G-aze at the wide sky above,
R-emember God our Creator;
A-s you know His master plan,
C-hoose not making
E-rror.
R-ight pathway is in sight,
O-pen your eyes to sheepfold;
M-onday fourth of December
A-ims to shine like gold.
N-othing truly compares
T-o eternal life in heaven;
I-t's best to focus at God's gift,
K-eep both your eyes
O-pen.
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