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TEACH US TRUE LOVE -05/12/2012

od of Glory! 
Glory! Glory!! Glory!!!
God of Grace!
Grace! Grace!! Grace!!!

You sit upon the heavens and walk upon the earth
Glory!
We walk with You on earth and commune with You in Heaven
Grace!!

Thank You for last week. For my Family. For my Friends...and for my Nigeria. 
We thank You for the life You still allow us to live
Not by my righteousness, not by my good works.
Not by my strength and not by my might
Not by my wisdom, not by my skills
Not by my giving and not by my helping

You just chose to send Your Mercy on errand
Yes! Your Mercy found me.
Thank You.
For when the bus driver was reckless to Osha on Saturday,
Your Mercy found me
For when the borrow Axe was missing at Nnewi on Saturday,
Your Mercy made it to float
For When my friend got to PHC by 10pm through our dangerous Nigerian roads,
Your Mercy helped him.
For When Fever and Malaria told me not to step out,
Your Mercy took me round 4 States in a day.

Thank You for Your Love.
Lord I pray that You teach us to Love.
Teach me to Love. Love. And Love.
Even when the people I show love to don't understand
Even when they think I want something in return
Even when the take it for granted
Even when it feels I am wasting my time
Even when people don't believe in pure and true love
Even when it costs me something of value
Even when they don't reciprocate the love
Teach me to Love my neighbors truly.

Because if I show my neighbor true Love, and he understands it,
He will show his neighbor true, my neighbor's neighbor will show his neighbor true love, my neighbor's neighbor's neighbor will show his neighbor true love, my neighbor's neighbor's neighbor's neighbor will show his neighbor true love, and my neighbor's neighbor's neighbor's neighbor's neighbor will show his neighbor true.......and soon the street will be consumed with true love..

If my street understands it, my street will show the next street true love, my street's next street will show the next street true love, my next street's next street will show the next street true love, my next street's next street's next street's will show the next street true love....and my next street's next street's next street's next street's will show the next street true love and soon the area will be consumed.....by true love...
Gradually, the town will be consumed by true love....

Thank You for this week so far.
Thank You for the remaining part of this week.
Thank You for Shiloh 2012.
Lord make me a partaker of the double portion.

This we pray in Jesus Loving Name. AMEN!!!

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