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Psalms 95:6-7

​ Oh come, let us worship and bow down; Let us kneel before the LORD our Maker. For He is our God, And we are the people of His pasture, And the sheep of His hand.

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no apology

​so yes, I’m a fan of tracks with long fade-ins. A FAN! 

out now….

APPLE MUSIC  YOUTUBE MUSIC  SPOTIFY  AMAZON MUSIC 

coming soon……

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New music coming soon……

​I have 2 tracks coming out soon…..you’ll be able to listen on every streaming service. I hope it blesses someone. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Saturday, 5/13/2023, 1:30PM

You know it was a good burger when some of it ends on your shirt.  

So basically,

​when someone says “basically” it’s anything but.  ๐Ÿฅด

…from warfare

​ You got to circle this thing, you have to get around it and you need to shout the walls down . - Don Potter

My setup

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​ This is my setup from the Morning Star worship and warfare conference this past November. It felt so comfortable. I think I’m keeping it. (From left to right - if you are sitting on the drum throne) floor tom, mounted tambourine and assorted hand stuff, wave drum, thunder drum, conga, quinto, tumba, wind chimes, djembe, doumbek. The only thing I might change would be the drum throne, I would replace it with a cajรณn. 

John 1:1 AMPC

​ IN THE beginning [before all time] was the Word (Christ), and the Word was with God, and the Word was GodHimself.

It’s ok…..

​Its ok to be sad sometimes. 

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​ Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon His throne; Hark! how the heav’nly anthem drowns All music but its own! Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who died for thee, And hail Him as thy matchless King Through all eternity. Crown Him the Virgin’s Son, The God Incarnate born, Whose arm those crimson trophies won Which now His brow adorn: Fruit of the mystic Tree, As of that Tree the Stem; The Root whence flows Thy mercy free, The Babe of Bethlehem. Crown Him the Lord of Love: Behold His hands and side; Rich wounds yet visible above In beauty glorified: No angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his burning eye At mysteries so bright. Crown Him the Lord of peace, Whose power a scepter sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, And all be prayer and praise. His reign shall know no end, And round His pierced feet Fair flowers of glory now extend Their fragrance ever sweet. Crown Him the Lord of years, The Potentate of time