L-ight in the sky above
O-n November eighteenth day
I-s brightly shining there,
D-enying the blue and gray.
Z-enith in the sky above is waiting to meet the beacon;
E-arly rays are a good sign for the rising of crimson.
D-arkness has disappeared,
E-ven the dusk and twilight;
L-onely night passes by,
O-ne dawn is in good
S-ight.
S-hadows of the evening
A-re nowhere to be found;
N-o more mist and haze
T-o make you feel down.
O-utside the storm has stopped due to the Father's love;
S-howing that He is up watching in the sky above.
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