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I do not have understanding of what is yet to be .   

The books of remembrance remain unchangeable and  tirelessly   constant. 

Dear Heavenly Father, my hands are not clean .   Guide my right hand and judge the intentions of my heart. 

I do not declare any knowledge of understanding, nor do I seek to explain what I can not  understand. 

With fear of offending God,  my Heavenly Father,   I  have no other equal to or above   my God . For God is the living God and his words are hidden in the hearts of those who love and seek  him. 



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