A-cross the wide blue sky,
P-recious promise is in store;
R-ising every time you fall
I-s the way you're
L-iving for.
R-ain and chill may come,
O-r a gale brews into squall;
S-trong storm in the night
E-nhances your life's trial.
T-ribulation you can conquer,
A-pril twenty-fifth day;
Y-our birth makes a win
O-ver the woes all the way.
T-ime for you to pray and raise your voice up high;
O-nce the dark fades fly, across the wide blue sky.
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