Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers. Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs; that just because … - Garth Brooks

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It happened in Miami, in Coral Gables, a great big ol' Cuban wedding. It was pretty intense.

Garth Brooks

Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers. Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs; that just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care. Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers

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