A-s the shadows disappear,
D-awn fifth March has broken;
R-ainy skyline has turned
I-nto a bright blue heaven.
A-n early morning light brings warmth to the air;
N-ew day slowly dawns to ensure life's fair share.
J-ust believe and trust
I-n the Lord God all the way;
A-lways obey His words,
N-ight or day, sunny or
G-ray.
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