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OUTPOURING OF GRACE 0.2

Never plan to miss such a spiritual meeting!

Grace trumped law on a simple wooden cross
A Gift so invaluable we cannot hope to repay
Grace carried the sacrifice and bore our loss
An artful act that has led logic again astray...
Grace save us through Jesus christ our Lord...
  This is our testimony
That his worship shall always be our desire...

OLAMILEKAN AKAMO

Presents


4 Hours NON STOP WORSHIP


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Outpouring of Grace 0.2
 Isaiah 44:3


Ministering (Live):

Gideon Gold
Ayobamidele
Pst. Modupe
SammyPraise
Adedoyin Oseni
Pst Michael Adebayo
Adeola Adebayo


Date:
Sunday,4th June,2017

Time:
02:00PM

Venue: @ City of Greatness, RCF OOU, Auditorium, behind Chips Petrol Station, Ago-Iwoye,Ogun State

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+234-808-985-5660

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