Worship
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1)The living shall worship 🛐 thy Lord as the Angels adore Him on the throne.
2)Off their faces with their golden crowns 👑+ bowing down.
PSALM TWENTY SEVENTH OF CLOUDNINE. TO THE GLORIFICATION OF THE FATHER IN HEAVEN.
And I'm well aware
Nothing remains the same
You might even forget
Tomorrow, to call my name
But when you say,
"Let's soon meet up there"
I've not disdained, believe
Your worship, dear!
Let God be
praised and let
Himself praise Himself.
Let His people
joyfully praise Him,
and let the whole
world and its hosts
and the firmament
and its bodies
laud Him praises,
Prayer is powerful; for it is direct communication with your Creator,
your Creator who knows you inside and out.
The Word is your weapon; for it fights off the lies and accusations of the enemy.
My soul echoes praises,
In the most inopportune of times.
At a sneezing in my face,
In the checkout lines.
Praise is a compulsion,
From my grateful heart to the divine.
We enter your home.
The Lord in Spirit ,
Inside my beating heart,
And wish you peace.
The troubled world surrounds us.
But we have and advocate,
He has overcome the world.
A hospital waiting room, clean and bright
A melody of cheers in the middle of the night
Sweet honey soothes my soul
A birthday cake, sugary and lit
A chorus of celebration over it
a feather at one’s nape:amidst that cocktail ofsound sight scenthis piqued some part of me;wafting, it beckonedand stroked my core.
I pull myself deeper
as my mind is a weight that
pulls me down
into the ocean where
all the strange and ugly creatures
make their home in my
abandoned temple
worn down by the hands of
Worship is a fetish.
Worship rocks, worship animals, worship planets, worship stars, worship sky, worship ground, worship man, worship mind, worship everything you can wrap your brain around and then worship everything you can't.
God, move your peopleMove in this placeThe Lord's name is powerfulForever God you reignYou call me cou
Again i hear the word in my heart falling like generous drops of peace flowing through my grateful core
Shout for joy to the Lord, and worship gladly;Come before Him with joyful songs, asserted grandly;We belong to Him, He made us, pasture of the majesty;Enter his gates with thanksgiving, fervent and radically.
Quivers overtake me.
My mind can’t seem to slow down -
Shut down, after a loaded day of
A load of mess
A pile of heaviness
I tried talking to Mary
Jane, because She was slow- paced.
I read a pamphlet that asked if religion is dying, it's almost dead.Religion may be gone forever in just a couple of decades ahead.Religion is important to me because it's what America needs.
The Egyptians made a golden calf and worshipped it.When the Lord learned what they did, he had a fit.They stabbed God in the back even though he saved them from being slaves.
To worship you, God
I live to worship you
In spirit and in truth
I live to lift you high
In love and adoration
I live to love you fully
Convinced of your love for me
Eternally encompassed
Timeless Stone
An ageless face
Carved under sunlight,
Ripened by moonlight.
A tasteless taste
I would love my job if were to become a professional musician and play with a professional Worship and Praise team. Currently I am the leader of my church's Worship and Praise team in East Los Angeles.
The life of light is sweet,
The still of dark is not
As I sit here and weep,
My heart begins to rot.
My life without a smile,
The life of light is sweet,
The still of dark is not
As I sit here and weep,
My heart begins to rot.
My life without a smile,
They Offer No Absolution
If we’re born sick
But we love it,
Will we ever change?
If we wanted to confess our sins
Without fear
Of them sharpening knives
To cause pain
A blue and grey feather
Floating down the stream
Lying on its back
Head towards the sky.
A boy, just a few yards beyond
Sits by the flowing current, slow
Letting out the tears
Worship without focusIs simply a blissful ruckusI can stand before the throne of GodEyes glazed over, I stand a fraudHe will not allow me to stand like this longHe desires my whole, for me to sing HIS song
Lord, you're with me every step of the way.
You call my name and I call You friend.
Reach up my hands to You,
I give You praise.
Every minute.
Every second.
Of everyday.
God with us
God with us, I’ve heard it said before
But what does it really mean
to be with the Lord?
Mercy
I’m lost in the midst of this storm
Can some body come save me from what I’ve become
I’m lost at sea, shipwrecked upon this lonely isle
Went before the judge and left
with the guilty verdict of worshiping
with moist lips but a chap heart.
