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I deserved it.
I forgot Your grace, I forgot Your mercy. I was ready to throw away all You had given to me. The beautiful house, the wonderful neighborhood, the loving family, my talents, ambitions and abilities, were all lost, Almost. But You came through, You guided me towards the destiny You wanted for me. You saved me from the inferno which for years I marched towards, blindly. It is by Your grace, Lord Jesus, That I am here to offer my sincere and heartfelt Thanks. You could have easily left me for dead. But time after time, You were there. You did not have to save me; You did not even have to acknowledge my suffering. But not only did you acknowledge it, You saved me from it. So I offer you my dear Lord Jesus, my sincere and heartfelt Thanks.
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