Status of human people as adopted sons and daughters of the Father through Christ in the sacrament of Baptism
Answer:
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Explanation:
The best answer is "A". 'A portfolio of your accomplishments'.
I hope this helped you!
Answer:
nah
Explanation:
sadly she's a TYRANASURAUS REX
