Bernard F. Asuncion
New Dawn In First December - Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
A-nother page is turned,
N-ew dawn breaks in first December;
G-od's blessings never run dry,
E-ver-flowing like a river.
L-et the Lord turn the rain
I-nto one smiling sunshine;
C-olor your birthday with hue
A-s crimson that's so fine.
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