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WE NEED RECOVERY! 21/05/2012

Gracious Father. The Most Sovereign God! Blessed Redeemer! Faithful Father. Heaven and Earth adore You. Angels bow before You. You are Beautiful! It is my pleasure to thank You this morning for all the seen and unseen battles You have fought for Me, My Family, My Friends and My country Nigeria last week. We are most grateful to You for this new week.
Thank You! Thank You!! Thank You!!!
Precious Fa...ther. This is the week of Victory and New Achievements. Against all odds, You can make a loser turn a winner. Against diverse challenges, You can enthrone the unexpected. Against whoever the world prefers, You can give the trophy to whoever You wishes. Not because they deserve it. Not because they are the best candidate. But because You show mercy to whom You will show mercy. None can question this right of Yours. No house of Reps can sit to debate over it. You own the whole world.
 
With this knowledge Lord, We have come to you that You will bless us indeed, and enlarge our coast, and that Your hand might be with Us, and that You will keep Us from evil, that it may not grieve Us!
Separate Us from failures and all that leads to failure. keep Us always on the winning side and help us to gain new things. The things that belongs to us and we have missed in the past, help us to get them and grant us Your mercy. We ask in Jesus Name. Amen!

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