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My God and My King
The Everlasting Lord that lives outside time
The controller of all forces
The sole monopolists of human life

With My Lips I will praise You
With My Life I will praise You
With my hands I will praise You
With my wealth I will praise You
With my work I will praise You
With my gifts I will praise You
With my intellect I will praise You
With my family I will praise You
With my generation I will praise You 
With my lineage I will praise You
With everything I have I will praise You.

Ibu Chukwu ibughi Madu

I will praise You in the storm
Even when the waves toss me up and down
I will praise You in the flood
Even when the waters cover the buildings
I will praise You in the prison
Even when I am innocent and chaste
I will praise You in the den
Even if You prepare a feast for the Lions
I will praise You in the burning furnace
Even if You don’t show up with Your AC
I will praise You in the times of famine
Even when I sow all my past harvest
I will praise You in hard times
Even when my cheeks are evidence of hardship
I will praise You in economic melt-down
Even when there is no lifting-up for me
I will praise You unemployment
Even when my degree is useless in my hands
I will praise You singlehood
Even if it’s difficult to know Your Will
I will praise You in barrenness
Even if ex-prostitutes are producing babies more than ex-virgins

Iwo ni Kabiezi

I will praise You From everlasting to everlasting
I will praise You From dusk to dawn
I will praise You From morning to night
I will praise You in the dark and in the light
I will praise You in sickness and in health
I will praise you in worst and in best
I will praise You in pain and in gain
I will praise You in lack and in plenty
I will praise You in sorrow and in rejoicing
I will praise You in poverty and in prosperity
I will praise You in times and in seasons
I will praise You in sunshine and in rain
I will praise You in weakness and in strength

Receive My Praises for this week.
For all You have done and all You are yet to do, 
Let My Praise come up to You as a sweet smelling savor
Let God be praised!!!
Receive my praise in Jesus name.
And the congregation in Facebook will shout a thunderous AMEN!!!


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