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Grace , Faith

Grace isn't given but earned endowed by testing of the spirit to cleanse weak wicked least traits that waste human potential . In men's darkest hours unveiled is might that shines in the night . In light man's true nature is concealed in comfort not broken not woken , yet in man's sadness lost in sorrows cold embrace grace comes shattering through to the true . Burning with fire from graces embrace lifted high in darkest hours , shining moments where man loses hope . Grace is born from weakness that will not yield in men's limitations limited to humanities wasted faith , but endures to lift man's faith to see what is possible . Faith , grace are brothers lifted in harmony drifting as one . For strength lies in faith , grace that transforms minds , burns truth in which weaknesses and wick lies in mind burn to ashes in their essence .

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