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A lift from the ground by the hands of the Father from far above. With so little faith, in every crumble I stand back up. I say, Thank you, my Maker! I fail, but I have You who are truly The Greatest.

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For You?

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Published: Dec 10, 2019
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Notes: I fail daily, but my Lord loves me unceasingly. Your grace will always amaze me.

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