Gubat
Mountain by the seas
A jungle filled with trees
Praying on their knees
Evil men had willed
A land by darkness killed
Like the waves unstilled
How can this be true?
The story still is new
Workers are so few
Like a chosen nut
His shell seem hard to cut
Yet a heart not shut
With a shepherd's rod
Glad tidings broke the pod
Came a man of God
As he gave the word
The sinful hearts were stirred
Their loins sacklot gird
Though the work is hard
His holy life did guard
By grace gained reward
Hidden from the dark
A land he set to mark
By an ancient arch
Like a forest green
That grows with gentle stream
Here God can be seen
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