The music of Vashawn Mitchell Nobody Greater Post author:Toicher Times Post published:December 30, 2018 Post category:Uncategorized That’s right! IT’S SOUNDS OF WORSHIP SUNDAY! I just love the sound of the instruments and the beat. This song is so very calming and it makes me smile. Nobody Greater is one of those songs that makes you sit back and say, Nobody is greater than you God despite what it looks like. It makes my mind wonder when Vashawn says that he climb up to the highest mountain and could not find nobody greater. Noone on the face of this earth is greater than God. He was so on point with the words.This song is very slow, just like I like it when it comes to worship. I believe this is one of the BEST Sounds of Worship songs that makes me reminisce on His goodness. God is my healer, all the above and then some. One verse says Mighty is your hand which is so true. I love when I hear the choir come in singing with the high notes and Oooo’s. To be honest, I sing along too.Don’t forget to be a blessing to yourself and others with this gospel goodness. Make your worship a lifestyle and purchase this song. Drop a comment below and let me know what you think.Have a Bodacious and Miraculous Day! Share this:ShareFacebookPinterestLinkedInTwitterEmail You Might Also Like I Have Intelligent Being Spots On My Left Arm Left Thigh And Right Breast. Yes, In The Form Of A Pyramid. My Intelligent Being Loves Me And I Don’t Do Witchcraft Or Sorcery! August 3, 2023 NORFORMS ISLAND ESCAPE VAGINA DEODORANT SUPPOSITORIES January 25, 2022 I Believe That My Mother’s Name Was Great And Not Greta. at The Time Of The Roswell Crash In 1947, My Mother Was About 24 Or More Months Old. She Was Born On 2/22/1945. She Loved To Wake Up Singing And Praying. All Around The House Was Filled With Peace And Love. Have a Bodacious Day! October 28, 2024
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