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JUST TO SAY THANK YOU - 04/08/2012

Father of all flesh. The Master of the universe. The Creator of all things. The owner of all living and nonliving creatures. The earth and all that is in it belongs to You.

Thank You.
For seeing me to the end of this week.
Thank You.
For leading my friend safely to destination.
Thank You.
For keeping my family in health and wealth.
Thank You.
For sustaining my friends in life and work.
Thank You.
For holding Nigeria stable in time like this.
Thank You.
For journey mercies you granted me through out the week.
Thank You.
For not allowing the pressure of work to consume me.
Thank You.

Sometimes when I find myself in loneliness
You stand by me.
When my flesh takes my spirit to boredom
You still come close.
Today, I stay away from distraction, confusion and situations
I want to be close to You. I need more of You. That I may know You and the power of Your resurrection and the fellowship of Your suffering.
Help me to be confound to the image of Your Son Jesus.
Lord Jesus, come and live Your Life through me that I may be an epistle for the world to read.

All I can say is Thank You for all You have done this week. Help me not to repeat the mistakes I made this week next week.

Thank You! Blessed be Your Holy Name. For in Jesus Name I pray. AMEN!


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