My Grace

It is unmerited favor to be chosen by God and I have been so blessed enough to say I have
received that favor (Grace) - literally and well, literally.  I am eternally grateful for this
grace and the other Grace - my Grace.

The grace of God has taken me places around the world and my Grace has taken me to several
heavens, especially the ninth. I know God's grace will take me to His Heaven one day.
The grace of God has seen me speaking in divers tongues of men and angels and my Grace
has made my heart sing with love.

His grace drew me to Him and changed the course of my life. It is by his grace that I can pray
to Him and my Grace prays for me. My Grace also changed the course of my life because my Grace came
from His Grace. I am enveloped by His grace and my Grace hugs me too. I wake up everyday because of
His Grace and I wake up besides my Grace.

He gives me grace to conquer the world and I conquer it with my Grace. His grace is the perfect gift
to mankind and my Grace is the perfect gift for me.

His grace and my Grace make my world go round. It is by His grace that I was created and I
have life. It is by his grace that I got my Grace too. It is by His grace that I have His grace and
my Grace.

I thank God for His grace and for Grace Tatenda Chaitezvi.

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