Love is not merely an attribute of God’s character but the essence of his being — Sunday Adelaja
Love is not merely an attribute of God’s character but the essence of his being — Sunday Adelaja
Love is not merely an attribute of God’s character but the essence of his being — Sunday Adelaja
Love is not merely an attribute of God’s character but the essence of his being — Sunday Adelaja
Love is not merely an attribute of God’s character but the essence of his being — Sunday Adelaja
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Love is not merely an attribute of God’s character but the essence of his being

— Sunday Adelaja
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