C-hoose the bountiful supply
A-ided by the Father alone;
R-eceive His endless blessings
M-ade in heaven
Z-one.
A-im at the bountiful supply,
L-ook for the crystal-clear water;
Q-uest for the overflowing stream,
U-ntil you find the running river.
I-n the morn of February twenty-sixth,
Z-ealously ask God in the sky;
A-llow your life to take the graces' bountiful supply.
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