In Jesus name, Amen.
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Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Prayer
Lord, as I walk into the day with hands held high, may your infinite wisdom guide me in my ways. Help my stumbles be few and my victories be numorous. Help me be a beacon of light amongst the terror of the dark. Take my tongue and let it be yours. Let my understanding show your face to the blind. Make every word that falls off my tongue be glory to you and to you alone. Let and every stone that is thrown at your name fade away in the enigma of your love. Let all the things that happen today be worthy of your recognitiom. Let it be the so that the creation worships its creator.
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