By Jules Fred C. Batisla-ong
One of the good things I learned
Trials I overcome
Letting the fires burned
Before this heart be thrown to none
Good things I knew
Growing up from the past
Not letting myself be blue
To a love that’s known to last
Good things I become
To stand up against the pain
In the world I’m unwelcome
The more graces began to rain
Good things I learned
Came from good preachers
Good things I learned
Because of great teachers
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