Trust In The Maker
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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E-arly thirtieth December,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
N-ight chill Thursday turns
I-nto Friday sun rising high.
C-oal clouds don't gather, the lane is bright orange;
E-vening shadows are gone, the cold raindrops change.
V-ile weather turns fine,
E-very line above is silver;
R-ay of hope is never lost,
A-s you trust in the Maker.
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