Open Arms Will Hug You Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust feel the Father's hand,
E-xpect His constant love;
A-llow Him to bring and give
N-othing but warmth from above.
I-n third day of December,
T-he beacon starts to rise;
H-e's up there to wipe the teardops in your eyes.

S-un's rays in the blue sky
A-re shining in pink or red;
L-et them make you glow
A-s you rise up from bed.
M-orning has just broken,
E-xposing its bright view;
R-aindrops will never fall,
O-pen arms will hug you.