On The Wings Of Faith Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust soar toward the sky
A-s far as the farthest star;
S-pread your wings and fly
H-igher than where
Y-ou are.

I-t's on the wings of faith,
N-o other way to be up;
C-lip them not to reach
E-xtra miles to the top.
Z-ip with the wings of faith as you look at the ground;
S-eeing the wicked world where dirt and grime are found.

B-etween right and wrong,
A-llow the former to rule,
N-ovember first early morn,
T-he latter is under control.
I-n time we will be lifted,
L-et the sun's zenith wait;
L-et us leap out of the mess
O-n the wings of faith.