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By His Grace, He empowered me Not leading me astray, He strengthened me Empowering me beyond my wits He made me a force to be reckoned with. Being my fortress and earnest shield Beyond the hills and deep valleys He made me a warrior, triumphant as He Subduing great aliens under my feet Threshing great mountains, beating them small He upheld my fingers, teaching them to war Strengthening my hands, teaching them to fight To be a conqueror amidst His saints in light. ©heavenly_broadcast # PUNCHLINE- For every achievement both great and small, I am what I am by the Grace of God, so also are you by His mercies, for He is the One who makes us thick. Isa 41:15 & Psalm 144:1-2.
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