Never Will God's Blessings Run Dry Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

V-ile weather early Friday
A-ims to fade for good;
N-o way will the storm
D-estabilize the merry mood.
E-nd of the night has come, the new day has begun;
R-ising sun March twenty-fourth has brought delightful fun.

S-hadows and darkness
A-re both nowhere in view;
N-either dusk nor twilight causes you gray or blue.

J-ust let the burning beacon
U-se the wide bright sky;
A-llow the light to shine,
N-ever will God's blessings run dry.