C-louds above don't gather,
L-et them stay that way;
E-vening shadows disappear,
R-ising sun meets the day.
E-arly Thursday morning,
N-ew dawn starts to break;
C-old Wednesday night fades,
E-nding sleep as you awake.
A-llow fifteenth December to shine,
C-all on God, don't ever doubt;
U-sing your faith, hope, and love,
N-o fear to think
A-bout.
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