FAITHFUL FAITHFUL FATHER -13/10/2012

Great Great God!
Faithful Faithful Father!
Loving Loving Leader!
Strong Strong Shepherd!
Truthful Truthful Teacher!

Thank You once again for this week that is about to fold up.
As I sit here alone, I try to count our blessings and the promises from Your Word. You can not lie!

We have seen Your mercy in the place of judgement.
We have seen Your peace in the midst of chaos.
We have seen Your love in the evident in a hateful world.
We have seen Your Grace in for another chance (More than a second chance, even more than the numerous chances You have given us)

We have seen Your favour in the seat of labour.
We have seen Your healing in the times of sickness.
We have seen Your care in the vehicle of lack.
We have seen Your faithfulness in our unfaithful lives (We have continued in sin and Your Grace is abounding)

We have seen freedom in the place of colonialism
We have seen democracy in the place of autocracy
We have seen One Nigeria in the midst of so many tribes and tribes
We have seen Development in the midst of corruption (Even when we steal to bless the poor)

We have seen life in the times of death
We have seen food in the era of famine
We have seen safety in the days of insecurity
We have seen help in the future of flood (Lord you know we are not prepared to handle it)

What more can I say?
Even if I carry mega phone, I won't be able to say all that we have seen.
Even if I have a million mouth, that can't fit shout!!!
All these can only be possible through a loving Father who cares for His wandering children.
What else can I do?

I will praise You from everlasting to everlasting!

Lead us safely to the end of this week and usher us into another week of favour.
Help us forget the morning-mare at Aluu
Let us sleep without night-mares.

Thank You. We pray in Jesus Name. AMEN!!!

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