God Treasures You Like Gold Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

V-isions of the shadows
A-re gone after the night;
N-ew dawn has just broken,
E-nding the dark of twilight.
S-unrise appears early,
S-miling at you with warmth;
A-gainst the coming storm, it keeps you away from harm.

C-alm and cool weather
A-ttests to the moment of glory;
S-pecial someone celebrates
T-wenty-eighth morn in January.
R-emember the Lord Almighty who called you into the fold;
O-ffer Him praise and glory, for He treasures you like gold.