Apart from His grace, I am but flesh with nothing good dwells in. Can these bones live? Behold, He will cause breathe to enter in me, and I shall live.
(Eze 37:1-14)
My dear Creator,
I am but a dry bone, nothing good dwells in me. I thank You putting flesh on me, skin that covers me. Thank You for breathing on me making me live. You who began a good work in me (Phil 1:6) has also given me hope and has placed Your Spirit in me thay I may fully live. You are my Creator, You are my Lord.
Amen.
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