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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.
The living shall worship 🛐 thy Lord as the Angels adore Him on the throne. Off their faces with their golden crowns 👑+ bowing down. Their songs is hallelujah, 🙌 glory, giving holiness, admiring the everlasting living being.
CLOUDNINE'S TWENTY SEVEN PSALM OF DOXOLOGY TO ADORE THY LORD GAD! #C9fm ~~ 1 Make holy his glorious name and adore His powerful word. 2 Sing praises unto thee. And let every breathing creatures tremble at His footstool.
I remember how heaven was  With no worry or war I took heaven by its word With no will or choice to veil my gift or hoard.  
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,
I WILL SING Sing praises to God Almighty and adore His holy name Adonai. Blessed be thy Lord and His glorious name. I'll sing praises to thy Lord God with whole my heart.
Let trumpeting elephants 🐘 🐘 praise God. And let roaring lions 🦁 🦁 exalt God. Let mowing cows 🐮 🐮 praise God. And let barking dogs 🐶 🐶
PSALM TWENTY AND ONE OF PRAISE TO MAGNIFY THY LORD GOD, JEHOVAH ORI. 1)I'll adore thy Lord with my whole heart ♥ and I will sing His praise in His sanctuary.
Oh Lord mine God locate me with an immense mercy that'll shake the world. That thy name be excellently praised 2ru me. Send unto your servant mercy and let thy light shine upon thy servant to the glorification
My spirit emanates positive vibes through me. Good nature so pure it shines bright for all to see that its a genuine part of me.
A broken vessel beat-up day-by-day / have no heart .
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.  
Let my garden be a song to you, When dawn wakes the bird to praise. Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
Let my garden be a song to you, When dawn wakes the bird to praise. Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
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.      
Everyone wants to be praised And never want to be failed If you want success Work hard and never suppress As hardwork is the key to success
Real hard work It comes with a price You lose friends or you lose your mind It's waking up at 5 am Going out and starting your day  long before the other side of the world goes to bed for the night
Again  i hear the word in my heart     falling  like generous drops of peace          flowing through my grateful core
I believe in the Father  The Holy One that is  I never seemed to bother  With expressing all of this  Though if there was one thing  That which I couldn't live without  It would be the One we praise
Praise Jehovah, I'll praise him all the way.I will praise him for the rest of my days.I will praise him until I die and in Heaven as well.When it comes to my devotion to God, I will never bail.
He wipes the dust of his Bible in times of need. Eats the bread cause he's hungry. Hungry because he plants the seed so God can see he still believes. He confesses he's sorry he's never seen In Church
To some God is an all powerful being, with power and might To others he's a mystical being delusional people pray to at night If there is a God, why do we suffer through pain
Some people plan to praise the Lord when they go to Heaven but they should praise him now.Jehovah deserves our praise and gratitude and if he were in front of me, I would bow.
Looking up at the sky, Either dark or bright --
"How lovely is your dwelling place"I spent my time confined within my own personal matrix.I learned of you.I know you now because of those walls.Those lovely walls.
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,
The sun is shining so far above
As I look up in the sky,
praise to the life i live as i am never promise tomorrow praise to each day i wake up i thank gor for making it possible praise to the crazy life the world has become as it all comes in full circle
No God, No Peace Know God, Know Peace Know Knowlege, Know Power No Failure, No Cowards Know Love, Know Pain No Pain, No Gain Know Ambition, Know Succes No Breaks, No Rest
Darling you ran towards the bullets Towards screaming babies who didn't know any better. Darling you bolted towards the masked man The mad man with bullets and homicidal rage Darling--
My Heroes Wear Spandex! A Poem By: Joey Palluconi As you may already know heroes can come in all shapes And some even wear capes Some carry badges and guns Others leave our hearts stunned
The National Musuem of African Art is filled with beautiful art from historical moments in time and indigenous native tribes but one vase in-particular caught my eye an elegant piece of tribal art
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
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Watching the sunset  And I began to feel empty, ... tortured and drained and even a bit of envy.  Tears well in my eyes  And I can no longer control  these emotions that have been put on hold. 
A poem to praise, Full of all the best qualities, Listing the best of many things. A poem to place you up on a pedestal For all to distinguish, commend, and admire. It will forget every bit of the unfortunate,
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