About Glorious Bliss Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

S-unday early morning
H-ad caused a fine weather;
I-t's now a beautiful Monday,
E-arly twelfth of December.
L-et the red beacon rise above the new horizon;
A-llow him to smile, shining in pink or crimson;

A-llow the doubts to fade,
L-et them all disappear;
A-llow the truth to come out,
M-aking the message clear.
A-s you celebrate your birth,
R-eceive the day's promise;
E-very word from within
S-ays about glorious bliss.