Carry The Day Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

C-arry the day,
Y-ou spread the wings and fly;
N-ow is the right time,
T-wenty-first morn in July.
H-ave to carry the day,
I-nto the sky soar high;
A-im for victory, as the rivers never run dry.

F-ly and prevail,
L-ose not the shining star;
O-nce you take the prize,
R-ejoice for reaching that far.
E-merge victorious, after fighting all forms of evil;
S-top the devil's charge by following the Father's will.

A-s you carry the day,
S-unlight is shining bright;
U-se the best of your time,
N-egating the darkest night.
C-limb the highest mountain,
I-n your mind you can achieve;
O-nly when you totally trust,
N-eglecting not what you believe.

E-levate to the top,
R-ise above the crowd;
M-ake your presence felt,
I-n your heart shout it loud.
T-riumph over the storm, braving the weather all the way;
A-lmighty God shall hold you as you carry the day.