Feel Satisfied Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

T-wilight has just ended,
E-vening chill fades away;
R-ise of the morning sun
E-rases the dark and gray.
S-hadows leave the horizon, yielding to the magenta sky;
A-lthough the rain comes again, red rays make the season dry.

E-ach and every passing year
S-ignals a sweet promise;
T-wenty-seventh December morn
O-ffers a moment of bliss.
C-all on the name of the Lord,
H-e deserves to be glorified;
E-ven though life is so hard, He makes you feel satisfied.