The Adventure Journal

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You Were Not An Accident!

The pleasant summer sun, But it was allowed to shape your The ripe fruits in the garden, heart He made them every one. So that into His likeness you'd The tall trees in the greenwood, grow. The meadows where we play, [email protected] ● PAKIKIPAG-SAPALARAN The rushes by the water, We gather every day; You are who you are for a reason; You've been formed by the He gave us eyes to see them, master's rod. And lips that we might tell, You are who you are, beloved, How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well. Because there is a God!

Poem By Russell Kelfer

You are who you are for a reason. You're part of an intricate plan. You're a precious and perfect unique design, Called God's special woman or man. You look like you look for a reason. Our God made no mistake. He knit you together within the womb, You're just what he wanted to make. The parents you had were the ones he chose, And no matter how you may feel, The were custom-designed with God's plan in mind, And they bear the Master's seal. No, that trauma you faced was not easy. And God wept that it hurt you so.

Brilliant Doll

Maker of Heaven and Earth

Anonymous

(All Things Bright and Beautiful) Cecil Frances Alexander All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings.

I have a little doll, The prettiest ever seen She wash me the dishes, And keep the dishes. She served me a good meal, And help me feel very well. She sat by the tall chair And told me many fine tale. -Camcel-

The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly, And ordered their estate.

Ang Kalabaw Ni Isko

The purple-headed mountain, The river running by, The sunset, and the morning, That brightens up the sky;

Ang kalabaw ni Isko, Ginagamit pang-araro. Maghapon sa bukid, Sa leeg may lubid.

The cold wind in the winter,

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Gatas na taglay niya, Masustansiyang talaga. Halina’t inumin tuwina, ‘Pag gising sa umaga.

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