Call On The Almighty Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

C-all on the Almighty,
H-e's always there to listen;
E-ars of Him are always open,
R-eady to hear the chosen.
R-ainy night and chill shall turn into warm day;
Y-our sorrow, tears, and pain shall be all wiped away.

B-eneath the wide blue sky
I-s a fresh morning light;
E-arly dawn has broken,
S-unlight is burning bright.
C-louds will never gather,
A-s the first of May is fair;
S-torm shall never brew because of rays in the air.

B-rave the bleak horizon,
A-head might be a bumpy road;
U-nless you pray to God,
T-here won't be a lighter load.
I-mplore the Father to come,
S-hielding you from calamity;
T-ell Him about your troubles,
A-sk and call on the Almighty.