Human life is frail and fraught with challenges. We live each day conciously of our inadequacies, but if there is anything we should be more Conscious of, it is the sufficiency of the Grace of God. The Grace of God is not only suffient when we are weak, it is sufficient also to amplify our strength.
And he said unto me, My Grace is sufficient for thee, for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly, therefore, will I Glory in my infermities, that the power of christ may test upon me 2 corinthians 12 : 9.
Want to be a part of this amazing progamme?, you can come join us live at Glorious camp ground, along Akure Owo Expressway, Emure-ile, Ondo state on Thursday, 21st of March, 2019 to 24th of March, 2018.
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This poetic write up by Hephzibah Francis Fatoyinbo explains what would happen to you as you attend this program.
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*For You; MY GRACE*
He wasn’t around when the Adversary came,
She never knew the Foe’s plan and so gave in,
Then he came back and ate the forbidden fruit,
Within secs, opened was the portal of mortality.
HE came searching, but the deed was done,
Strange knowledge shows system’s faulty;
They were ashamed, He was disappointed,
They couldn’t look, He couldn’t behold,
Nothing else could be done than judgement;
Curses according to each one’s course.
They were banished from the Lord’s Estate
Into the realm of thistles, labour and bruises,
Commissioning to work the “life-ending messenger”.
There was celebration at the other camp,
It was a rumour no more; the triumphant news
Of evil over good, and darkness over Light,
The Earth is doomed, humanity condemned;
The prince of the world has been coronated,
A supposed end to the Creator’s eternal Agenda.
Silence gripped heaven
And gross darkness earth’s dwellers;
The reign of evil terror, crowned with violence;
Generation after generation, Ancestors and Progenies,
All conceived and raised in corruption.
Good mixed with evil, imperfect perfections,
Law and disobedience, inability to do right,
A desire of the Creator to save perishing creations.
Centuries of Millennia passed, and suddenly…
A voice spoke, “here I am, Send Me!”
Initially faint, but became louder
It was of a Lion turned Lamb,
Right from that Throne, with the bold inscription, “GRACE”,
It was the hardest decision ever made
And with heaven’s eyes closed, the sacrifice was made
Till the voice declared again, “It is Finished!”
Renting the wall between Humanity and Divinity.
Then came the void darkness, same as it was at
The creation of the Earth – a return to Default state;
Rebooting the earth’s system, perfecting Redemption,
Defeating the evil Prince, setting creations free.
The Lamb became once again the Lion, highly lifted,
Crowned upon the Throne, of GRACE, graced with Mercy
And with stretched arms, I hear Him say again,
“Come boldly to the Throne, all ye who labour…
For by ME you were saved, not of works..
I am the Christ, and for you, MY GRACE IS SUFFICIENT”.
