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My Lord, My Strength

Woke up one morning with a tear in my eye, for all the pain and suffering that had passed me on by. Then I sat up and thought how Jesus had suffered mine ten fold, his ultimate sacrifice for me, his ever present love worth more than gold. I knew then I could turn to him night or day, reach out to him with open arms and pray. He is my Lord and Savior - for me evermore, He can be my strength, what I had not realized before. Message: Life has many challenges, good and bad. When you might feel nobody cares, there is one that always will, that is the Good Lord, Jesus Christ.

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