Eternal Grace Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

E-vening shadows hide,
L-eaving both your eyes;
M-idnight moon is gone,
E-arly beacon begins to
R-ise.

V-ile weather turns fine,
A-fter the rains of misery;
L-ight shines in the sky,
D-ay twenty-second February.
E-ager dawn is breaking, as the dusk of sorrow has faded;
Z-est and pure delight strengthen the faint-hearted.

C-limb the tallest mountain,
A-s well as the highest hill;
D-o it with all your might,
A-pply the power of will.
N-either doubt nor fear shall stop you from finishing the race;
O-ne solid faith coupled with work shall lead you to eternal grace.