Almaniah Davis was never meant to blend in. A golden-haired force of nature straight out of Miami, he had the voice of an angel, the soul of a preacher, and the wardrobe of a man who had seen one too many music videos. But beneath the synth-heavy bass lines and velvety smooth vocals was a heart that burned with the light of Latter-Day Saints music—a man who wanted to make faith feel as good as it sounds.

In 1988, with the world embracing neon lights and shoulder pads the size of small nations, Almaniah stepped into the studio with a vision: God’s children deserved more than just Sunday hymns—they deserved a groove. Inspired by the timeless call to gather and rejoice, he crafted Come, Ye Children of the Lord, a track that took classic Latter-Day Saints music and drenched it in Miami heat. The song wasn’t just a hymn; it was a movement, a bass-thumping, hands-raised, praise-the-Lord-and-two-step kind of track.

Legend has it that the moment he laid down the final vocal take, the studio lights flickered—not from divine intervention, but because Almaniah’s dance moves had accidentally kicked out the power cord. Some say he recorded the entire track barefoot to feel the Spirit (and also because his snakeskin loafers were hurting his feet). Either way, Come, Ye Children of the Lord became an instant cult classic, proving that faith and funk could coexist in perfect harmony.

Decades later, the legacy of Almaniah Davis lives on—not just in old cassette tapes and a suspiciously large collection of silk shirts, but in the hearts of God’s children who know that worship should never be boring.