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Fortunate me

It is absolutely heartwarming to know that we belong to a Family.
As I stand in the mountains, I dare shout Emmanuel at this point in life,
For I’ve safely arrived in 2019.

You will agree with me that in the midst of all that happened in 2018, 
The grace of the Lord has been our wellspring of life.
The journey was daring yet exhilarating. 
So let us count our blessings and outdoor them as we sing around the altar,
For we are the Fortunate ones and that’s how to celebrate the Lord’s goodness.

We are the Priestly people, 
Our love shouldn’t just impress but be expressive.  
We have been inspired by the Holy Spirit to be Proactive on our Christian journey.
And Patience keeps us focused in all our ways.
So let us rejoice and be glad because we pride ourselves in every good that the Lord has made.

Building the church, and our community is our core responsibility as Ambassadors of Christ.
Thus, anytime we enter into His gates with thanksgiving in our hearts, 
We proclaim his glory as members of the family of the Ultimate ones. 
For unto us a Child was born, He is the King of Kings

He’s been given so that we might be worthy of the Lord’s saving grace.
This grace ensures that we receive assurance through the Blessed Sacrament.
The beauty of the journey is adorned with reverence.
We have a grace-filled year ahead!

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