In Dire Straits Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

A-lthough you're in dire straits,
N-ever fear the stumbling block;
G-et up off your knees,
E-agerly find the
L-uck.

F-ight fair and square,
A-ugust twenty-sixth Saturday;
B-rave the serious trouble,
R-ugged wind will fade away.
I-n dire straits, pray to God,
C-ry for help and rescue;
A-sk the Lord to bring
N-othing but His love so true.
T-ake shelter in God's arms, evading the hell's gates;
E-arnestly learn to pray when you're in dire straits.