Quote by Cradle Of Filth Download Open image “Where will you be when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying.” — Cradle Of Filth ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
God is glorified not only by His glory being seen, but by its being rejoiced in. — Jonathan Edwards Copy Share Image
To glorify God means to think and act in such a way that the goodness, greatness, and beauty of God are constantly obvious to… — Dallas Willard Copy Share Image
The end of the creation is that the creation might glorify [God]. Now what is glorifying God, but a rejoicing at that glory he… — Jonathan Edwards Copy Share Image
There is a day coming when all of the suffering, all of the maladies of this life are destroyed, when we, in our glorified… — Paul P. Enns Copy Share Image
Let me forget the world and be swallowed up in the desire to glorify God. — David Brainerd Copy Share Image
God is most glorified in us when our knowledge and experience of Him ignite a forest fire of joy that consumes all competing pleasures… — Sam Storms Copy Share Image
This is what you are here for: to glorify God and enjoy Him thoroughly and forever, telling the universe how great God is. — Aiden Wilson Tozer Copy Share Image
“I cannot at the same time accept the glory and give God the glory... Glorifying God means being occupied with and committed to His… — Charles R. Swindoll Copy Share Image
“You were created by God, are on the earth to image and glorify God, and when you die, if you are in Christ, you… — Mark Driscoll Copy Share Image
When the pangs shoot through our body, and ghastly death appears in view, people see the patience of the dying Christian. Our infirmities become… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
Lifting with truth and then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven. Leaving her screams breaking my heart and in the grip of… — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Where will you be when they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom. On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
The blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets. Where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Fold to my arms hold their mesmeric sway and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness and would you ever soon. Come above unto me? — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Where will you be when they're vilifying? How will they see when the truth is blinding? — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
In black Cataracts wouldn't whitewash away. Her filthy smoke stack she burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Visions and ambition never listened to submission and she was on a mission from the highest above. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Her penultimate sighs called softy on the kindling wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
All through eed September with skies fire-paved. I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
A lover hung on her death row. I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like Cupid's bow. Whose arrows hungered meat. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
