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Dear Father, on this election day, it is to you I humbly pray; knowing that you have the power to save us in this darkest hour. Forgive my neglect in not having sought your hand of mercy as I ought; but I know that you can sway the hearts of men and save the day. This is the nation that you decreed to be free from tyranny. Oh, what a state we have allowed as on our knees we have not bowed and clung to the founders’ claim that we believe in Jesus name. For without You we can’t survive and keep our America alive. In Jesus mighty and precious name, Amen.
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