A-ll clouds won't turn white,
U-nless the rain stops falling;
R-ising sun starts to shine,
E-arly mist and haze
A-re fading.
D-ay eleven third month,
E-vening chill has been taken;
L-ong cold night is over,
D-awn has appeared
A-gain.
Fight the battles in silence,
E-ars of the Lord Almighty
L-isten to the unspoken words
I-nside your heart toward victory.
C-all on the Lord God's name,
I-mplore Him to grant your request;
A-sk Him through your prayers to endow what is best.
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