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Lord! Thank You. I am thanking You because You are God and no man can question you. Thank You taken what You gave. Thank You for the hope we have in Christ Jesus. Thank You because if our hope is in this world we would have been most miserable. 
Thank You for Nigeria. Thank You for My Friends. Thank You for my Family. Thank You for My Alvana. Thank You for My Life. Thank You.

Lord, this is a new week. We plea for Mercy and Grace. Search our hearts and take out every hidden thing in us. Help us to prepare for the coming of Jesus. Help us to prepare for Heaven. There are so many things contending for our Christain walk with You. Help us to win the battles with flesh everyday every minute.

Help us to be rapturable everyday of our lifes. That when the roll is called up yonder, we will not be found wanting.

Take away the garment of shame and reproach from us and wear us the garment of righteousness. Make us hate sin. Make us sinless. Make us sin free. Make us reject sin and sin's accessories.

Give peace and speedy recovery to the families that lost loved ones and family members in yesterday's various tradegies. Give Nigeria peace on all sides. Afflictions shall not arise the second time in our lifes.

Lord, we commit this week into your ABLE HAND. Hold us. Protect us. Preserve us. And above all, make us spotless and without blame that we may be ready for You always. We pray in Jesus Saving Name. AMEN!


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