Bread And Butter
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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G-ood morning sun rises,
E-nding the night of bad weather;
N-ew day twenty-two breaks,
E-arly dawn in December.
L-et me just rise or wake
Y-ou up right from your bed;
N-ighttime is already over, find out the butter and bread.
P-ray to the Lord Almighty,
R-equest for fine future;
E-ver merciful as He is,
S-weet success is for sure.
N-ever waver nor hesitate
I-n calling the name of the Father;
L-ose not each opportunity,
L-ord God is the bread
A-nd butter.
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