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Grateful

Thank you God,
 for giving me another bright day of life.
Thank you for all the people who are in my life, 
who love, cry, discipline, mentor and adore me.

Thank you for all the experiences of my past days,
for times of success which will always be happy memories, 
for times of failure which reminded me of my own weakness
 and of my need for you,
for times of joy when the sun was shining,
for times of sadness which drove me to you.

 

 Forgive me
for the hours I wasted,
for the chances I failed to take,
for the opportunities I missed this past days,
Help me in the days ahead to make the best out of myself,
and through it to bring good credit to myself & to others,
happiness and pride to my loved ones,
and joy to you. 
Amen.


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