A-s the sun starts to come up;
R-ising on the day you were born;
L-et the red beacon warm
E-arly seventeenth December morn.
N-ew dawn has broken, dark shadows fade away;
E-vening chill has turned into a beautiful day.
V-ile weather has turned you
I-nto a solid servant of the Lord;
L-ong night of brewing storm
L-ets you trust in His word.
A-s you celebrate your birthday,
M-ake it more memorable;
O-n this very special moment
R-ejoice and reach your goal.
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