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Lord, I'm here to stay I'm standing beside You I will worship You, my king Lord, I want to be the one The mountains shake before You the demons run and flee.

At the mention of the name King of Majesty There is no power in hell. I want Singing as one God Almighty None beside the King Of Majesty There is no power in Hell or any who can stand Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles You lead the way, God You're right beside me There's nothing like living with You.

Lest We He stands beside you — One of us. Star of the Nemesis leaves you lying there. We live for the metal no other. For we'd That God could not deny Worship the pharaohs — Children Of gods. Mami I'm good all by myself. But baby you, you make me better. But shawty, we burn it up. I'mma need Coretta Scott , if I'm gonna be King. Beside every great man, you can find a woman like a soldier holdin' him down. God bless the parents who made you who made you. Born In Fire 3.

The Chosen One These things said the Son of The Lord, We are. That's when I met You All this time, from the first tear cried 'Till today's sunrise. And every single moment between. You were there, You were Denlinger, narrative by Jeff King, Music by C. Turner, R. Feltman, M. Standing alone, there is no one to answer for you 2 Corinthians You' re my brother, you're my sister.

So take And I will build my life upon your love it is a firm foundation And I will put my trust in you alone and not retake it And I will build my life upon your love it is a firm foundation And I will put my trust in you alone and not retake it. And I will build my life upon your love it is a firm foundation And I will put my trust in you alone and not retake it And I will build my life upon your love it is a firm foundation And I will put my trust in you alone and not retake it I will build my life upon your love it is a firm foundation I will put my trust in you alone and not retake it.

Kristene DiMarco. Your email address will not be published. Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Next Previous. Not until Samson had broken every Nazarite vow did God withdraw his strength. The God we worship is a patient and loving Father. Surely there is none other like him. The God we worship seeks our happiness. Indeed, he is a Creator of joy.

But they were not just in the fields. We often went to the ocean, where I spent all day digging sand crabs out of the receding surf. I loved the way they tickled my hands, and I believed, as a boy, that God had created them for that tickling sensation.

We learn a lot about someone by studying the things he creates. A horned toad or a sand crab is a marvelous thing, especially to a seven-year-old boy. These creatures taught me to love God. The peaks behind were lit by the rising sun, whose light reflected off a hundred tiny waterfalls. There was just a hint of pink against the morning blue of the sky. I could smell the pines, feel the breeze, and hear a pair of loons call their haunting, lonely cry.

My words were inadequate to describe the majesty of the moment, but words revealed to Joseph Smith came to mind:. And it pleaseth God that he hath given all these things unto man. Last summer I took my son and his friends through some canyons in southern Utah. On the last day of our trip, we hiked the chute of Muddy Creek, a narrow, water-carved sandstone canyon.

The Chute has the greatest mud on earth! It was simply wonderful! Skating and sliding along the creek bank was sheer delight to those boys. Though they did not dwell on the majesty of the setting, I think their reactions revealed something just the same. I watched the boys sliding wildly across the mud, saw their fascination with the sound it made as they pulled their feet out of it, watched the exhilaration of their races over it.

Occasionally in life we get the feeling that we are being watched; there is a certain silence that causes us to look around. That day at the Chute I felt that silence and sheepishly looked to see if anyone was watching the frolic.

No one was there, but someone was watching. I could feel his delight in our delight. It is wonderful seeing others enjoy what we have provided. This, too, is an attribute of the God we worship. He can appreciate the delight of children while at the same time giving grown-ups a sense of awe and wonder as he reveals himself to them through his creations. As a boy, I had many heroes—fictional characters like Zorro and sports figures like Willie Mays.

But Mother also saw to it that I had truer heroes—those found in the scriptures. We had a popular Bible storybook in our home, and my mother often read it to me. As I grew older, we read directly from the scriptures. In time I grew out of my sports and TV heroes, but those in the scriptures grew larger.

I soon realized that these men were great because of the God they worshipped. His influence gave them dignity, courage, and compassion. No other gods, influences, or forces can turn ordinary men into the spiritual and moral giants found in the scriptures. Only worshipping God gives man that dignity. All the missionaries were waiting for him at the meetinghouse.

We were talking and excited. My back was to the door when Elder Packer arrived, but even without seeing him, I knew he had entered the room. It was as though he had stepped out of one of the scripture stories. I thought: This is what a lifetime of obedience and communion with God makes a man. I have sensed this greatness in other men and women. In our Savior we are shown the final end to which our worship leads us. What other worship inspires humanity to such heights?

Because no other god will help us become as he is. We must learn what it means to truly worship God. My six-year-old son taught me the meaning of worship one day while I was preparing a lesson. He was playing when he noticed that I was underlining my scriptures. He dropped his toys, ran into his room, and returned with his own copies of the scriptures. He lay beside me on the bed, duplicating my exact position, and opened his scriptures.

During the next half hour I was aware that he was underlining with my colored pencils. When I looked up, he showed me his work. Somehow he had found the page I was working on. There in his own book was an exact replica of my own work. He had highlighted the same words in the same colors.