’t mad, you were worried.

“I love you, Munson.”

That hitches his breath as he stared at you. He held out his hand and grabbed yours as he kissed your wrist.

“Okay..”

– “every morning i glared at you with storms in my eyes”

⟴ AUGUST ‘88

His voice echoed in the trailer, it was loud and he was angry. 

“Fucking shit! She is just a fucking friend!”

You two were fighting, screaming, and breaking. 

“You never introduced me to her, hell, Eddie, your hands were all over her!”

He stomps out of his room and continues to tell his reasons.

“(name)! Are you even hearing yourself? You’re being selfish right now. It was a fucking gig, in case you forgot! So, shit, if people are having fun and my hands are all over them that’s because it’s fucking part of the show! I’m the fucking front man of our band for crying out loud!”

You scoffed in disbelief.

“And me dancing with what? Jonathan? Steve? Billy? Is not okay?”

“That’s fucking different.”

You shook your head. “No–it’s not fucking different. Because they are my friends.”

“It’s different because…they might fucking like you.”

As you bit your underlip and stared at his eyes. 

“I’m the one being selfish? Great.”

You sighed and sat on the couch as you tell him what you saw earlier that night. A girl backstage was dancing with him, his hands on her hips, his hand on her cheeks, as his forehead was leaning into hers. As his cheeky smile appeared.

And when the show started, he kept looking at her.

“You didn’t even look at me, Eds.”

On the third set, you left. Eddie was drunk, he was feeling the crowd, and he was dancing the spotlight, while she stared at him, with everything they have in common, you felt tiny, and it seems like you were slowly getting replaced.

He knew about your past, the failed marriage of your parents, and the failed first love of high school. He knew about it and here he is with his balled fist making you remember all the shit you went through.

“...I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

His voice was soft and a whisper, as he sat next to you he moved his hand to hold yours but to his surprise, you flinched. It made him pull away as he realize you were fighting the tears spilling from your eyes. Without saying anything, he hugged you as he vowed and whispered the sweetest things he can think of. 

As the night dived deeper, you two fell asleep on the couch. As you stirred awake you looked at Eddie’s face as you caressed it words left your mouth.

“I hope I never lose you…”

— “how can you say that you love someone, you can’t tell it’s dying?”

⟴ DECEMBER ‘88

As the years pass by, Eddie and you grew differently, together, but not quite. He and his band were discovered on the very edge of America, Corroded Coffin was in the news. And the next few months, the band was offered to sign a recording contract with a recording company. Eddie was getting busy. As for you, you were slowly building the steps on your dreams: dreams that include, Eddie. 

But as the world notices Eddie Munson, you were hidden. Little by little all the things that people see in him that make them look away finally made them stay. All the things they hate about Eddie Munson are the things they finally loved, his long hair,  his band, and all of him. While you finally, little by little…

Hate them…

“It’s just not that simple Eddie! You told me you would come and pick me up! You made me wait there like an idiot! Why–” You groaned as you ran your hand in your hair. It’s been weeks, months since Eddie seem to forget everything about you. Slowly, you were dying, you two were dying. Slowly, he is slipping away from you; as you were slipping away from him.

“Fucking shit! Not everything is about you…” He whispered but loud enough for you to hear. A ring in your ear was heard; yet it didn’t stop. “I am trying everything damn thing to give you the life, I fucking promise! But I can’t do this if you keep holding me back! In the next month, I’m signing the contract, and there are times I won’t  be able to be by your side, I thought you want this for me–”

“I want this you, Eddie. This is all you’ve ever dreamed of.” You stared at him with his chocolate brown eyes. You walked close to him, as you put your hand on his cheeks. “But I can’t recognize you anymore.” You took a deep breath. “You forgot my birthday, our date, picking me up, sleeping next to me, and…looking at me.” 

“This. This is actually the first time you finally looked at me for a long time.” Desperation, Guilt, and Bitterness hit him. You were grey and it was his fault, he took time and looked down. As he pulled you into a hug, muttering sweet apologies in your ears, promises to keep you holding, and actions to keep you at his side. 

That night, you slept next to him, as you stared at him. Eddie Munson was a lot. But somehow, you still want him, you still love him, but it was killing you. Loving him was killing you.

— “how long could we be a sad song, ‘til we were too far gone to bring back to life?”

⟴ FEBRUARY ‘89

“So, what did they say?” You two are currently in New York, Corroded Coffin is currently having a tour. For a while, things are going great, fine, somehow fine. “They will be able to die down the pictures of you and Eddie leaving the hotel, but in the meantime, I suggest you guys…should take a break for a bit.” 

As Garrett dropped the news, I looked at their manager she just gave me a nod.

“Eddie and I would not want–”

“That’s maybe for the best.” 

The air was thick, it was choking you. As you glance at Eddie sitting on the couch. “Garrett can you–um–leave us for a bit.” Once they left, Eddie stood up. 

“For the best…?” You whispered. 

Eddie nods and stares at you. “Well, that’s different from what you said in Highschool..” As shakiness hit your voice.

stop—

“Am I holding you back, Edward?” Oh, now, you’re angry, sad, and confused. You suddenly calling him by his name broke him out of his trance. Then, he faced you. 

“....Yes.” 

It was so simple, so little, and so fucking empty. Somehow, New York is no longer the brightest place, the noisiest place, the loud place, rather it was a place for empty promises, faded lovers, and unwanted wishes.

you’re losing me.

“Since when did I hold you back?” Your voice got a little louder. “Since when did I fucking hold you back, Munson?!” Now, he hears you, finally, he heard you. “January 1987, you wrote the first song you sent to the radio station, 2 weeks from that day you received a mail. Three weeks from that day, Hideout was full of people wanting to hear your songs. And in a month–you wrote another song, and finally, a company notices you…”

You looked at him. “And you couldn’t sleep that night, you were afraid, you were hesitating because–because you said if you accepted it, you might lose everything and maybe get everything you want. That scared you. But I told you, you should..” You walked closer to him.

“You should follow your dreams..” You pushed him using your index finger as you point him out. “Say something, Munson. When did I hold you back?” You asked coldly.

The ringing was heard in his ear. 

He heard your voice, your sweet voice, your hand carving into his body, your mouth leaving marks on his chest, and your hair making a mess on his bed.

He’s losing you.

“What do you want me to say…?” He couldn’t–don’t want to look at you, because if he looked at you, he would fall apart in front of you. He would beg, apologize, and fix everything but somehow, he hesitated, at his hesitation.

He lost you.

A ghost sigh left your lips.

“Goodbye, Eddie.”

— “i can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore for you.”

⟴ DECEMBER ‘90 

The crowd went wild as the entire stadium sang and jumped along, among the crowd was Eddie Munson. He is currently watching Metallica perform in California, all the songs gave him familiarity and connection. As he was also surprised people recognized him and got his autograph. He had this huge grin on his face, he looked like a kid, felt like a kid. 

Yet, he feels empty. 

And unknown. 

On the other side of the world, you sat and watch the sunset in Hawkins as Steve pulls you out of your trance. 

“We got the tickets. Robin and I were wondering if you wanna come with us…” He waved the ticket in front of you, Corroded Coffin’s world tour. “Didn’t  Dustin wanna come?” Steve raised his eyebrows.

“He does, but he is busy…” Steve chuckles as you also got the note. “With college.” 

The crowd was loud and jumping at their song, as Eddie was in his element. Steve, Robin, and you were watching from afar. As the two criticize the show, while you had this small sad smile on your face. As the show reaches its final leg, the camera on the concert hits you. 

Eddie stared at the screen for a long period.

As he stared at where you sat, you were so far, so far away from him. As his heart starts to pound louder, the cheers of the crowd meant nothing, you were there. The message of each band member meant nothing, you were there. As he heard his own heart, you felt…

Nothing. Your heart did not beat as fast as his, Your eyes did not sparkle as much as his.

And then, he knew. He knew.

As the camera left your seat, you wore a sad smile that matches Eddie’s defeated eyes.

In the bliss of the moment, he had everything, his dreams, his wish, his dream guitar, and the crowd that loves him. But upon gaining everything, he also lost everything.

He lost you. 

-- fin.

the ending was a bit rush but atleast it's done HAHAHA, n e way more eddie fic is coming on the way including a short series, the following stories are written last year but I wasn't able to post it due to school stuffs. ;> hope you guys love this angsty stuff. i promise i will give you guys fluff!!

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[leroibobo]

the queen helena coptic orthodox church and cistern, located within the coptic orthodox patriarchate in jerusalem, palestine. this complex was known about from written accounts - water from here was used to build and serve the nearby church of the holy sepulchure. its location is said to have been shown to queen helena by an angel, who told her that it was a roman well buried after past wars.

coptic merchants began to settle in jerusalem during the middle ages, forming the basis of today's thousands-strong palestinian coptic community. though the coptic patriarchate of jerusalem was established in the 13th century, it was only in 1835 when the cistern and the remains of a large, stone-carved church on top of it were excavated. they were then renovated into what they are today. the cistern is known for its acoustics and is sometimes host to the singing of hymns.