As The Lord Heeds Your Supplication Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

E-arly in the morning,
D-ark dusk has gone away;
I-nclement weather turns fine,
L-ong night yields to the day.
Y-our birth brings much mirth, as the twilight is over;
N-ew dawn rises and shines, promising cheer and laughter.

M-ist and haze have faded,
A-pril tenth carries sheer fun;
L-onely shadows disappear,
L-ights reflect from the sun.
O-ne moment to cherish,
R-emembering the occasion;
C-elebrate and give thanks,
A-s the Lord heeds your supplication.