Genuine And Pure Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

E-arly twenty-seventh February
U-ses the wide blue skyway;
N-ight cold chill has turned
I-nto a warm beautiful day.
C-oal clouds don't gather, zenith awaits the beacon;
E-vening shadows disappear, the sun rises above the horizon.

A-nother lesson to learn,
B-right ideas are countless;
L-ight above shows the way,
A-s it cleans up the mess.
N-ew dawn promises hope,
E-asterly wind blows low and high;
D-arkness is deeper down,
A-ll you have to do is try.

S-eek the righteousness,
U-ntil you find the message;
P-ray to the Lord in heaven,
R-equest on true knowledge.
E-arnestly search for wisdom,
M-ake it a priceless treasure;
O-ne wise move is to listen to the gospel genuine and pure.