Bernard F. Asuncion Poems

A-s sunset is drawing near,
I-t's Friday December eighth;
Z-one of zenith is fading,
A-fternoon delight is great.
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J-ust stand firm and strong,
U-nderneath the sky above;
D-on't let life's test derail
Y-our, faith, hope, and love.
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M-iss not the moment,
A-s it shines in bright light;
L-et both your eyes behold,
E-vading the dark of
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L-et the final night turn
I-nto a brand new year's day;
N-ever let December twenty-first
D-rive the fireworks
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C-hoose to complete the race
O-ur God has set before us;
M-ake it to the finish line,
P-ray to Him with total trust.
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V-iew the foreseeable future,
E-arly fourteenth of December;
T-he glorious abode in heaven
H-as kept your faith getting stronger.
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A-im at the zenith of faith,
R-ise and shine like the sun;
L-et your light keep burning,
E-arnestly make a run.
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C-hoose not the wide way,
A-s there is the narrow gate;
T-he broad road will lead
H-umans to eternal hate.
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Sail the sea by ship,
And start to venture;
Hoping for fortune
And greener pasture.
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S-eptember thirteenth morn
A-fter the exit of night sky;
R-ising sun shines its light,
A-iming to meet the zenith up
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