BLESSINGS NOT A FEW 10/06/2012

Oh Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder, considered all the works your Hands had made. You made all things beautiful. You made us wonderful and fearful. You made the sky and made the earth. All things belong to you. We praise You. We honour You. We reverence You. We exalt You high and high!

Thank You Father for the privilege You have given to us to enjoy your creation.
Thank You for the mercies You give without connection.
Thank You for new love You bestows on our generation.
Thank you for protection.
Thank You for provision.
Thank You for salvation.
Thank You for direction.
Thank You for Nigeria our nation.

Thank You for My friends.
Thank You for wiping our tears.
Thank You for My Family members.
Thank You for taking our pains.
Thank You for the Families of the Dana crash victims.
Thank You for comforting their souls.

You are God of marvelous signs & Miracle.
You are not a GP tank but You are are ever durable.
You are not a mallam but you own millions of cattle.
You are not in the US Army but have never lost a battle.

You lift us high without high tension.
You give us rest without suspension.
You give us 100% favour without retention.
You gave us love without condition.

You are too much!
No other god can do such.
Your downpour may not come in a rush.
But you give us everlasting drink sweeter than crush!

This is the week of praise to seek Your face.
As we dey sing & dance dem go think say we dey craze.
But Your song is the strength for the race.
And this week we live by Your grace.

Thank You! Thank You!! Thank You!!!
For everyone reading this and laughing, do something new.
For everyone reading this and meditating, release Your dew.
For everyone that read, make their blessings not few.

We have thanked and prayed in Jesus Name. AMEN!

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